OPHELIA
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I let out a feral, throaty groan as my body sucked Fallon deeper — and deeper. There was scarcely any room with Nate buried to the hilt beneath me, and I had to breathe through a moment of discomfort as I adjusted to both of their impressive girths.
Full. That was the word for it — that strange, not unpleasant feeling as Nate lowered himself onto the bed, with only a sliver of hesitance as he finally relinquished control. I was so used to him being a dominant lover that it felt strange to ride him; as much as I could move when speared by two gigantuan cocks, of course.
My fingers twined through Nate's as I followed his lead, granting Fallon easier access to my backside. Pleasure was quick to wash away the temporary prickle of pain as he pulled back and drove in again with agonising patience and precision, swearing softly as he bottomed out.
Nate stiffened beneath me, the veins in his throat going taut. "I can feel you," he groaned, bucking his hips. It was more instinct than choice.
Fallon huffed a laugh that twitched through the joining of our bodies, setting all kinds of nerves alight. I squirmed in place, my breasts feeling unbearably heavy as they swayed, nipples draping over Nate's golden chest.
"Are you okay?" the giant leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Is it too much?"
"Not enough," I panted, trying to push, or pull, or grind — anything for the slightest bit of friction, but I was trapped between a rock and a hard place, utterly at their mercy.
Nate was right — their members were rubbing against each other through the thin wall that separated both of my channels, driving all our pleasure to new heights. I could sense the dark satisfaction in Fallon's thoughts, even if he wouldn't say it aloud. By fucking me, it would be like he was fucking Nate, too.
The idea turned Nate on more than he cared to admit.
The Lathurna prince gave me what I asked for, pumping in and out — never all the way, lest I have to adjust to his size again. Nate followed suit, and the slightly off-beat rhythm they picked up made me tremble.
An orgasm fluttered closer, the muscles in my legs squeezing tight. My men started to thrust a little harder, a little faster, pumping into the tight press of my body as it clenched around them, earning all kinds of filthy curses that made sparks fly behind my eyes. Nate's cheeks were a delightful shade of pink that made the blue of his eyes pop, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead, to the sheets below.
Everything was so hot. The press of their bodies was scorching, smothering, drowning me in heat. I felt like I was in heat as I writhed, only for Fallon to grip my hips and hold me firmly in place, taking control of the pace.
"Mine," Fallon growled, biting down on the back of my neck again. I shuddered at the sheer dominance in that hold, the fact that he had my spine between his teeth.
There was an answering groan below. "Mine," Nate snarled, angling his hips to thrust deeper, harder.
Fallon matched his energy, slamming into me. Suddenly it felt like they were trying to fight for dominance through me, like they were each fucking for the upper hand. My eyes rolled into the back of my eyes and my legs turned to jelly, splaying even flatter on the mattress as they fucked me into oblivion. Nate freed his hands to grip my breasts, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth, laving the rosebud with his tongue.
A warning shivered through me. That was all I had, that split second of leg-quaking paradise before the orgasm detonated my entire world.
Every sense exploded into white, searing light. A heat so hot it turned cold. A pressure so intense that it crushed their climaxes from them, too. Nate moaned and Fallon bellowed as hot, ropy cum splattered my inner walls, the bitter scent of their seed filling the air, the hot liquid squelching and merging between all of us, mixing with every mad thrust. The princes turned feral in that moment, fucking me ruthlessly hard and fast through their pleasure, wringing yet another orgasm from me right at the very end.
In my mind's eye, the bonds between us wound together, three threads forming a rope. I knew that one day, when they were ready, it would span between their minds, too. But for now, the were content to connect through me, as they had with their bodies, and it was enough.
The after care was so gentle and considered that threatened to melt my heart all over again. Utterly spent, I let them carry me into the bathroom in a daze, taking turns holding me upright in the shower and washing me clean, every swipe of the wash cloth loving, reverent. We all chuckled at how far their loads seemed to have spread; there was even some in my hair.
By the time we returned, the bed was stripped. Evidence, no doubt, collected by one of the servants outside. My head sagged against Nate's shoulder as he held me like the bride I was, walking in killing circles as Fallon found new sheets and tucked them over the mattress.
I was all but asleep when they lay me down, each prince settling on either side. I snuggled into their heat, their heady scents intertwining as I drifted off, more relaxed — more safe — than I had ever felt in my entire life.
Amber. Sea salt.
Woodsmoke.
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A low hiss undercut the quiet of our minds as we lay in a tangled heap. At some point, we'd gotten all turned around; I was on the out, now, snuggled into Nate as he snuggled into Fallon, face smushed into the body guard's armpit. Fallon was sleeping on his back, now, a bulging bicep cast over his eyes to block out the tender light straining through there gap in the curtains.
Dawn.
They were both out cold, satiated to the point of oblivion. I should have been out cold along with them, but something itched at the corner of my mind, hurting more and more as I tried to scratch it out. It was like the hum of an old refrigerator, or the steady drone of wind outside a car window. Impossible to ignore once you picked it out.
I flopped over, seeking the cool side of the pillow. Instead I experienced a jolt of electricity as my pinky brushed the signet ring still lying on the bedside table, so strong that it clamped my jaw and locked my arm in place.
What the fuck? I thought, trying to yank my arm back.
Nothing moved. The quartz simply glowed with the faint light of dawn, growing hotter and hotter with every passing second.
Painfully hot. I went to gasp, but my lungs had cramped as tight as my throat as the ring started to melt, burning the ever-loving fuck out of my hand as molten rivulets snaked their way down, over the heel of my palm, forging a new ring around the base of my thumb. My eyes widened as it cooled and hardened, new runes scratching themselves into the surface of the gem, welling with blood from an unseen source.
"With my blood and bones I bind you."
Words — those slithering whispers were finally forming words. Terror pulsed through me as a phantom thumb dragged something hot and sticky across my brow, sealing the spell:
"You will keep Aurora away from the Pendragons, until the day she chooses to confront them herself."
I tried to shake my head, to shout a warning through the bond, but the whispers had formed a wall around my thoughts, muffling my fear and pain. Tears slipped down my cheeks as my body started moving of its own volition, puppeteered by a woman who'd sacrificed herself for this very moment a decade prior.
Carefully, quietly, the hand that was not my hand plucked a dagger from its sheath. One of Fallon's smaller blades, meant for close combat. I begged him to take note of the faint hiss of metal on leather, to knock the blade from my hand and pin me to the ground, but he must have felt safe for the first time in a long time. He just carried on sleeping.
"And when the threads of fate pull you close to the heir and his father..."
The blade lifted higher, the point angled for Nate's heart.
He would never see it coming.
"You will slaughter them like the pigs they are."