by Aurelia Skye
She called out their names, but it came out a garbled sound all mashed together, which was oddly appropriate for the moment. She clung to them as their tongues brought her to orgasm, making her entire body shake with release before she slowly collapsed to her knees. She knelt between them, not quite looking at either one for a moment as she regained her ability to breathe and think. Then she lifted her head and gave Marek a slow smile before craning her neck to share a similar look with Kriss. “Maybe I was too hasty in insisting you work together. I’m not sure I’m going to survive it.”
“We’ll certainly pull you into pieces,” said Marek as he leaned forward to nip the lobe of her ear.
“But we’ll be sure we put you back together again too.” Kriss kissed her shoulder with the words.
She remained in a boneless heap kneeling on the floor as they both gained their feet and stood in front of her. There was an air of challenge about them, but it seemed playful rather than truly competitive as they started to undress. They were clearly racing to see who could finish first. If she had the ability to think enough to form the words, she would’ve told them to slow down so she could enjoy the show.
Kriss had his shirt off first, and Marek was the first to remove his pants to reveal the hard length of his cock. It nestled almost against his belly even with him standing upright, and her eyes widened. He was larger than she’d expected, and she moaned with doubt before her gaze moved to Kriss as he finished removing his close to reveal a similar length and girth. “I’m definitely not going to survive.”
“We promise you will,” said Marek with a wink. He leaned down to pick her up in his arms and carry her across the room. She clung to him as Kriss trailed behind, a hand clamped around her ankle in a tender, yet possessive, fashion that underscored the connection between them.
She sighed with pleasure when Marek laid her down on something that felt like bobbing on water. But she wasn’t wet, and it wasn’t cold. There was definitely a floating sensation, and she opened her eyes to look at it.
She lay on a beautiful bed fashioned from ice to look like a swan. She floated on a pillow of water, but something kept her from getting wet. She looked closer and saw fire feathers tipping the wings of the swan, and it wore a flaming crown that somehow managed not to melt the ice Marek had used to create it. She choked up looking at it, recognizing the symbolism of their carefully balanced magic to create something beautiful that neither was destroying with their power.
“Are you going to cry?” Kriss sounded appalled at the idea as he threw himself down beside her.
Marek was quick to follow, joining her on the other side and putting his arm around her shoulders since Kriss already had his around her waist. “What’s wrong? You hate it? We didn’t want to make you cry.”
A few tears managed to stream down her cheeks, but she was laughing at the reaction too. “I’m not going to cry. Well, maybe a little, but just because it’s so wonderful. This is what I needed to see, to know you could work together, and we could make this work.” She took both their hands in hers and squeezed before lying back again, resting her head on the softest pillow she’d ever known.
They moved to lie beside her, with Marek’s head at her left breast, and Kriss’s head by her thigh. They kissed, stroked, and nibbled her to another release before Marek designed a tapered object from water, forming it from ice. Kriss reached behind her with a bottle to squirt something slippery in her backside. It must be lube. She wasn’t entirely certain what it was Marek had made, but anticipated it would be cold as he teased the puckered rosette between her clenched cheeks a moment later.
“Relax,” said Kriss in a tender voice as he tossed aside the bottle of lube.
“I’m trying, but this is kind of scary.”
“Push back against it,” said Marek as he slowly wiggled it inside her, gaining a quarter-inch at a time.
“Tell me how you made your magic blend.” She needed something to distract her from the anxiety of the object’s insertion. She could garner the need for it if she wanted to be able to take both of them simultaneously, but that didn’t keep her from feeling afraid of any pain she would feel.
“We had to practice self-control. Having your power suddenly swell makes it a lot harder to control abilities that have been innate,” said Kriss. Despite his voice sounding informative, he was dipping his fingers lightly in and out of her pussy to stroke her clit.
“We practiced separately, and then together. It took a few days for us to master the ability to find the right balance of our magic so that one didn’t destroy or overtake the other,” said Marek.
“I know what you’re thinking,” said Kriss as he wiggled his fingers into her opening, gently pressing deeper into her. “You’re sure I had to pull back, so I didn’t overwhelm Marek’s magic, but the truth is, we’re pretty equally matched.” As Marek snorted and North giggled, he widened his eyes. “I was as surprised as you.”
“We were also hampered by Kriss’s enormous ego, but we found the balance. When we did, we knew it was time to claim you. This is what you want, isn’t it, North?”
She nodded at Marek’s question, abruptly realizing their words must’ve woven some sort of spell around her, though simply in a figurative way. She’d been immersed in hearing them speak and describe the process, so hadn’t realized the plug had slipped all the way inside the stubborn ring of muscle and now nestled fully inside her.
“She’s ready?”
“She is,” said North before Marek could answer Kriss’s question.
She closed her eyes as the bed moved while they shifted positions. A moment later, the plug withdrew, and it was the same temperature as her body—another trick they must have managed with their merged magic.
