by JL Madore
Besides, we’re not done yet.
Crawling up Keyla’s beautiful body, our eyes lock. “Hey, babe. So, this is us now, eh?”
She brushes her fingers through the sweat-damp roots of my hair. “I guess it is. Having fun?”
“Even more now that you’re here.” I guide my cock through the moist heat of her folds and then ease into her core. A primal part of me knows it’s not only Keyla’s juices there. I’m slicking myself in Creed’s cum as well.
That is excruciatingly carnal.
When I’m buried inside her heat, I close my eyes and absorb the sensation. She wraps her arms around my shoulder and pulls me down for a kiss. I’m distracted by the bliss of having her tongue in my mouth when another round of that tingling lube gets applied to my ass.
I growl and push back against the ministration.
“I’ll give you a few strokes to get your fuck on, bear, and then I’m finishing what we started.”
“Yes, sir.” I make use of my few strokes, tilting my hips and rubbing the crown of my cock against the tender spots inside her. I watch Keyla with avid fascination and learn what she aches for.
This is only my second time inside her and I’ll need so much more to learn her every nuance. My bear growls inside me… but, yeah, we’re willing to put in the time.
My turn of glide and slide is over too soon.
Creed shifts in behind me and reclaims my ass. Re-entry burns for a bit and he gives me a moment to settle.
Ready to crank this up, Bear?
I push against his position while still kissing Keyla.
Once we start going at it with all three of us, I lose track of where I end, and they begin. It’s a mate fucking sandwich and I’m lucky enough to be the middle.
Everything becomes a sexy blur of writhing bodies and if this is my last moment on earth, I can die a happy man. There is too much hunger to make sense of whose hands are where and all the pleasure rushing at me from every angle.
Creed is a machine.
After fucking Keyla to exhaustion on the rug, he’s giving me the same treatment on the bed. And really, he’s fucking Keyla again now too… only with my cock inside her.
Because it’s not me who’s thrusting and rocking this mattress, that’s all Creed. Each time he slams into me, the force drives me into our girl.
This is one time in life where it’s pretty fucking awesome to be stuck in the middle.
Creed commands the rhythm, taking what he needs, giving us both what we want. When Keyla’s insides start to grip and tighten around my cock, I grasp the nape of her neck and get ready.
Either Creed senses she’s about to detonate or he has really good timing because he opens that mental channel of his and then we’re sharing sensations.
Keyla’s orgasm explodes through us and I feel the pulsing spasms of her core radiate through her until she’s trembling in my arms. The greedy hunger of her wolf is hot and I moan as my release bears down hard.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I growl, pounding forward as my body jerks and then my hips lock. My mind fragments as I spill into her and at the same time feel the pulsing pleasure Keyla feels.
Keyla cries out and arcs her back off the mattress and then it’s Creeds turn. He rides out my release and then, once I relax, he takes us home.
Every deep thrust he batters into me, builds his tension. When he can’t take it any longer. When his heart is bounding and his legs and abdominals are burning, his release bursts free.
His rough shout echoes across the room and inside our minds. I feel his balls clenching tight, slick, hot cum releasing in waves of satisfaction. Fuck.
Sex with an open mental connection is consuming.
Spent, he collapses onto my back, his heart hammering against my spine. He dismounts and rolls to one side of Keyla and I roll off her and take the other.
“Wow,” Keyla finally manages. “I may be new to this, but that was good, right?”
I bark a laugh, my heart still pounding in my temples. “Yes… incredible.”
The pride in her smile is so fucking gratifying.
I raise my head to meet Creed’s gaze across the sweaty mounds of Keyla’s beautiful tits. “I know I said I was going to do you hard right after but that will have to wait. I think I just suffered a coronary.”
Creed’s grin is smug as fuck. “I’ll be around. You can make it up to me when we can both move.”
