Page 111 of Those That Defy the Realm

“Make me yours too,” she tells me, exposing her neck to me once more, Henry’s marks now sealed pink lines.

“As long as you remember I’m yours, always yours,” I remind her of the sentiment I have used ever since she expressed a fear over my dominance. Of course she is mine, nothing and no one will harm her while I’m around. But she gives the orders, she sets the pace and she makes all the rules. I may be trying to rewrite history so we can live in peace on the same soil but it’s all at her command.

It’s easier than I thought it might be to bring my fangs into this form. I lean down, kissing her neck as I go, putting my lips to the spot Henry just claimed. It sends a shiver down Claire’s spine that I feel with how she’s pressed against me.

Closing my jaw over the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder, I bite with just enough force to break the skin. I don’t need a vein like the vampires do, instead opting for the meatier bit of flesh where I can draw her scent into my body along with a drop of her blood.

Henry chooses this moment to thrust upwards, igniting my entire body in sensation. Claire’s too, from the scream that breaks free of her lips. The taste of her blood, the scent of her all around me, and the stimulation to my cock buried deep inside her along with my male is all too much.

Breaking the contact on her skin, I seal the wound with my lips as best am I’m capable of as I push my hips against Claire’s ass. The overwhelming pleasure has my dick thickening before it pulses with the release that barrels into me. It hits so hard that I forget my own name, where we are, or any of the shit we’ve been through.

“Give me your wrist, Ash.” Henry cuts through the thick haze flooding my brain on the ebb of the most intense orgasm of my life.

I move my hand in the vague direction of his voice, my vision white around the edges.

“Can I have your neck?” Claire’s voice brings me back to reality another step. She leans as far as she can to the side without pulling off us, and twists so she can bring her lips to my neck as I curl around her small frame.

They sink their teeth into me in perfect unison, twin sharp scratches to my skin, two points of extended euphoria. Henry once told me that being bitten during sex was a high like no other. He’s correct. I’m going to have to start eating a lot more iron because I want them to do this often.

Feeding my mates fills my heart with a satisfaction I cannot describe. My entire chest heats as a sense of forever settles over me. I can already feel my bond to Claire solidifying. And my wolf rolls over and lets them take what they need from me.

“I love you both, so, so much.” The words come out choked as I struggle to contain my emotions.

Easing myself back, I pull out of Claire, expecting her to bring our mate to completion, but instead she eases off of him as well. “Sorry, I’m a little sore. I can use my hand,” she says, going to wrap her fist around Henry’s shaft.

“No, let me,” I tell her. Moving close and replacing my hand with hers.

“Please, I’m right on the edge here,” Henry’s voice is strained.

Wrapping him tightly in my fingers, I lean down and kiss his glistening lips. Whether from the blood or his venom, they glisten in the low light and taste even better than they look.

Claire stretches out on Henry’s other side, playing with his nipples and suckling on his neck, on the exact spot that turns him to putty.

“Are you going to cum for me, Henry? I need to taste your blood,” she whispers between kisses.

I pump him harder, faster, twisting my wrist a little on each up stroke. He’s slick from where he was buried inside our female, and the scent of it mixed with his precum hits my nostrils and makes my own tired cock give a valiant twitch.

“Give it to me Henry, I want to make you mine as well,” I growl, nipping at his earlobe.

It throws him over the edge, hot streaks of cum firing from his dick, coating my hand and his abs. “Holy fuck, fucking gods,” he moans.

His words get cut off as Claire sinks her new fangs into the side of his neck. More cum erupts from his cock as the second wave of pleasure washes over his body. I slow my hand but keep slicking it up and down his shaft as I, too, move to taste him. This time I choose his pec, just above his heart. Biting down, the taste of Henry’s blood floods my system and completes our mating bond.

It’s a long time before any of us move but we eventually surface, our souls rewritten and intrinsically woven together. We find a little half bathroom attached to the suite, so we’re able to freshen up somewhat before returning to the bed.

It would probably be wise to go above deck and see what’s happening but with the engines humming and the noise from others on board at a minimum, we assume everything is fine and that we’re sailing back towards Froan. Someone would come and get us if we were needed.

Instead, Henry and I cocoon Claire between us, keeping our fingers linked over her naked body, and we sleep tangled together, letting the new bonds take root.

They’re my mates. At last.

EPILOGUE - CLAIRE

3 WEEKS LATER

Reaching the end of the chapter, I look up from where I’m curled up on a chair, snuggled in woollen blankets and reading Henry’s novel, to look at my sleeping mates. They lay tangled together in the sheets of our bed in the cabin. Their soft snores are a peaceful lullaby filling the room.

Already, it feels right saying things like our bed, our cabin—that was just Ash’s a few months ago. My lips pull into a smile just because I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found them.