“Let’s go. We don’t want to keep him waiting.” I open my mouth to say something, but Verkor stops me. “Wait until we’re alone. He has eyes and ears everywhere,” he whispers. I nod my head. He takes point once again, with me and the others following him. A hand lands on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. I look behind me seeing Obsidian. In that moment, I know they have my back. They won’t let anything happen to me, just like I won’t let anything happen to them.
Thankfully, dinner with the king was uneventful. He asked a million and one questions, but the point he kept coming back to, was how strange it was for Verkor to have a mate that wasn’t fae. After a while I got tired of the looks and the questioning gaze he sent my way, that I had to give him something. I told him I didn’t know who my birth parents were, and that I was abandoned at a young age. I really hate dredging up the past, especially when I don’t know it myself. It’s not that I’m not curious about where I came from and if I have family out there, but I don’t have any information to go on. One day, I’ll know, but that day is not today.
We arrive to Verkor’s room, but I’m not sure you could call it a room. It’s bigger than my whole dwelling. The first thing I do is starfish myself on Verkor’s opulent bed. I mean really, it is quite ostentatious. It’s big enough to fit myself, Verkor, Stolas, and Obsidian comfortably. The bed is the softest I’ve felt. I had to climb on it because of how high it sits off the ground. The bed is in the center against the wall. The headboard is made of navy blue velvet, surrounded by decorative ornate silver. There is a bench at the foot of the bed, made with the same navy blue velvet and silver of the headboard. There are two night stands on either side of the bed, both navy blue and silver. Getting a theme here. I roll my eyes because it’s all pretentious. There’s a couch on the along the far wall with the same velvet and silver. The nightstands have candelabras. There’s even a damn chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Oh, but it doesn’t stop there. Sweeping navy blue curtains hang on the wall framing the bed. The other side of the room has two doors. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say one is the closest and the other a bathroom.
“Why is your room so extravagant? I mean does it really need to be like this. My whole dwelling can fit into this room twice over,” I ask.
“It doesn’t have to be. Honestly, I had no say in what my room looked like. There aren’t that many of us royal fae left. If there was, I wouldn’t even have a room here. All these rooms would be filled with Kellan’s family.”
“Does he have a mate?”
“One’s out there, I’m sure, but so far he has not found her.”
“And does she have to be a winter fae?” I ask generally curious. I don’t know much about fae politics and I feel I should know something since one of my mates in from the royal family of the Winter Court.
“There would be outrage if he took a mate that wasn’t from this court. He doesn’t have to find his fated mate, but he will have to pick a mate and soon. He will be pressured to continue his line.”
“And what about you?” I roll over on my side, propping my head up with my hand. I look over and see him sitting on the couch with Stolas. Obsidian has taken residence on the bench at the end of the bed. All of them are wearing some variation of jeans and a sweater. The only difference it the shoes on their feet. Stolas is wearing converses, Verkor has on his cowboy boots, and Obsidian his black boots. Their faces are slightly pink from the cold.
“I would never settle for anything other than my fated mate. I’ll never be on the throne, nor do I want it. I would defy everything for my fated mate.”
“Mm.” I’m very pleased to hear that. “You might regret those words, especially around me. I tend to find myself in sticky and sometimes questionable situations.” He gracefully rises from the couch and stalks toward me, crawling on the bed.
“I’ll be there to get you out of each and every situation. I’ll always be there to protect you.”
I move to my back as Verkor leans over me. I smile at him. He lowers his head, pressing his lips to mine, placing his body between my parted and waiting thighs. What? My fae is hot and I'm not one to shy away from something that I want and that is him.
Verkor
I hear the door to my room open and close. Finley and I are alone. Stolas and Obsidian know to return to this room. There is no way any of us are to be alone, and we’ll be staying in the same room. It’s big enough for all of us and then some. I do appreciate the alone time they are willing to give us, which brings me back to Finley. I pull back slightly, staring into her gray eyes.