I laugh. “No telling when that might be.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Keyla
The three of us come down from our incredible sex high and I’m more than a little pleased with myself. As I clean up in the bathroom, my wolf is downright prancing. The two of them not only found their pleasure with me, but they also had a side hustle going on while I drifted off.
I finish with the washcloth and rinse it clean, loading it up with hot water for the next taker. When I woke up and saw the two of them hard at it, I thought about leaving them to share that on their own. In the end, I decided I wanted to be part of their first time together.
I’m glad I did.
This is only the beginning of what we can be. I know it. I feel it.
A knock on the living room door brings Rhylan into the outer room. I’m the readiest to receive, so I toss the damp cloth toward the two naked bodies on the bed and close the door behind me.
Striding through the living room of the royal suite, I head toward the dual sofas to find my clothes. “That door was locked. You have a key, I take it.”
Rhylan eyes me up and down, his mouth agape. He seems to catch himself and lifts his gaze. “I’m his guard. Of course, I have a key.”
I find my underwear and then fish my bra out from the heap of discarded clothing. Once my essentials are covered, I gather the rest of the clothes and walk them back to the bedroom to toss them inside the door.
“You’re not shy, I take it?” Rhylan says.
I chuckle at the sarcasm in his tone. ”I’m surprised it even registers with you.”
“You’re surprised I notice you flaunting around naked in front of me? A stranger. You’re a princess, for slecking sake. Do you think Creed’s mate and future queen of his quadrant should act this way?”
“I see nothing inappropriate. I’m in the private royal quarters. You’re the one who let himself in uninvited. A little earlier and you would’ve interrupted the three of us naked on the rug. Is that me being inappropriate or you?”
He sends me a scathing look and I suspect the stench of fury rolling off him in acrid waves has less to do with me being naked and more to do with me being the one having sex with Creed.
“In our realm,” I say, undeterred, “wildlings are so accustomed to shifting around others, we don’t give nakedness much thought. I’m sorry you find my body so offensive.”
Rounding the end of the sofa, I catch his scent and my wolf stretches. I chuckle. “But you’re not completely offended, are you? You like what you see… which is probably even more maddening.”
I step in front of him, regarding the mop of blond covering his expression. He’s all about standing out as the queen’s biggest and baddest, but he’s hiding. He doesn’t want to be seen and me being this close brings out the smokey scent of his anxiety.
I tilt my head and try to figure him out. “Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry the searing disrupted what you and Creed had. I’m sorry I upset the balance by worrying it was something violent. Since you are his guard, and therefore ours by extension, I’d like to work on finding common ground.”
His jaw flexes as he lifts his head and stares straight at the back wall. “Lines may have gotten blurred but that is between Creed and me. You and I are not friends. You’d do well to stay out of my way and keep your mouth shut about Creed and me fucking around. That info is private and—”
Creed clears his throat, and we turn to find him and Doc standing at the entrance to the room looking like they walked in on something.
Which they did.
Creed’s brow tightens in a hard scowl. “If you want to keep it private, maybe you should stop bringing it up.”
Doc nods. “All right. Now a few more things make sense. You calling Keyla a bitch. The outburst about her keeping her mouth shut. The lengths you went for him after he fried your noggin.”
I nod. “Except I have kept my mouth shut. I was concerned for Creed and I spoke to him privately. Rhylan has trust issues.”
Rhylan’s gaze narrows. He turns to address Creed directly when the door to the outer suites opens and Kotah and his mates come through for the drink and think.
My brother stops and stiffens. His gift likely picked up on the tension in the room. “Sorry, is this a bad time? Should we come back?”
I shake my head and pull on the rest of my clothes. “No. I’m thrilled you’re here. Come in. Creed sent Brant’s wish list down to the kitchen and we should have our supplies shortly. Come. Make yourselves at home.”
I turn back to Creed. Is it all right that I welcome them? Am I overstepping?
