Chapter 39
Our mate is letting a lifetime of trauma from rejection send her spiraling. Her identity as ‘other’ has defined her for so long that she believes it defines her, and this revelation makes her feel like she doesn’t know who she is.
Fiadh is so much more than the outcast witch or sister to a wolf, or even the brash brawler she portrays.
“Tiernan, help our mate shed those baggy clothes.” My lips quirk as I look over at the basilisk and the Prince.
They’re awaiting instructions and that makes the dominant inside of me crow with pride.
I didn’t expect to have fiery alpha personalities in our coven under control so soon.
“Snakelet, you and the prince setup the nightstand, then strip as well.”
“Who elected you President of Nookie?” asks our girl as the leopard tosses aside the shirt and pants that covered her a moment ago. “I distinctly remember saying you don’t get to run everything.”
Walking forward, I place my fingers on her chin, tilting her head back until she looks at me.
“You need to let go, witchling. The things you are feeling right now have you spinning for purchase. All you need to find it is to be reminded that you are supported and care for even if we’re right about the past.”
“But…”
I shake my head at her, grinning as she protests. “You know your safe word. If you want something to stop or not to happen, you say it. Otherwise, I assume this is all for show.”
Her eyes widen as I let go, but she watches me tug my shirt over my head with a hungry expression. I sit on the edge of the bed, planting my feet on the floor as Rev and Khol set out everything we’ll need. “Climb on yourself or I’ll have our furry feline help you.”
Fiadh gapes for a moment, clearly torn by her need to be the one in control, curiosity, and an even deeper desire to let go.
I’ve seen it many times in my years in the lifestyle, so I wait while she tries to muddle through it.
If she comes with no prodding, it will pave the way for her to let go occasionally.
That’s something she sorely needs but cannot admit out loud; this would give her a safe way to get it.
“Tick, tock, witchling,” I murmur as she clenches and unclenches her fists.
Everyone in the room holds their breath when she rises to pad over to me, standing between my legs with an unsure expression.
I take her hands, kissing her scarred knuckles gently.
That helps the tension fade a little, and she licks her lips.
“I’m trusting you with something I’ve given no one else, Dezi Ruby. Do not make me regret it.”
Before she can change her mind, I grab her waist and position her over my thighs.
My hand ruffles her hair before coasting down her spine.
I feel the heat of her body against me and I breathe slowly for a moment.
Between her words, the submission, and heat radiating from her wet pussy, I have to take a second to get myself under control.
I don’t want to lose my grip and scare her away from this forever, because her scent makes me crazy.
“It helps to count,” Revelin offers helpfully. He’s sprawled on the bed with Khol, both of them watching with fascination as I get ready to spank our mate.
The basilisk’s twin dicks distract me for a moment, as do all the tattooed, pierced, hard muscle on display as they wait for instructions. Clearing my throat, I give them both a stern look. “Behave or you’ll both be punished. Look at Tiernan… he’s the most well behaved of you all.”
The loud purr that rumbles out of him surprises us both and the bulky shifter turns bright red. “Ah, fuck. She didn’t tell you, huh?”
The big guy has a praise kink—that will be useful later.
“Not to be a killjoy, but are you doing this? Cause I’m getting—”
Crack. Crack. Crack.
I can’t help but grin through my fangs as her skin turns bright red, and a surprised squeal comes out of our woman. She got mouthy, and it deserved a response—I warned her. The room is silent for a moment, then Khol hisses darkly as his serpentine tongue flicks out.
“Holy mother of Medusa,” he swears as his hand fists the less snake-y side of his appendage. “Do you smell that?”
Inhaling slowly, I nod, and the demon pushes against my skin hungrily. “I do, snakelet. Our little firecracker of a mate loved that.”
“Do it again, vampire,” the snow leopard growls, and we all look at him in surprise. The animal must be riding him hard for him to bark like an alpha.
Leaning down, I scrape my fangs over the small of Fiadh’s back lightly and groan at the scent of the droplets that form. “What do you say, witchling? Ready for more?”
Her voice is husky, but barely a whisper when she replies, “Yes.”
That affirmation affects all four of us because it means she’s deciding to continue—not relying on some fake body betrayal excuse. I jerk my head at Tiernan, pointing to where her head dangles. “Make use of her mouth while I continue. Khol, get ready. Princeling, you as well.”
“Fuck yeah,” the basilisk mutters as he reaches for the lube, tossing it to the Fae with a smirk. “But next time, your ass is mine, Prince.”
My hand comes down on the opposite cheek, making Fiadh moan low, then I dip my fingers between her legs. “Focus on now, children, because our mate is dripping wet. She’s ready to take everything we can give her—and she needs it.”
“Knuckles,” the cat says as he moves to my left side and grips her chin. “You tap my thigh three times if anything needs to stop. Unless you do that, I know you’re okay. Say you understand.”