Marek lifted her, lying down on the bed with her on his lap as he slowly eased her backward. She drew in a deep breath as the head of his cock pressed against her sphincter, and she wiggled slightly to adjust the angle so that it filled her more comfortably. It left her feeling stretched and overly full for a moment, but there wasn’t the pain she had expected. When he moved a few times, lifting her by the hips and letting her slide down his shaft, her body soon grew accustomed to it and craved more. It was instinctive to reach out a hand to Kriss, who took it as he stepped forward to the edge of the bed.
Kriss splayed her thighs wide as she supported her legs as much as possible on Marek’s legs while Kriss moved into position. She let out a low moan when his cock lined up with her opening and slipped slowly inside. His lips parted, and he murmured words she couldn’t quite hear. There was a burst of orange sparkles around them that quickly dissipated.
“What was that?” How did she have the brainpower to form words when she was so filled with the two men holding her between them?
“A contraceptive spell,” said Marek through what sounded like gritted teeth. He seemed to be suffering from the need to hold still inside her. She was feeling the same way, but knew they couldn’t move until Kriss was fully in place.
“Hold your breath for a minute, North.” With those words, Kriss pressed past her barrier.
North closed her eyes, feeling a quick wave of pain that felt like it engulfed her entire lower body. By the time he was settled fully inside her sheath, it was already fading away. As he rocked carefully in and out of her a few times, it was completely gone in no time.
As she held on, they thrust her between them, her body little more than a malleable toy at their disposal. They could’ve used and abused her, but they treated her gently and carefully, making her feel revered and loved as the cocks moved in and out of her.
She wasn’t surprised to feel an orgasm starting, and she clenched her fingers around Kriss’s biceps as she started to come. The first convulsions of her channel triggered Marek to twitch in her backside, and then Kriss’s length hardened inside her. Together, they filled her with cum, and she came with them, keening and arching as they pulled her apart before the world came back together again.
S
he collapsed against Marek, only vaguely aware of him turning slightly to withdraw from her as Kriss did the same. She lay on the bed on her side, not moving for the longest time as they took careful turns to clean her before lying beside her. With their arms around her, and feeling so sated, she was satisfied they had certainly managed to find a truce.
Being with them like this was amazing, though there was still something missing. Four somethings—or someones. This was amazing, but perfection would only come when she had all of her loves holding her like this.
As she made her way back to her room, she found it a little harder to walk than it had been that morning. Her body was clearly going to need some time to adjust to going from no lovers to two, and hopefully six—at least eventually.
She was preoccupied with remembering what had taken place, so it took a moment to realize she had a visitor. She flashed Eli a bright smile, but it wasn’t returned. She frowned. “Is something wrong?”
His eyes had turned completely gold, and the hair on his arms started to rise. “You’ve taken lovers.” The words came out with an animalistic growl.
“Yes. I wasn’t trying to hide it, and I intended to tell you all—”
He snarled at her. “You’re going to tell us you’ve made your choice, I guess. Marek and Kriss?” He said the last with certainty as he sniffed the air. Suddenly, the gold faded from his eyes, and the fur that had started to sprout receded. “Why them? Why not me?”
She put on a hand to him, trying to explain. “It’s not like that. I want both of them, but—”
“Then you’ve made your decision.” With another growl, though this one couldn’t hide his distress, he turned and sprinted away from her. She watched in amazement as his clothes burst at the seams, and the wolf took over as he rounded the corner. She stood there for a moment, wondering if she should go after him, before leaning against the door. In his current state, he needed a chance to process and calm down. She’d have to approach him when he was fully human again and capable of understanding exactly what she wanted. She just had to make that plain to him and the others.
She wanted to gather them around her and immediately have the discussion, but the sight of Lyssa rounding the corner reminded her she had a previous engagement. There was a ball in her honor that evening, the farewell one, since she was due to return to the Earth dimension the next day. Lyssa was there to help her prepare, and it was her duty to finish her mission here.
She hoped she would get a chance to speak with them tonight at the ball, or if not, she would go individually to each of their rooms afterward to ensure all of the men knew she’d made her choice—and to confirm they were all supportive of that. For all she knew, one or more might refuse to share her, which was a heartbreaking thought.
Chapter Fourteen
The ball was slightly better than some of the others, but she was still anxious for it to be over. It was approaching midnight, and the royals had yet to make their farewell speeches. She’d gotten more accustomed to keeping these late hours as their guest, but was currently resenting the demands on her time when all she wanted to do was surround herself with her guards to have a heartfelt and honest discussion about their future.
She let out a breath of relief when quiet descended around the ballroom as the symphony abruptly stopped playing. The king and queen got to their feet, and trays of champagne circulated. She took one and put on a polite smile, preparing for a political speech. At least she was certain King Arlo and Queen Tempest actually liked her though, unlike the Drakkens, who’d seemed to merely tolerate her presence.
“You all know we’re here to bid farewell to our favorite guest, North Campbell.” At the king’s words, the assemblage burst into polite applause.
“It’s been an honor to have you here with us, North, and I’m sure I speak for Tempest as well when I say we’ll happily host you any time.” His eyes gleamed with approval when they moved to where Marek’s hand was on her shoulder. His smile didn’t lessen when he saw Kriss standing right behind her with another hand on her hip.