Not at all. Your family is now my family. They are welcome. And honestly. We could use a gathering of friends. If you’ll excuse me a moment, I’d like to speak to Rhylan privately.
Of course… and Creed? I smell the pain of his rejection. His frustration with me being here is more personal than it is professional. He’s hurting.
His brows drop as if he disagrees, but I know what I smell. Rhylan isn’t happy about me being here but it has little to do with keeping his prisoner under his thumb.
Creed hasn’t opened up to me about what happened between the two of them, but by the heated daggers the two of them are throwing off at one another, it was more than physical exertion to pass the time…
Or at least it grew to be.
Rhylan
My entire body is vibrating. That bitch has the gall to speak about me and Creed while she still wears his mark on her flesh? And what’s worse, he wasn’t enough for her, so she roped in her old boyfriend so now my dark and haunted prince is fucking both of them?
My dragon paces wildly within me, my skin crawling with the olfactory offense of their scents.
My fire burns hot with the need to fix this.
Creed isn’t theirs. He’s mine.
I see the focused look passing between them and curse. They’re linked and having private conversations. Mind fae save that connection for only the most intimate relationships.
Another thing she gets that I never had.
My eyes flip to dragon gold and burn with the fractured vision of my animal self. I need to get out of here.
Someone curses and I swing my gaze. They’re looking at me. The quint. Creed. His mates.
Everyone needs to stop looking at me!
“Rhy, what’s wrong?” Creed’s concern washes over me like a balm. Then he shifts to step between me and his wolf bitch. No. He’s not concerned about me.
It’s her he wants to protect.
“He’s losing control of his dragon,” the Wolf King snaps. “Calli, take Keyla into the other room. She’s upsetting his beast.”
Brant positions himself between me and the ladies retreating toward Honor’s suite. “Can I point out dragons don’t make for good house pets?”
A joke? My life is imploding and they’re making fun of me? My control evaporates behind a blast of fury so great, the man I am is rendered speechless.
My dragon, though… my dragon has something to say. “Leave. You have no right to be here.”
My voice comes out strained and warbled with my dragon’s power. There’s no reining it in.
“They’re here by my invitation,” Creed snaps. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“They ruined everything.” My dragon’s hiss vibrates, filling the room. A buzz hums through me, echoing in my head. “I protect you. I care for you. Not them.”
Creed points to his bedroom. “How about a bit of privacy. For fuck’s sake, Rhy, you’re losing your shit.”
“I’m losing everything. I’m losing you,” I snap, rushing him. With the strength of my dragon behind me, I lift him off his feet and pin him to the wall.
He jerks his head to the side, but I catch his chin, bringing his attention back to me. “Mine.”
Dropping my mouth, I extend my incisors and bite.
Creed cries out.
There’s no stopping this. He is mine. My hard, hot length spears into his abdomen. I rub the front of his pants, finding his response.
Like it or not, he wants what we have.
With a clawed swipe, I slice through the front of his pants and free that erection.
“Mine…” I hiss against the flesh of his neck and his blood seeps into my mouth. It’s warm and sinfully delicious as it hits my tongue. That exquisite flavor is the answer to my claim.
Dark spice bleeds from my skin as I grind against him and my mating scent releases. I moan as I press against him. “Mine.”
Doc
“Oh fuck. This isn’t good.” The dragon has Creed pinned to the wall and is dry humping him in a very obvious display of staking his claim. The thing is, I can’t tell if the dreamy haze in Creed’s eyes is him getting off on the whole thing or being lulled into some kind of dragon fuck trance.
“What should we do?” I turn and catch the stunned gazes of Keyla and the entire quint. “Do we try to stop it? Do we risk having a pissed dragon in the middle of the castle?”
Keyla gathers herself quickly and seems to be the only one with an answer. She’s wearing that focused look she gets when she and Creed talk cranium to cranium. “He’s all right. We’ll let them have a moment.”
She rakes her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and rolls her eyes at Calli. “It seems my questions about Rhylan and our mating have been answered.”