“Do you remember what I said would happen when I got you in my bed?” She nods. “What did I say?” I use that moment to move my hips, rubbing against her core.
“That you would claim me in more ways than one.”
“And?” I move my hips again.
“You would fuck me until I screamed your name,” she moans.
“I plan to do just that.”
I attack her mouth again. I slide my hand down her side and under the hem of her shirt. Her skin feels like silk against my fingertips, until I reach a raised area. I pull back, pushing myself to my knees. Finley stares up at me with confusion in her eyes. I reach for the hem of her shirt and start tugging it up her body. She understands because in the next instance she helping me. She sits up, going to her knees, lifting her arms in the air, and I quickly tug her shirt over her head. My eyes immediately go to the raised patch of skin on her side. I run my finger over the puckered skin, making a promise to myself that she’ll never get hurt again. We’ll do everything in our power to protect her from further harm. Finley grabbing at my shirt, taking my attention away from her wound. I divest myself of my shirt. Finley’s hands start to trace each and every muscle of my chest and abs. I moan at the touch of her bare skin on mine. My wings erupt from my back.
Desire and lust fill her eyes at the sight of them. I brace myself for her touch on my feathers. I shiver, just at the thought. I’ve had lovers caress my wings before, but nothing feels as good as when your mate does it. I don’t have to wait long. All of my nerve ends snap alive as her fingers whisper over my feathers, and I shiver. It’s a pleasure like I can’t describe. I feel the sensation coursing through my body, increasing my desire. I want her closer. I grip her hips, pulling her flush to my body. I lean down, placing kisses and nips along the length of her neck up to her ear. I nibble on her earlobe. Her hands clench my arms, and a soft moan escapes her lips. I can’t wait to hear that sound with my cock buried deep inside her.
“Touch them, grip them. I know you want to,” I whisper.
I move my wings to her sides, caressing her with their softness. Finley reaches out, grabbing a handful of feathers in each hand, gently tugging on them. I lose all sense of control and growl, pushing her back on the bed. My hands go to the waistband of her pants, and without a word I yank them down and off of her body, leaving her in only her pink, lace panties. Her breath starts to come out in slow, short gasps. I’m enthralled by the rise and fall of her pert breasts. I want her completely naked. I grab the sides of her underwear and rip them from her body. My sense of smell isn’t as good as Obsidian and Stolas, but I can smell her desire. It amps mine up more. Her legs fall open, showing how slick, wet, and ready she is for me. I get off the bed, unbuttoning my pants, slowly lowering the zipper. I push them down my hips, my cock springing free. I step out of them, taking my fill of her. Nothing has looked as good as Finley laid out on my bed. She’s a feast for my eyes, mind, and soul.
“Verkor, please. I need you.” She reaches out toward me. I groan at the sound of neediness in her voice. It completely unmans me. I crawl back on the bed, lowering myself until my face hovers right above her pussy.
“Only because you look so pretty begging.” I lick her opening, sucking on her clit when I reach the top. I do this over and over until she is a quivering mess beneath my lips, but I need her closer to the edge. I insert one finger into her cunt, pumping in
and out of her at a quick pace.
“I need more,” she pants.
I add another finger, increasing my pace. I alternate between sucking, licking, and flicking her clit with my tongue. I feel the walls of her pussy squeezing my fingers. She’s close, so close. I twist my fingers, feeling that ridge of nerves, and stroke that over and over. I watch in rapt attention as Finley arches her back off the bed, her hands fisting the blanket, as she cries out her release. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve heard. But I’m not done. I watch as she comes down; her hooded eyes meet mine, her hands fist my hair, and her legs quiver around my head. I places kisses up her body until I reach her breast. Licking and sucking on each, before I resume my journey. With no hesitation she pulls my face to hers, kissing me, tasting her essence that still lingers on my tongue. I pull back, gazing into her eyes.
“I said I was going to fuck you until you screamed my name. You haven’t done that...yet.” I grin before thrusting my cock into her welcoming warm heat.