He seemed to have accepted the union of his son with his enemy’s son, with her as the cohesive point, though no one had informed him. Unless Marek had? She turned her head, about to ask him if he had mentioned their change in relationship status to his father, but didn’t get a chance.
Milo stepped forward then, clearing his throat and nodding at his father. “Pardon my interruption, Father, but I can’t wait a moment more.”
The king just chuckled indulgently and took a step back with a wave of his arm. The queen passed him a discreet glass of champagne, and they both seemed poised to listen to Milo, though North wasn’t sure there was any surprise in their expressions when Milo spoke a moment later.
“I asked Princess Lyssa to marry me this afternoon, and she’s agreed. Our union will make us happy, and we hope it will bring happiness to both sides of our realm. It’s time to heal the rift between us all, and we hope you will join us in this endeavor and extend your blessing.” He talked to everyone, but his gaze remained on Lyssa.
“Hear, hear.”
North stiffened at the sound of a familiar voice, mouth dropping open in shock as King Thorne and Queen Risa entered the room from the side entrance used by the royal family. A quiet mutter spread through the crowd around her.
Lyssa and Milo both seemed stunned, and Tempest and Arlo burst into laughter. “We reached out to your parents, Lyssa, and found a way to accept the changes that are coming. Ultimately, we agreed that the only important thing is yours and Milo’s happiness, along with peace and contentment in the entire realm,” said Arlo.
Tempest moved over to take Lyssa’s arm to escort her soon-to-be daughter-in-law down the red carpet to meet her parents, who were climbing down the stairs from the platform housing the thrones.
Lyssa walked with a hesitant step for a moment, but was soon rushing forward. When her parents enfolded her in their arms, North had to blink back tears. It was even more momentous when Milo approached, standing rigidly for a moment. He seemed to deflate when Queen Risa reached out and pulled him into the embrace.
North turned to look at Kriss and Marek. “Should you join them?”
“Later. Our place is with you,” said Marek. Kriss nodded, conveying his agreement, and neither of them moved away from her.
After a moment of stunned silence, the crowd burst into enthusiastic applause, and more champagne suddenly appeared on trays around them. North had a second glass, enjoying the celebratory mood. Everyone in the room seemed pleased, and she abruptly realized they had more guests than they’d had before Milo’s announcement.
The room was practically bursting with occupants now, and many had come from Celestina. It was amazing to see the fire and ice beings mingling so readily, though with a hint of wariness. She couldn’t expect that to disappear overnight, but it was definitely a start toward Fire & Ice healing and finding a new way to meld, just like Marek and Kriss had done for her sake.
Chapter Fifteen
It was quiet as the party eventually broke up in the early hours of the morning. North walked beside Eamon and Orin, with Eli bringing up the rear, and Ryland, Marek, and Kriss moving in strategic places around her. They were all a little tipsy, but she was certain her men were as alert as ever.
When they reached her room, they walked her inside, and she was the last one through. North locked the door behind them, and they frowned as they turned to her. She leaned against it, as though forming a barrier with her body. Eli appeared resistant, while the others were either intrigued or slightly befuddled. Only Marek and Kriss looked completely amused, so they must’ve guessed what her plan was.
“I’ve made my decision.”
The four of them stiffened, while Marek and Kriss leaned back against separate posts on her fourposter bed, crossing arms over their chests in a relaxed fashion.
“Who is it?” asked Eamon with a hint of hope, but a trace of mild despair. His ears had turned red, which they hadn’t d
one for a while when speaking to her.
“She chose Marek and Kriss,” growled Eli.
The others let out varying sounds of disappointment before North raised her hand.
“Eli’s right, but only partially. I’ve chosen Kriss and Marek, but I’ve also chosen all of you. I want to be with each of you, and all of you. I don’t know what’s ahead of us, or what we’ll discover, but I know I want each of you at my side.”
“How is that supposed to work?” Eli sounded angry.
“It works by me trying to give each of you as much attention as I can, and seeing to your needs. Sometimes, I’ll be with one of you, and sometimes more.” She looked down, feeling shy. “I’m certain there will be times when I want all of you at the same time.”
“Like tonight?” Orin asked with a wink.
She winced, and a phantom pain shot between her legs. “Perhaps not tonight. I need a little recovery time from earlier…” She trailed off, allowing them to draw their own conclusions. One by one, the men glanced at Kriss and Marek, and she saw varying degrees of envy before their expressions faded to acceptance.
All except Eli. She licked her lips. “I’d like to speak with Eli from a while, and that gives you guys time to decide if you can handle sharing me.”
“I don’t need any time to decide that,” said Orin. “You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you, and I imagine it was the same for the rest of us. I lived in fear of the day you made your decision, and it wasn’t me. I know we’ll figure out the details, and I’m just relieved to know I’m among your chosen.”
“What he said,” said Eamon. As the others laughed, his ears turned red, but then he snickered too. He sounded nervous and unsure, and North could relate. She felt the same way as the bond she had with her men changed infinitesimally, but also infinitely. They were on a new path now, one that was completely different and unexpected for all of them, and they would have to find their way together.
