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“Replace it with pleasure, Warlord? Should I fetch my brother?” Kellin whispered into my hair. “Would that please you, Rada?”

My stomach cramped. “I’m not sure I have that much time.” They pressed against me—Kellin behind, Goran in front—and for a moment, the world spun like I was launching into the sky or falling into a whirlpool. I closed my eyes and whimpered, squeezing my thighs together.

Most Omegas had issues with slick, copious amounts dripping like syrup from them when they were in heat, or close to it. Since my bargain with the Goddess, I hadn’t had anything like a torrent of the stuff, just normal arousal.

But I had a feeling if anything was going to make me drip with desire, it was these two males pressing against me. Holding me up, as if they could be the strength I needed.

“Maybe we can be,” Kellin whispered. My eyes flew open.

“You can hear me?”

“We both can, little queen,” Goran purred. “You’re speaking out loud.”

He lifted me up out of the water, and I cried out at the separation from the sea. Instantly, he set me down. I closed my eyes, hearing their murmurs.

“How do we?”

“Maybe if we…”

“Yes.”

And then they were there again, Goran pulling me on top of him in the shallowest part of the surf so that my back rested on his chest and my feet dangled off both sides of his hips into the water. Kellin hovered in front of me, kissing me sweetly, then voraciously, his tongue making silent promises that had me panting in seconds.

When he pulled back and spoke, shadows cloaking his face and his long dark hair streaming down his shoulders, he didn’t sound tired at all. “Twenty-eight?” he asked Goran, for some reason.

“Sounds like a good start,” Goran growled in my ear.

He moved the pelt that had been around my neck and shoulders until it felt like a nest for my upper body. I let my hands move to it, tucking bits of fur around me and imagining more. More pelts, more fabric, more pillows… even crushed blankets of snow.

Or maybe just more males. A nest woven of their limbs, all naked and bare, and enfolding me in bliss.

“A nest made of mates,” Goran chuckled darkly. “Not a bad idea. Next time we’ll add a few more, eh?”

I took a breath to answer just as Kellin dropped down my body, his hands gripping my thighs firmly and pulling them even wider before he ducked his head between them and began lapping at my core.

I shrieked without meaning to as my first orgasm spilled over me in seconds, like it had been waiting to erupt. Goran tsked, moving one hand over my mouth. “Shhhh, no screaming, ma bohinya. If you need to, bite my hand.” He groaned when I nipped him. “Even if you don’t need to.”

Kellin growled into my mound, then began nibbling and licking, showing that he remembered every single one of the things he’d learned about my body in Starlak. In the space of a few moments, I could feel the familiar coiling of pressure inside, and the glorious sensation numbed everything else. There was no pain from Lusca, no fear about what lay ahead. There was a small flare of cold as the pleasure crested and I came again, a rush of slick flooding Kellin’s face.

I would have been embarrassed if Goran hadn’t cursed, “Lucky fuck. I want that next.”

“Not until I’m done,” Kellin murmured, sucking at my clit and thrusting two long fingers inside me at the same time. The sensation was just on this side of painful, and made me beg for more.

My body became an instrument that responded to his playing. The sky itself seemed to shimmer as I threw my head back, screaming into Goran’s hand as the climaxes began to tumble over one another, each one as strong as the last. Time and space faded, until all I knew was this moment with my mate beneath me, sharing in my pleasure, his hand moving over his cock as I came, and my mate-to-be skillfully driving me to peak after peak.

I could feel his joy in the pelt around my shoulders. I could see it when, finally, he slid back up over my body and stroked my face with his hand. “Twenty-eight,” he whispered. His face was still shadowed, but the thread of pain in his voice sent a sliver of regret through me.

“You are worthy.” I grabbed his hand before he could pull away. “You are mine. I take you, Prince Kellin of the Southern Seas, my true mate, my soulmate, to be mine from now until the end of our lives. No matter how long or short that may be.” I repeated my claim two more times, then swallowed, hoping I hadn’t misjudged his heart. “Will you accept my claim?”

For a moment, the silence stretched wide like an invisible jaw. A hysterical giggle rose up as I remembered our first conversation in Drakonspear when I was still a girl. I reached for his mouth and stroked his soft lips with my calloused fingertips.

“Not again. Rat got your tongue?” He made a choking sound, and I teased him again. “You don’t like me? And here I was hoping you’d fuck me and bite me. Make an honest Omega of me, as they say.” Goran’s chest heaved with laughter beneath me.

I almost expected Kellin to say no, as he had back then. But in the next instant, he groaned, “I love you, my queen. I may not deserve you, but I love you more than life.”

I bit down on his hand, my teeth marking him at the web of his thumb and forefinger, making what I knew would be a crescent like the moon on each side of his hand.

Then he was holding me, the head of his cock pressing at my core. For a moment he held still, feeling the entrance there still closed.