Finley
I cry out as Verkor roughly thrusts into me, but not in pain, in ecstasy. It feels so good having him in me, above me, touching me. He feels like a missing piece of the puzzle that is Finley. Verkor nips at my earlobe, tugging on it.
“Are you ready for more baby?” he whispers.
“God, yes. Please move,” and he does just that, slow and deliberate. Small, shallow strokes, driving me insane. “Please, I need more.” I dig my nails in.
“I,” stroke. “Love,” stroke. “The sound,” stroke. “Of you begging,” stroke.
“I need more. Harder, faster.” I hook my legs over his, resting them right underneath his ass. I run my hands down his feathers to his ass, squeezing it. He shivers. My fingers travel up his sides, stopping at his ribs. Verkor pulls back, staring down at me.
“Your touch completely undoes me.”
“Then prove it.”
Verkor smiles before he slams into me. I gasp. He does it over and over again. I inch toward the precipice, but I need more to truly fall over the cliff. I grab the inky, black feathers of his wings, tugging them. Verkor moans, thrusting into me faster and harder.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that.” I tug a little harder on his wings. He growls. His hand goes to my thigh, moving it higher. It changes the angle just enough that it feels like he’s going deeper. He’s barely pulling out before he’s pushing back in. Our pelvis’ are so close together that his rubs against my clit gives me exactly what I need. “I’m close, I-I…”
“Come for me mate. Come all over my cock.”
I do. I scream my release and his name. “Verkor.”
“That’s right. Scream my name, so the whole castle knows who you belong to.” He keeps thrusting into me, drawing out my orgasm. It’s not long before he groans his release, and his thrust starts to slow, until he stops. Verkor gazes at me before lowering his head. His forehead touching mine. Our breaths intermingle from us both heavily panting. “You’re mine, Finley. Now and always.”
He moves, ghosting his lips over mine, before kissing me passionately. He moves to his side, pulling me close to his body. He kisses my forehead, and I smile. The thought of belonging to him, to all of them should terrify me, but I’m not scared. I’m almost strangely comforted by the thought. I’m used to doing things on my own, being alone. It’s nice to think that I won’t be anymore. That I may actually have someone I can lean on.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“For what?”
“For everything you’re doing. For being here when I know you don’t want to be. For saying that you’re going to be by my side. This isn’t something that I’m used to. The only person who has been there for me is Izzy. Everyone else in my life just wants to use me for what I can do for them.”
“I can tell you that we want you for you. We’ll always support you.”
I move my head back, so that I can look Verkor in his eyes. “Even Obsidian?”
“Especially Obsidian. He comes off gruff and controlling. Don’t get me wrong he is, but he cares for you. He only wants what’s best for you. He just has a rough way of going about it. This is new to all of us. There’s going to be a learning curve, but we’ll get there.”
I nod, before snuggling back into his side. “Do you think we’re moving too fast? I mean, we’ve only known each other a short while.”
“Does it feel wrong to you? Anything that you have done?” he questions. I take a moment to think about it. To me, it doesn’t feel wrong. It doesn’t feel too fast.
“No,” I say.
“Then that’s your answer. We’ll only do what you’re comfortable with, but if it doesn’t feel wrong then why question it? Everyone and every relationship is different. What you have with Stolas, will be different than what you’ll have with Obsidian. Just because we made love, doesn’t mean you have to rush and do the same with the others. Everything will happen when it’s supposed to. When you’re both ready. All we can do is focus on our relationship with each other.”
I nod against his chest. He’s right. We’ll take this a step at a time. Right now, we need to focus on the task at hand. Getting the second piece of the map.
Chapter 12
Finley
I wake surrounded by warm bodies. Wait? I remember falling asleep in Verkor’s arms, but Stolas and Obsidian weren’t here when that happened. I open my eyes, blinking a few times to clear the fog. I’m on my side, still snuggled against Verkor. I carefully move my head to look behind me. Obsidian is there, his hand on my hip. I try to turn over, but there is something heavy on my legs. I look down my body to see a huge, black dog. I suck in a breath ready to scream but think better of it. I don’t know what this animal would do. How the hell did it even get in here? I start to nudge both Verkor and Obsidian.
