Sweet Gods, she’d make a fine lap dancer.
Only if he, Rafe, and Mikkel were her clientele, of course.
For the first time in his life, he felt possessive over another creature, and though it was strange and unusual for him, he supposed it was only apt.
Thalia was like no other.
She was his fated, and that made her precious. Priceless.
Unique.
Unable to help himself, he pinched her nipples again in faint warning. A squeak escaped her and her lips parted as he ran his hand down her stomach and joined the melee of hands that were working her over.
Mikkel’s stilled when he felt Theo’s join in the fun, but Theo ignored the sudden deep freeze behind Thalia. He understand why Mikkel would be a tad cautious where this was concerned. But as he slipped a finger inside Thalia’s slick gate, he felt Mikkel grow adventurous, felt him stir as he slid another beside Theo’s.
She seemed to realize the difference and the groan that escaped her was deep, belly-deep, and with it, the air seemed to flood with her pheromones. Her hips began to rock harder as Theo inserted another finger, Mikkel matching him. They scissored her, both doing their own thing in the tight confines of her pussy. He felt her clench down, the muscles so tight it made sweat break out on his brow.
He wanted in her.
Badly.
“Need you,” he growled.
A whimper escaped her. “Yes. Gods. I need you too.” She swallowed, her throat bobbing before she lifted her head and stared at him with eyes that had pinpricks for pupils. Almost like she was high as a kite.
Caelus, maybe she was.
A rumble started in his chest, and he couldn’t stop himself… couldn’t withhold the sudden need to be free as this happened. As they took her, for the first time, as a triad.
The glamor popped, and her wings sprang forth, his too.
The scent of them filled the air, almost like a blast of oxygen swirled around the confines of the cabin. Mikkel and Rafe jolted in surprise, but a throaty growl escaped Thalia’s lips.
“Why do things feel better when they’re free?” she demanded, her eyes wide, but her hands came to press against his pecs. The tips dug into the thick pads of muscles, as though she was willing to torture the answer out of him.
“It is how it is with us.” It was no answer, but it was all the answer he had. And that was the truth of it.
“But why? I’m not one of you.”
“Our daughter has changed that. Has made it so.” He let out a soft sigh as he took in the beauty of the wings that didn’t belong to his mate, and yet, looked fucking perfect to him. They were tipped with his enemy’s colors, but with her pure white hair, the pure white wings would have looked odd—yet with the gold striations, they seemed to enhance her snowy appearance.
With a groan at the sight of them, he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you in the sky one day. Properly, like a Fae couple do.”
There was a twinkle in the arctic blue. “I look forward to that. One day.”
“Let’s focus on the here and now,” Mikkel grunted, and Theo felt him slide his fingers out of her core. “Thalia, I want this,” he said on a growl, and she moaned as, Theo shifting himself to the side for a better angle, watched the half-Lyken spread their mate’s asscheeks apart.
His spatulate finger rubbed the rosette, making Thalia stiffen until she shuddered, a wave of gooseflesh make each pore pop to life.
Theo clicked his fingers and in his grasp, a bottle of lube appeared. “Stretch her well, Mikkel. No pain. Just pleasure for our woman.”
Mikkel grunted as he accepted the bottle. Thalia twitched on Theo’s lap, but she peered down at the lubricant, biting her lip in a way that spoke of wariness, yet, he’d smelled the sudden surge of arousal that had exploded into life around them.
“Someone likes the idea of that,” Rafe murmured, chuckling around the words. She cringed, but Rafe nuzzled his face into her throat. “Don’t be embarrassed. We’re as desperate for you, sweetheart.”
She moaned. “Really?”
“Can’t you tell?” Theo rasped. “We’re all yours, Thalia. Yours.”
A shiver wracked her spine, and then she stiffened, and seemed to melt against Theo’s chest. He bit his lip as she pressed her forehead into his throat. The move gave him a perfect view of Mikkel playing with her ass. He watched as the other male coaxed one finger inside, then another, and another. Over the space of five minutes, he taunted her, and Theo watched. Loving the show. Against his belly, a pool of lubricant and her cream slipped and slid, and he loved the messy mixture, loved it even more when Rafe slipped his hands through it and used it to rub her clit.
