"Please," I whimper, not sure what I'm begging for. More, less, harder, softer, everything all at once.
She understands anyway, adjusting her angle until she's hitting that spot inside me that makes my toes curl. My desperate cries echo through the room, and I don't even care who might hear. Let the whole castle know how thoroughly my mates are taking me apart.
The second orgasm builds faster than the first, climbing toward an impossible peak. Alessia's hand finds my breast again, rolling the nipple between her fingers, and that's all it takes. I shatter completely, pleasure crashing through me in waves so intense I can't breathe. I scream Zara's name, my body clenching around the silicone as she continues to move through my release.
When I finally come back to myself, Zara is withdrawing carefully, her expression full of satisfaction. She removes the harness and sets it aside, then pulls me into her arms. I curlinto her chest, completely boneless, my body humming with satisfaction.
"That was beautiful," Alessia says, her voice thick with emotion and arousal. "Watching you come apart like that was the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."
Zara's hand strokes down my back, soothing and grounding. "You did so well, sweet girl. Took everything we gave you perfectly."
I'm barely coherent, floating in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss. Solace pulls me gently from Zara's arms into her lap, and I go willingly. She cradles me against her chest, her familiar scent wrapping around me as her hands continue to fondle and caress me, keeping my body warm and wanting even through the exhaustion.
"Watch," Solace murmurs in my ear, turning my head toward where Alessia and Zara are positioning themselves. "Watch your Alphas together."
Zara has donned the harness again, and Alessia is already flushed with anticipation. They move together with obvious familiarity, years of love and desire evident in every touch. Zara kisses Alessia deeply, possessively, and Alessia melts into it with complete trust.
"I love watching them," Solace says softly, her lips moving against my neck. "The way they love each other so completely. And now they love you too. We all do."
Zara positions Alessia on her hands and knees, and the sight makes heat pool in my belly despite my exhaustion. Alessia is gorgeous like this, her blonde hair falling around her face, her body curved in offering. Zara's hands stroke down her spine, reverent and possessive all at once.
And then she's entering her wife with the same care she showed me. Alessia pushes out a low moan, pleasure evident in every line of her body. Zara sets a rhythm that's faster than whatshe used with me, clearly knowing exactly what her wife needs. They move together like they're dancing, perfectly synchronized, each knowing what the other wants without words.
Solace's hands continue their exploration of my body, keeping me aroused and present. She kisses down my neck, sucking gently at the pulse point, and I shiver. "You're so perfect in my arms," she whispers. "Always have been. Always will be."
I watch Alessia and Zara together, mesmerized by their passion. Alessia's cries fill the room and I can see the moment she gets close. Her back arches more, her hands fisting in the sheets, her whole body tensing.
"That's it," Zara encourages, her voice rough. "Come for me, love. Let me feel your magic."
Alessia comes apart with a scream, her magic exploding outward in a burst of orange and red flames that don't burn. It swirls through the air, mixing with the golden threads of my magic that are still present, creating a light show that's breathtaking. The scents in the room intensify, sweet and spicy and perfect, all of us mingling together.
The sight and sounds and scents push me over the edge. I feel myself falling apart again, this time in Solace's lap, my body trembling as another orgasm washes through me. It's smaller than the others, gentler, but no less satisfying. Solace holds me through it, murmuring praise and love in my ear.
Zara looks over at us, still moving inside of Alessia, drawing out her wife's pleasure, but her attention is on Solace now. "I can't wait to watch you fall apart as well," she says to Solace, her voice full of promise. "To see you come undone under my hands and mouth. You're going to be beautiful when you break."
"I would love to see that," I manage to say, my voice slurred. "Yes, please. I want to watch Solace get everything she deserves."
Giggles and breathless laughter fill the room. "You're all going to be the death of me, princess," Solace says, but there's no complaint in her voice.
"What a way to go," I murmur, snuggling deeper into her embrace.
Alessia collapses onto the bed, completely spent as Zara removes the harness to curl around her wife. They exchange soft kisses, sweet words too quiet for me to hear, their love evident in every gesture. Then Zara reaches out, pulling Solace and me closer until we're all tangled together in a pile of satisfied, exhausted bodies.
"Perfect," Alessia sighs. "This is absolutely perfect."
And she's right. Despite everything, despite the complicated history and our uncertain future, this moment is perfect. The four of us together, satisfied and content, building something beautiful out of chaos.
This is what home feels like.
Kaia
I've never felt more loved and touched than I did yesterday, my body lazy and stretched out in the best possible way. I didn't have to be a proper princess, didn't have to maintain perfect posture or hide my desires or pretend to be something I'm not. I just let the magic flow through me, soothing my aching bones and satisfied muscles, basking in the attention of my mates. But now it's time for the most daunting part of draconian traditions, being shown to the people of Embrath as their future queen.
I'm standing in a deep blue gown that Alessia selected for me this morning, the fabric soft and flowing in a way that's nothing like the restrictive court dresses I wore in Valoria. The color reminds me of the ocean I've only seen in paintings. I smoothit down several times, my hands shaking slightly as I stand just inside the door leading out to the courtyard. Through the heavy wood, I can hear the murmur of voices, hundreds of people gathered to witness this moment.
Solace is standing behind me, dressed in black as she prefers. The clothes feel like silk under my nervous fingers when I reach back to touch her arm for reassurance. She looks striking, fierce and beautiful, every inch the warrior she is. Her hand finds mine, squeezing gently.
"You've got this, princess," she murmurs. "Just be yourself. They'll love you."