“Guys,” I whisper, trying not to disturb the animal. “Guys,” I say a little louder.
“Stop moving,” Obsidian says sleepily.
“There’s an unknown animal currently laying on me. I’m trying not to panic, but it’s not working.” I feel Obsidian shift.
“It’s just Stolas.”
Hearing his name, the giant dog lifts his head. I’m staring at a pair of glowing red eyes. The creature stands, stretching. When he yawns, all I see are sharp teeth that could tear through my flesh.
“Holy shit, I’ve never seen a hellhound in person.” My eyes widen with how big he actually is. If I were standing before him, his head would be chest level. He’s as tall as the earth realm’s Great Dane, but as heavy as their English Mastiff. He has solid black, short fur, and glowing, red eyes. The dog moves closer, his face in mine. He huffs and a little smoke escapes his nose. The smell of brimstone is strong. The hellhound inhales then licks my face. “Oh, gross.” The dog lays down on me. His head on my chest. “Good Lord, you’re heavy.”
He moves his head, nudging my arm. I take as a sign that he wants me to pet him. Tentatively, I move my hand to his head. I fully expected to feel, mangy, coarse fur, but I’m surprised my how soft it is. I scratch behind his ear and stroke him from head to wherever I can reach. He closes his eyes, like he’s soaking up the attention I’m giving him. I do this for a little while, until having his weight on me makes it hard to breathe.
“Okay, I'm going to need to move. You’re heavy, and I can't breathe.” Thinking that Stolas would just get up and move back to the foot of the bed, I’m surprised when he doesn’t. Instead, he shifts back into his human form, still laying on top of me...bare ass naked.
“Is this better, love?”
I gulp because, from what I can see of his body, he is sculpted to perfection. My eyes roam over every exposed piece of muscle it can. The part I want to see most, which is hard against my belly, is covered from my sight. I shift my eyes up, looking into his silver eyes, which are filled with amusement and desire. He grinds his cock against my stomach. I want nothing more than to have him doing that without the blanket between us, because I’m still naked after my last round of sex with Verkor las
t night. He chuckles.
“As much as I would like to see where this would go, we have a full day planned.” Stolas leans down, placing his mouth right next to my ear. “But, we can definitely pick this up later.”
He pulls back, giving me a quick kiss before lifting off of me, leaving the bed. He disappears into the bathroom, but not before I get a good look at the rest of his body. Six pack abs that taper down to his Adonis belt. What I would give to lick that. His abs aren’t the only thing that are impressive on him. His cock stands long, hard, and proud. Even his ass looks firm and tight. I want to run my hands over every inch of him. I groan, placing my hands on my face. How am I going to be able to handle these men?
I hear a chuckle from beside me. I turn and face Verkor, who is smiling at me. “He’s right. We do have a lot planned for today, but you can always join him.” I glance at the bathroom door. I want to follow him, but I know if I do there’s no way I’m leaving this bedroom today. I sigh, hoping that Stolas keeps his word that we’ll continue this later.
“What’s on the agenda today?” I ask.
“How about a tour of the castle? Also, we have to have lunch with King Kellan. I have some errands to run after that, but Obsidian and Stolas will be here to keep you company.”
“What are your errands?”
“I have to get some things for the Winter Ball. It’s a few days away.”
“That reminds me, I need to look for a dress and shoes.”
“Leave the dress to me, baby.”
“Alright.” I eye Verkor, before just letting it go. He would know the appropriate attire for this ball. I turn to Obsidian. “So, while Verkor is away, what are we going to do?”
“I was going to leave you with Stolas. I need to go hunting for some meat. I have a few pieces with me, but I’d like to stock up.”
“So, you can shift?” He nods.
“I can keep shifting into the last animal I ate a piece of meat from, but I like to have a few options available. Shifting into a chimera might not be what’s best for the situation.”
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