The noises she made were exquisite. Like pure torture to a man as sensitive as him where his senses were concerned. It was then he realized the phone had ceased its ridiculous squawking, the porn video having obviously come to an end.
Good.
He wanted nothing marring this delicious experience.
The pressure of Rafe’s knuckles nudging against his belly didn’t even make Theo wish the changeling’s hand was around his cock. This wasn’t about him. It was about Thalia.
About worshiping her.
The very notion made his cock twitch. It had settled up high, the tip nudging his navel, the wet kiss of his cum settling there like a heady promise to himself that soon, he’d be within the welcoming walls of his fated’s cunt.
“Oh Gods, Mikkel. Stop teasing me,” she moaned, rocking her hips back, almost shaking her ass in his face.
A laugh escaped Mikkel, and Theo watched as, with his other hand, he grabbed a firm hold of her ass cheek, ducked down and nipped the curve. Having seen Rafe do that only a day ago, the sight inspired thoughts of what had happened then.
Would Rafe want to take her blood once more?
How did Theo feel about that?
He wasn’t sure to be truthful.
“Just put it in,” she grumbled, her thighs tensing and her knees digging into Theo’s.
“You’ll be grateful I’ve got more patience than you,” Mikkel retorted. “There’s no rush.”
“Yeah. There is. We’ll be arriving any second and I want to explode in your arms before I have to go atomic on the fools in the Summerford Pack.” It should have sounded whiny, but the desperation in her voice deleted any whininess there.
She was ready.
One hundred percent.
Mind, body, and soul.
The eagerness took him aback, but it urged him to say, “Do as she wills, Mikkel.”
The male peered at him, cocking a brow in disdain. “You feeling her ass? You feeling how tight she is?”
“She’s ready,” was all he said. “Just go slow.”
A deep moan escaped her. “Oh, Gods. I love how you’re talking around me. Normally I’d want to kick you in the balls, but this is like…”
Rafe snorted. “You’re crazy.”
She turned her head to the side and winked. “For you three.”
He let out a growl, something flickering in his eyes that was wild, untamable. Theo spotted it at the same time Thalia did, but unlike Rafe who stiffened—and not in a good way—she seemed to melt into Theo.
The instant response had Mikkel cursing. “What the fuck did you just do, Rafe?”
The other male tilted his head to the side. “Do? I did nothing.”
“She’s ready,” Mikkel retorted. “You must have done something.”
“I think Rafe’s pheromones are more potent than ours,” Theo rumbled out, but it was only theory. Not fact. “She seems to have a hair trigger response to them.”
Mikkel shot a wide-eyed look at Rafe, but he sidled closer to Thalia, grabbed her hips, and rocked his dick into her. “You ready for me, babe?” he asked, but he was teasing, the smile on his chops spoke louder than words.
“Oh, Gods, Mikkel, yes!” she moaned in response, the words close to slurred.
Theo cut Rafe a look, but he didn’t seem to be doing anythi
ng, and yet Thalia sounded drunk on whatever he was doing.
Mikkel released a growl, and the three of them watched as he notched his cock against her ass. The rosette slowly gave way to his invasion, separating and widening as Mikkel began to slide home.
A hiss escaped him. “Oh fuck.” The curse wasn’t crude, it was more like a plea and a prayer combined. “Oh fuck!” he repeated, the two words thready and needy. “You feel fucking perfect, Thalia.”
She moaned, rocked her hips, and stunning them all, she slammed back onto him, forging those final inches for herself. Mikkel grunted but his head tipped back as he took several deep breaths. The agony on his face was delicious, but it was nothing to the way Thalia reacted.
Her body began to tremble, and sweat broke, making her gleam with it. “More,” she rasped, her voice so deep it almost didn’t belong to her. “Need you. All of you.”
She angled herself higher, resting her hands on Theo’s shoulders to turn to Rafe. “Want you, Rafe. Need to taste you.”