Calli tilts her head, to improve her view of the show. “In a big way.”
Keyla chuckles. “Okay, you guys go ahead and set things up for our meeting of the minds out here. Doc and I will see if we can move this into the bedroom and get it sorted.”
Sorted? We’ve got a dragon crazed with lust, anger, and frustration and she thinks we should welcome him into our mating? “Am I missing something? Since when were we considering a fourth?”
She looks up at me and frowns. “Since Creed invited my significant other into our fated mating and I realized Rhylan was more to him than a jailor and a tormentor.”
I shake my head, my bear rising inside me. “You sure that’s all it is? Seems to me, you’re rounding yourself up quite a stable of studs, Princess.”
The slap to my cheek stings my heart far more than my face.
Her wolf lets off a long, low growl of warning.
“That was uncalled for, Bear. You’ve been grumbling beneath the surface for days. Look around. We’re here to unite two realms. We’ve been given a chance to live extraordinary lives. I understand you’re protective of what we have, but I need you to expand your perspective. I want you here. I love you. I want what’s best for you and me and Creed and both fucking worlds, so get your head out of your very fine ass and realize this is about more than the two of us living happily ever after.”
I stretch my jaw and rub at the scruff of my cheek. Wow, she’s pissed. She f-bombed me and everything. My pretty little princess is taking off the gloves.
Honestly, the fire in her eyes is too fucking sexy.
My girl has fight I didn’t even know about.
Dayam, girl.
“Well, all righty then. Sometimes bears spout off before they think. Consider me set straight, slugger.”
Her gaze narrows. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Not as much as I’m loving at you. Come on, give me another little spanking. I deserve it.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re not half as cute as you think you are. Now, help me get them into the bedroom before things get more awkward for Creed.”
Awkward?
Creed is a vision of male ecstasy. With his head kicked back, h
is silver hair flowing to his bare chest, and a look of tortured pleasure etched on his face, I’m not sure awkward is the word I’d use to describe him.
Chin held high, the smooth column of Creed’s throat is mostly covered by the dragon’s mouth. Rhylan is drinking from his neck and palming him roughly. The front of Creed’s pants are shredded and falling open.
“Fuck. That is erotic as hell. Anyone else throwing wood like a Scotsman in a caber toss competition?” Cue the rising hands of Brant, Kotah, Jaxx, and Hawk. “Good to know I’m not alone.”
“On second thought,” Keyla says. “Let’s leave them right where they are, and we can all head across to your suite for a bit.”
“Yeah,” Jaxx says, adjusting the front of his ripped jeans. “A little distance is probably a good idea.”
Hawk scans the bulge pushing at Jaxx’s fly and arches a brow. “You need a hand with that, Puss?”
Jaxx grins. “If you’re offerin’, I’m acceptin’.”
Calli shakes her head and smiles at Keyla. “Okay, on third thought, I’ll take my four across the hall and ride this out. You four handle your recent development and we’ll regroup in a while, hopefully when everyone is level and sated.”
And with that, the phoenix and her quint make a heated and hasty exit.
Keyla
I close and lock the door, chuckling to myself. Over the past three months, there have been dozens of moments when Calli and the quint, either on a whole or a few members at a time, have been in the middle of some kind of sexual exploitation when Dillan and I walked in.
It got to be a bit of a game, guessing what we might stumble into.
It seems our life might be following the same path.
And still, the quint gets to share in the sexual exploits. I’m happy for them.
Flopping on the couch, I lean back and pat the cushion beside me. Doc sinks down beside me and the weight of his body on the cushions tilts me toward him.
He takes my hand and kisses my cheek. “Sorry about the pissing match.”
The two of us watch the two of them and I shrug. “Eyes forward, Bear. It’s our only way through this.”
He chuckles. “I gotta say, eyes forward right now is no sacrifice. Fuck they’re hot.”
