“Oh, we’re going to,” Malakar promises, rubbing my clit faster. “Going to add to that puddle inside you.”
His big hand sweeps up to cradle my swollen belly filled with his Father’s cum, and Vaelith’s jaw hardens. His eyes bloom red. I think for a split second he’s angry, but his hand closes around his cock. He squeezes the knot.
He likes it, I realize with triumph.
But it’s short lived when he pushes to his feet. I watch him stalk around behind us, out of sight.
“Where—?”
Malakar grunts above me. His weight presses over my back. I can’t see what’s happening until I feel the second cock nudging against my opening.
“Vaelith...”
“Quiet, wife. You will take me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and try not to stiffen as he forces his head through.
“Deep breath,” Malakar murmurs into my ear. “We’ve done this before. You can do it again.”
I don’t know how when I’m already so full. When Malakar couldn’t even fit two fingers in a few minutes ago. Yet, somehow, my muscles are willingly relaxing as he gets deeper. As he claims what little space I have left and the weight ... the raw, agonizing, delicious pain...
All four men snarl and groan when my body unravels. It floods everyone with a thick rush of liquid that drives Vaelith straight to the base and I scream as he makes me take his knot. As he locks himself, Aamon and Malakar inside me. The two men are shuddering and gasping, fingers hard strips of iron holding my spasming body in place as I flail and choke on air.
“Please ... please...” is the only word I know and I have no idea what I’m even asking as I seize and cum again.
There’s something pressing on that magical button, that switch that keeps detonating the fireworks inside my skull, and I know it won’t stop until Vaelith unlocks. Until they pull out and free me.
But no one seems willing to end my suffering as Malakar and Vaelith race to see who can fuck me harder. Aamon tries, but he has his own problems getting railed by Ciaran.
I do wonder what people would think if they caught us like this. We’re not that far from the city center and we’re definitely not quiet. At least, I’m not. I realize as I cum for the hundredth time, I don’t care. I don’t even think Vaelith would allow anyone to accidentally find us. But the way I’m being tortured, nothing else matters.
Aamon cums first. His load makes Vaelith’s cock slip and slide with renewed ease.
Malakar cums next and his seed fills my back channel. But neither can leave as their father continues to take his time, reminding me who I belong to. When he does, finally, and the sheer amount floods down over Aamon’s cock, his knot keeps him where I want him.
I don’t know how long we stay this way, but I’m half asleep when I feel the cocks being removed. My face is pressed over Aamon’s chest. His arms hold me, fingers in my hair as I close my eyes, content to stay there forever, or until my body stops humming and throbbing.
But I’m scooped up. Vaelith pulls me up into his arms and folds me tight in his cloak. I snuggle into him, already falling into that soft, dark place when I hear his quiet,“Love you, my little queen.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
I open my eyes to the soft film of sunlight shattering through a loosely knitted patchwork of branches. It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen daylight that I simply lie still and watch tiny particles drift through the streams. The air is a buttery scent of cloves, pine and honeysuckle. It looks lingers across my skin and hangs from the woven tapestry of vines arching over the bed.
A grin touches my lips as I notice the sheer drapes falling from the grand posts I know hadn’t been there the last time I saw the bed.
Vaelith.
I turn to find him, fingers extended, but closing into an ocean of cold satin. My head lifts and I scan the space, the columns of still trees growing throughout the room. But there’s no sign of the devil I’m hopelessly in love with.
My hair is damp, I note, running my fingers through the strands, pushing them back from my face. My skin feels soft, smooth like the time I went to the spa with Mom. My guess is Vaelith washed me and the image of him squeezed into a bathtub, cradling me to his chest and washing me has my heart skipping.
It’s not the first time he’s done so after a long, hard — no pun intended — session of him and my boys exhausting me. The in-ground tub constructed from the very earth itself was specifically designed to hold us both comfortably. But he’s always so gentle when—
I bolt straight up.
I remember.
I remember everything.
