Page 97 of Kingdom of Aramis

“Come for me, my queen,” he commands, and just like that, I shatter. Pleasure ignites my nerve endings, and my body caves to his demands. Like a lightning bolt to my soul, a hurricane of sensations washes through me. I arch my back and scream as he continues to pound into me. I feel his teeth on my neck as he bites down again, triggering another release.

Feels so fucking good. Can’t hold on any longer,echoes in my mind, and my eyes snap open in shock. Before I can mention hearing him inside my head, my creature’s energy forces its way forward, and I shout in pain as my mouth reshapes. Just as Liam groans, and I feel him fill my pussy with his cum, I bite down into the straining tendons of his neck, drawing blood. He shouts again and pulls back, thrusting two more times. More warm ropes of heat fill my core until I feel it drip down the inside of my leg. I lick at the wound on his neck, his blood salty and flavorsome against my tongue, feeling smug and satisfied before my jaw reforms into its normal shape. I focus on what I just did. There is now a large bite mark on his neck, allowing no one to mistake that this man is mated.

“My mate,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to each of my cheeks before resting his forehead against mine. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He looks down at the mark on my neck, running a finger over it, and I shiver at the sensation.

“No, it felt good,” I tell him, and he smirks before sliding off me and gathering me in his arms, pulling me closer.

“I like seeing my mark on your neck,” he tells me, and I roll my eyes.

“I’m pretty happy with mine on yours too, but I’m not sure if there’s going to be enough room for all eight of you to mark me.”

He frowns. “I don’t know how mer or fairies mate, but I don’t think it’s through a bite. They should be able to tell you. As for Gem, he will mate you by marking you with his fire, so really you only need to worry about five bite marks, and that will make a pretty little necklace for our queen to wear.” He sounds smug as shit, and I guess I know how he feels. The mark on his neck is way bigger than I thought it would be, but we are possessive of him and will kill anyone who tries to touch our mates. It’s actually a big fuck you to Gianna, and I’m adult enough to admit it.

I’m snuggled into Liam’s side, my mind lazy with an amazing after sex glow. His finger runs up and down my spine as we talk for a while, getting to know one another.

“What’s your favorite thing to make at the bakery?” he asks, his finger sliding down to trace the bite mark I have on my hip. It’s all healed now, and I shiver with a wave of need as he touches it.

“I really like the new marshmallows I just added to the menu.” I sigh, knowing I’ll never go back to the bakery. I haven’t told him what the goddess said to me about me being the lastchosen human. I’m waiting until everyone is together to break that news to them.

“You feel disappointed and sad,” he says as he lifts a hand to his chest and presses down, like he can feel my sadness.

“Can you feel that?” I ask, pulling out of his arms and sitting up. His gaze drops to my breasts. “Hey, eyes up here.” I point to my own, and when he lifts his gaze, he’s smirking, and his eyes twinkle with laughter.

“Babe, you can’t blame a guy for being distracted by such a lovely sight.” I roll my eyes, and his smirk falls away as he sits up, turning serious. “Yeah, I can feel your sadness. If you concentrate, you can probably tell how I’m feeling as well.”

I turn my attention inward, and I feel my animal inside me. While I’m in human form, they all seem to feel the same, unlike when I was in my bear form and it stood out against the others. Next to the shifter magic is a feeling of complete and utter contentment and love. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Sure, I know Granny and Grampy love me, and they’ve always shown me how they feel, but this is something different. It’s pure acceptance in its rawest form, and it feels amazing.

“Wow,” I sigh, but then I frown. “Will I be able to feel all of you? That could become overwhelming.”

“To start with, you might.” He reaches out and rubs my thigh, his calluses scratching slightly. “But soon you won’t even notice, and only extreme emotions will filter through.”

“I’m not worried. It’s nice,” I tell him, grabbing his hand from my thigh and giving it a squeeze.

“Why do you feel so sad?” he asks, sounding worried. “I thought you wanted this.” He gestures between the two of us with the hand I’m not holding.

“Oh, I do,” I assure him quickly, “but I’m going to miss my bakery.”

He gathers me in his arms and drags me down to the bed, and I feel his relief. “I’m sure once we get settled into our new roles, you will be able to go back there from time to time, and have you seen the kitchen in the palace? I swear it’s a chef’s dream.”

“I don’t want to step on any toes by asking if I can use it,” I explain, and he scoffs, the breath of air lifting a strand of hair that tickles my face.

“You’re the queen, they can’t tell you no.” His tone leaves no room for argument, so I’ll accept it for now.

Liam suddenly grows tense, tightening his hold on me, and a rumble comes from his chest. “What do you want?” he asks loudly, and when I turn my head, my eyes widen, and my heartbeat increases at the sight of the dripping wet white tiger who is stalking into the room. He pauses when he sees the two of us wrapped around one another.

He shakes his body, and drops of water fill the air around him, then he starts running.

“No, not on the bed!” Liam shouts, releasing me and jolting upright. He holds his hands out to stop the tiger, but it’s too late. He takes a running leap and flies through the air, landing on the end of the bed, and stares down at me.

“Fucking hell, Gryff. Now you’ve soaked the sheets and are getting cat hair all over them, you asshole,” Liam grumbles with disgust as the cat sits down on his haunches and then lowers even further, still staring at me as he rests his head on his paws. He doesn’t even blink as he stares at me with those deep, ocean blue eyes that stand out against his white fur.

“Hi.” I tentatively reach out, remembering how cuddly this cat was when I was in the stables the other night. I should feel self-conscious, since I’m naked and have Liam’s cum still dripping down my inner thigh, but I don’t. His gaze is hot andheavy, and there isn’t one glimmer of disgust or aggression in his eyes.

He must think I’m taking too long to touch him, because he shuffles forward and butts his head against my hand, chuffing when I scratch behind his ear.

“Fucking needy cat,” Liam grumbles, but when I look at him, although he’s frowning, his eyes are smiling like he’s trying to stop himself from laughing. The cat’s tongue darts out, and then he scoots even closer to me, his head just about in my naked lap, but before I can push him, his tongue darts out, and he catches our combined release, which he eagerly licks up before moving toward my pussy. My eyes widen with panic, and I push his head away, but a hand comes out and smacks him on the nose.

“Bad kitty. Your tongue will strip Colbie’s pussy, and then no one will be playing with it,” Liam scolds the tiger who snarls at him, but he sinks back onto his haunches.