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They grunted. Someone cursed. Lex snorted. “Serak, did you just come?”

“No. That was Skadi. And Goran. Again.” Serak’s laugh was every bit as wicked as mine had been. “Warlord, stop thinking about how you can feel him. He’s not your Omega.”

Lachlan chuckled against my back. “Never say never.”

Goran’s cheeks went bright red, and I kissed him before he could get more flustered. “I can feel you both, too. Inside my heart, and I love it.”

I let go of Skadi’s throat for a moment. He’d come all over his stomach, and I ran my finger through the mess, lifting it to my mouth and sucking it clean, the wintergreen cold of it soothing my hot mouth. “Yum.”

SKADI

For some reason, the feeling of my little enemy’s hand on my throat was the most enticing feeling I’d ever known. Well, next to her warm, soft channel enfolding me as she came apart from my knots, and my tail in her back passage.

I didn’t need to breathe, of course. It was the audacity of her to threaten me so, even in play. She wasn’t the one who controlled the cold winds.

Don’t lie to yourself, Skadi, Lusca said, moving from his pillow to sit beside me. She controls us, our domains, our hearts. He pulled our mate to him, across my body. Every inch of her flesh that touched mine burned like a brand and seared me with unquenchable lust.

I let out a sound I’d never made before as Lusca kissed her passionately over me. Helpless. Desperate. I had a feeling it would get much worse before she unchained me… though I knew the chains weren’t what held me down. They were sunk into ice, my element. But the delicious feeling of it, of being under her power, excited me. I would not try to escape.

Yet.

Serak kneeled beside her, when she snarled for his cock. He provided it instantly, filling her mouth almost roughly. “More.” She scraped his thighs, her bare flesh rubbing my seed between us, her wetness spilling over me, creating a cold mess that smelled of us both.

We are all under her power, he whispered in my mind.

Brother, we are all her willing servants.

And then, a softer rumble: I understand. Now I feel it. She is the flame. She is the blade. She is the fire that heals.

And then it was gone. I chose not to speak of it. Serak was a good mate, and he’d grown strong enough to control and suppress the few faint remnants of my oldest brother that surfaced less often as time went on.

“Give her to me, brother,” I begged. “I need to feel her on me. Around me.”

“On him?” Lusca asked her.

She scraped her nails on my chest. “Definitely.” Then she pulled a blanket from the ice next to me and laid it over my chest, layering herself on top of it, her back to my chest.

“Perfect, beloved.” Lusca dropped down, entering her while I lay helpless beneath them. He fucked her like a rising tide, each thrust growing wilder, until the room rocked and swayed like we were on the ocean itself. Her beautiful face creased into an expression I wanted tattooed on my heart.

An expression I wanted to bring to those perfect features.

And yet, it was not my turn. Lusca released her and rolled away, and the Beta took his place. Though this time, my little spy kneeled between my chained legs and took me into her mouth as the Beta plowed her from behind. He murmured filthy, loving words with every thrust, his nimble fingers bringing her to her peak again and again.

As he finished, I strained against the chains, feeling them slip out of the ice the smallest bit. I needed to touch her, to wrap my arms around her.

“Not yet, Snowflake,” she whispered. “Kellin…”

The selkie who was now a king moved alongside her, tracing patterns I recognized as words, love poems in other languages, on her skin. “I could map the world and never find a country I wanted more to explore than you, Rada,” he whispered. “I love you.”

“As I love you,” she replied, her voice hazy with the heat she’d allowed to consume her. “Though I believe you owe me something.”

“What?”

“The traditional selkie mating ritual?” Her silver eyes darkened. “Wasn’t it twenty-eight climaxes for twenty-eight nights? I never got half of that, my king.”

“I would never leave a debt unpaid, little queen.” He moved down and began to trace her with his tongue, and a wave of bitterness swept through me. But then he lifted his head from her mound and winked at me. “The tradition never said I had to do it alone, though. Care to join in, ass god?”

“I would not break the chains she had put on me.”