The changeling’s eyes flashed again, and fuck, if Thalia didn’t seem to droop once more. What did the male have in his scent now? Fucking roofies?
Her nails tipped into his shoulders, digging deep, deep enough to leave marks, Theo knew. Then he watched as Rafe maneuvered onto the cushions, his cock in his fist. Thalia eyed it with a hunger that was almost discomfiting to watch. It was like she was starving and Rafe was a Thanksgiving smorgasbord.
But Theo, knowing how these things worked as this wasn’t his first rodeo, murmured, “Come here, dearling.” She let him arrange her, didn’t make much of a move as he slid his fingers through her pussy and notched his cock to her gate.
She did react when his cock pierced her, and the whimper fired his blood like nothing else could have done. Mikkel shifted forward, helping Theo slide into her, but the move also helped Theo thrust all the way inside until their two cocks were lodged deep inside her.
Mikkel shot Theo a look, and the two of them nodded grimly at one another. Silently communicating that Mikkel would take point here.
Theo would have preferred to have more engagement, but he was quite content to just lay back and watch this particular show.
The very notion filled his veins with a lust so thick it made molasses look watery.
Now stuffed full of her mates, Thalia turned toward Rafe who was leaning against the backrest of the leather cushions. His cock was still in hand, and his body was practically strumming with tension.
Unable to stop himself from watching a view that was a million times better than porn, he watched as Thalia lowered her mouth onto Rafe and began to suck him dry.
Mikkel let out a hiss, obviously just as affected by the sight, and then, he began to fuck her. Theo felt the ridges of his shaft against his own and shuddered at the delicious caress. Mikkel didn’t take her as Theo had expected, instead, he was slow, steady, and sure. Making each thrust count, each one hit home.
Theo felt it to his core.
What he also felt was Rafe’s body vibrating as he grabbed a hold of Thalia’s hair and began to ‘help’ her suck him off.
Their scents were powerful, turbocharging the air around them with an essence that was like nothing Theo could possibly begin to describe.
The need to ensure Thalia was enjoying this as much as him was a heavy throb in his blood. He reached between them and began to rub her clit, hissing as her pussy clenched around him. Mikkel made a similar sound as she obviously did the same around him, and as he fingered her while Mikkel fucked her and she accepted all Rafe had to give?
Theo knew he’d found his home.
His place.
Fuck.
It felt good.
Right.
Like he’d been lost, alone, for all these years. So many damn years. So much time apart from everyone, and yet connected in no intrinsic way.
It was enough to make his eyes prick with tears. Enough to make him close his eyes to accept the heavy wonder of what was happening.
Acceptance. Connection. Love.
The triad insinuated themselves in his very heart, and as they cascaded through his body, he felt Thalia begin to come. She let out a wail that was plugged by Rafe’s shaft, but as she began to flutter around his and Mikkel’s cocks, he knew he wouldn’t last long.
When her nails dug into Theo’s shoulders once more, he groaned and felt himself begin to spiral out of control. Desire and arousal coalesced, cannoning out of him as he exploded inside her. His cum slaloming into her, bathing her pussy with his seed. He felt Mikkel’s response, felt the after-effects as he too growled out his need and fucked her a little harder, seeming to need the extra pressure to ring every last drop of pleasure out of her.
When Rafe came? Those bizarre runes flashed on his body once more. He sensed Mikkel stiffening in surprise, felt that same bewilderment himself as the gold light seemed to appear in glyphs that were etched all over his form. In response to that light, the temperature in the cab seemed to soar until sweat popped out of his own pores and both Thalia’s and his wings fluttered in response. He didn’t have a fucking clue what that was about, just moaned as it seemed to amp up the tension until his cock was almost begging for the torment to stop.
Thalia moaned around Rafe’s shaft, swallowing every drop, until she pulled back to pant. Theo watched as she stared up at the changeling, watched that mesmerized look overcome her and, instinct guiding him, he grabbed Rafe’s shoulder and shook him.
“No. Blood,” he bit off.