When she just stares at his thick cock, I let another swat fly, purposefully hitting a place that’s already red.
The strangled noise she makes my dick jump, but I ignore it until she whispers her assent.
Once she does, I give him the nod to press into her mouth.
The scent of their combined arousal is heavy in the air, making me hungry.
I lean down and lick up the blood droplets, then deliver another few sharp slaps.
“Time for me?” Khol asks as he kneels at my right side. “I could come just watching, but the boys want inside.”
He’s such an odd little shit.
“Take her,” I reply with a smirk. “And present for the Prince like a good boy.”
That gets our girl’s attention, and she moans around the leopard’s dick, making him snarl.
The chain reactions make me shudder, enjoying my role as dominant as much as I would fucking any of them.
It’s one of my strongest kinks and they’re all playing into it so perfectly that I’ll be lucky if I don’t come in my goddamn pants.
Fiadh’s body quivers when Khol and Tiernan fill her from either side, so I alternate sides as I spank her, occasionally scratching her to get a taste of her heady blood.
She likes that equally well because she jerks into either of the spit-roasting men every time I do it.
Before I drown in the pleasure of all of them grunting and moaning while emitting the most delicious scents I’ve ever smelled, I look over at the smug royal prepping the bad boy while he waits.
“Your turn,” I growl. “Complete their chain and we’ll all be able to feel the pleasure through the bond.”
It doesn’t take long for the rock star to drop down, position himself behind the basilisk and drive into him.
The hiss followed by a feminine growl when his hips smack against reddened skin is delightful.
I look at all of them, my new coven, savoring the intensity of the coupling flowing through the coven bond.
Light and magic flow from the Prince, and ferality comes from the shifters, all combining to push my senses to the edge.
Darting forward, I sink my fangs into the witchling’s side, suckling lightly before I come up to look at the basilisk, then the cat with bloodied lips. “Make her come, then you may follow.”
I have to hold on tightly as they really slam their hips, filling her until her body trembles on my legs. The room fills with the apex of their coming orgasms, but I wait until Fiadh is shaking with hers before I finally bark, “Now.”
My eyes close and I feel Revelin let go first, his magic arcing through the air like soft butterflies as it swirls around us.
Tiernan is next, his large hands holding onto Fi’s face gently despite the roughness of his face fucking.
A low hiss announces the basilisk’s climax and I hear the yelp, followed by a moan that tells me his unusual dick has claimed our mate again.
She shudders again and I grin as another wave of pleasure hits her, helping it along by swatting her a few more times in rapid succession.
When Tiernan pulls back from her mouth, the witchling turns to me with hazy eyes, smiling through drool and tear laden eyes. “Your turn, big bad. Come for me while you drink; I want you to fall apart.”
Her words undo me, making my body sing with anticipation.
I give the basilisk’s shoulder a little shove and he pulls out, tumbling to the floor with the prince in a heap.
Pulling Fi up my body, I collapse back on the bed with her draped over me like a silk scarf.
Her boneless form entices me so much that I almost lose control as I turn her head and sink my fangs into her neck.
The blood is everything.
I don’t have to drink for long before the taste and the accumulation of pleasure from the session send me over the edge. As predicted, I come in my goddamn pants like a teenager as I suckle her essence and cling to her body.
“You know, I think this room is fucking perfect for our family,” Revelin says as he and the basilisk rise from the floor. “And I should be rewarded for it. Just saying.”
Khol snorts, and I hear a bottle squeezing out something before he comes closer.
The witchling groans, but the scent tells me he’s applying the arnica she needs to keep from bruising.
“You get plenty enough worship from your fans, man. Now fetch us all some damn cold water. Tiernan did it last time.”
The mattress dips as the bulky shifter joins us, pressing his warm form along my side so he can touch us. “I did, and he’s right. Get that ass shaking, Rev.”
“Time to stop, bloodsucker,” Khol adds as he flops on the right side and mirrors the leopard. “You know better.”
I do, but I’m glad he fucking said something. Our mate is addictive.
Sighing against her skin, I lick the wound closed and turn to face Fiadh. She grins lazily, and it shocks me a little that she hasn’t started snarking at us now that the scene is done. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay,” she murmurs as she reaches up to cup my jaw. “Thank you for knowing what I needed when I didn’t.”
Revelin walks in just as she says that and he looks so shocked that he drops all the bottles of water. “Well, I’ll be damned. She didn’t even threaten to punch you, Ruby.”
I laugh, winking at our girl as the Prince picks up the bottles and passes them out. “Give her time; it’s coming.”
“Stop teasing her,” Tiernan says, as he lifts his head to glare at us. “You all know what needs to happen now. Hydration first and then the rest of her aftercare.”
They’ve learned well and I almost want to praise them again—almost.