Rafe let out a growl as he turned to stare at Theo. Displeasure making his features contort.
The sight would have unnerved a man who hadn’t seen far more in twelve millennia, instead, Theo just narrowed his eyes and glared right back. “She has to fight in a challenge. Take it later. Claim her again later. But not yet.”
Somehow, the words rang true.
That was why Rafe kept biting her. He was claiming her. Over and over again. Something in his soul was insecure, was needy, and that was why he kept on biting her.
A staring contest ensued, but a surface change made itself known as the limo ceased driving on paved roads and headed onto gravel. The sounds seemed to jerk Rafe into full awareness, thank the Gods, and grunting, Mikkel pulled out of Thalia’s ass. It was torture, but Theo knew he had to do the same. As he pulled free from the tight, clinging confines of a pussy that was home to him now, he clicked his fingers as he summoned Wind and Water to cleanse them, he used Earth to form their clothes.
Within the blink of an eye, they were cleansed and dressed. And still sitting/leaning/kneeling in the same positions as before.
It was almost comical.
“We’re there,” Thalia whispered, remorse in her words.
“Yes,” Rafe ground out, a sudden tension bleeding onto his features that hadn’t been there before—well, it had replaced a different kind of tension. “This is Summerford Pack land.”
Shooting Mikkel a look, who just shrugged back at him, he squeezed Thalia gently. “Are you sure you wish to do this?”
“Do bears shit in the woods?” She cocked a brow at him. “Theo, I’m weaker than I once was, but even now, I’m stronger than those pieces of shit.”
“I know, but you’re pregnant. And you’ve just had your first ménage. And you’ve had several trying experiences these last few days.” His lips quirked at that.
“Story of my life, babe,” she told him, her tone as matter-of-fact as Mikkel’s had been earlier.
Such a bland tone made him wince though. She’d been put through the wringer, this female of theirs, and by those who weren’t done with her yet either.
His jaw clenched at the thought of the Fates, nay, the Gods themselves playing games with Thalia’s life.
It wasn’t right, and yet, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
“Hey,” she whispered, pressing her hand to his belly. “I’ll be okay. In fact, I feel pretty fucking perfect,” she continued as she stretched then shifted
off his lap and slumped beside him on the seat once Rafe had slipped across the cushions to give her some space.
“I know you will. But you shouldn’t have to be. Rafe, Mikkel, and I should be up there. Fighting those scum on your behalf,” he ground out, the words escaping him before he thought about how she might perceive that.
But he should have known his woman would be like no other.
Instead of sulking or pouting, she murmured, “I know, love, I know. But you know I don’t need you to fight my battles for me, don’t you?”
“Aye, I do,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to her head. “I’m not worried about you, just displeased with what you must go through to satisfy the whims of beings who are guiding us into a labyrinth.”
She patted his belly. “We’re all on a path headed somewhere, Theo. Whether it’s with a greater good in mind or just an average one. We each have a purpose.”
“I suppose,” he grumbled, shooting a look out of the window to stare at the rather rumpled Packhouse. It wasn’t grand, if anything, it was rustic, especially for a city pack.
A strange choice for a Packhouse, well, not if he hadn’t known that Stevenson, the previous Alpha, had been old.
As the limo pulled to a halt on the gravel drive, the driver stepped out and opened Thalia’s door. With a final pat on his belly, she reached forward to kiss his mouth then she scooted out, and Theo leaned over to open his own door. Climbing from the vehicle, he waited for Rafe and Mikkel to do the same as Thalia rounded the car.
When she had, the four of them stared up at the building with its rustic log and stuccoed façade.
“Are you ready for this?” Mikkel asked.
She turned to him with a grin and a wink, her sated expression blinking out of existence in a flash as the challenge ahead of her, the desire for victory, took its stead. “I was born ready.”
****
Thalia
“Alpha,” Thalia greeted as she stepped into Jacobs’ office.
Not much had changed since she’d last been here. But then, it wouldn’t have. A new man was behind the desk, but less than two weeks had passed on this realm since his inception, and a new Alpha had more concerns than interior decoration.
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