55. Naomi

Naomi

Sea was the True King, but for some reason, that night, it was decided that Wild would get to sleep beside me in the big bed while Aidan and Sea would switch out on a rotating basis, starting with Sea.

However, Aidan gave me a goodbye kiss that went on for hours as each king took their turn, in Sea's words, "ensuring that you're well tired for a good night of sleep."

By Day 3 of our heat moon, I became used to falling asleep "dirty" in the bed I shared with Wild and either Aidan or Sea.

Wild maintained his promise to keep the mute button on his side of the bond pressed. But in the wee hours of Day 4, I discovered he couldn't control his dreams.

His extremely erotic dreams.

I immediately regretted being a stomach sleeper when I woke up from a dead sleep with a wet spot of desire pooling beneath my drenched sex .

But that regret faded away when Wild's body covered mine. Folding an arm underneath my neck for leverage, he lazily rocked into me in a way that rubbed my magic button into the slick, wet spot until I came in a blaze of fire, biting into his arm to keep from screaming.

I shouldn't have bothered. Doing my best to stay quiet didn't keep Sea from waking up.

As soon as Wild rolled off of me, the True King pulled me on top of him like a queen blanket.

"I woke up to your mind screaming over the mate bond." He answered my unspoken question… before using Wild's cum load to slide me down his hardened sex.

His bond was open too, so we each got to mind moan together as he slid me up and down his rigid length until we both came — him for the first time and me for a glorious second…

… that turned into a glorious third when I woke up to Aidan between my legs, holding me open for his feasting tongue while he stroked his rock-hard erection with the other.

Yes, Aidan had definitely grown accustomed to sharing.

When Wild's dreams woke us again in the wee hours of Day 5, I didn't bother keeping it down and could feel Aidan's hooded stare as Wild rutted me with one leg folded under mine like a tree lizard.

But Aidan wasn't Sea.

Instead of quietly taking his turn, he shifted me on my side to face Wild and hooked one of my legs over his arm. Presenting his fellow king with a lewd picture as he stroked into me without even having to line up.

"Payback," he informed the both of us over the bond as he smeared Wild's spend all over my greedy little clit while moving inside of me.

Needless to say, watching me orgasm with my body full open on another king's dick woke Wild up.

"Get the lube. It's my turn," Wild growled, though Aidan still hadn't come.

I didn't grasp the meaning, but Aidan did. He withdrew and rolled over to fetch the bottle of lube, which he'd apparently stashed in the nightstand drawer.

With a lazy flip of his hand, he tossed it to Wild, then turned me over to gather me close so that my breasts were fully smushed into his chest as he slid back inside of me.

When he hooked my leg over his body this time, it was for a completely different reason.

Wild was bigger than Aidan, and I whimpered when he entered me from behind.

His turn.

But, I quickly got used to the sensation of being filled by the two kings who used to full-out hate each other.

"Mmm!" It felt like being fed the most decadent midnight snack, and I turned my head back and forth to sleepily kiss both of them while they moved inside of me in perfect synchronization.

Sadly, my mind couldn't keep up with my lustful body. I passed out with both of them still hard inside of me…

… and woke up to Sea carrying me to the shower to make things "fair."

And by fair, he meant reclaiming me from behind while he held the new detachable showerhead Aidan had installed directly over my sex.

"Let me clean this dirty gash," he offered without any judgement at all in his teasing voice.

Joke was on him, a new orgasm rumbled through me, which, oops, only made it dirtier.

By Day 6, I learned that the only way to truly get clean was to soak my aching body in a bath. Alone.

"But how will we handle everything after it's time to leave this house?" I asked over another late breakfast.

A flicker of anxiety stirred in the pit of my stomach. This extremely intimate connection was amazing now, but what about when we were out in the real world? Could we truly return to normal life after this?

"Even with Wild's side of the bond turned off, this is completely crazy, and we can't keep these kinds of hours when the heat moon is done, right?"

An exchanged look between the three Irish Kings.

Over the course of our heat moon, we'd had many more important mealtime conversations, including how to handle the Scottish Wolves and my sister.

But "the story for another time" and most everything else was pushed to after the heat moon.

The other brides and I would send letters to the Scottish kingdom and our families in Canada with assurances that we were better than okay after the heat moon.

We would consult with Astrid and discuss living arrangements for what could possibly become our family of seven after the heat moon.

How did same-sex she-wolf relationships work in terms of heat?

"Ah, well, you'll have to ask Astrid and Frey about that after the heat moon," Sea answered.

My duties as queen of all three kingdoms of the Irish Wolves? We'd go over that after the heat moon.

"I've plenty of resources to fund your physics degree," Aidan assured me on Day 7.

It was just after dinner, and Sea was washing the dishes while Wild took his nightly long run around the lake.

The Nature King was one of Wild's many alternate titles for a reason. He was used to spending most of his time outside — often in wolf form.

But wolf biology was set up so that neither she-wolves nor their mates could shift until she gave birth — the fact that he couldn't was yet another sign that we probably had triplets on the way.

Wild never once complained about this to me. But according to Sea, a three-hour naked run around the entire lake was the Nature King's only way to deal with the frustration of not being able to access his wolf until I gave birth.

And Sea often used the break to catch up with his uncle in the secret kingdom and deal with any issues there.

This left ample time for Aidan and me to get to know each other. By Day 7, we'd fallen into the habit of cuddling on the couch, either talking about city life in Dublin or watching random shows on a large, bulbous standing television that Aidan assured me "had to be made before either of us were born. "

That night, the subject of my physics degree came up while we were cozily settled on the couch, with me reclining against his chest, resting comfortably between his legs.

With three babies on the way, I figured that dream was dead. Strangely, I wasn't as upset as I thought I'd be about it. How was I already so ready to leave that part of my life behind? I fretted my lip. Was this just the heat moon fogging up my sense of reality?

"We can absolutely make your dream of further education work," Aidan insisted, mistaking the reason for my sudden spike of worry over the mate bond.

Could I really juggle being a queen, raising triplets, and going back to school? It sounded impossible. But with Aidan's confidence — and the promise of help — I asked, "Do you seriously think a degree is still within my reach?"

"I promise you, it is," he answered, turning me over in his arms to face him. "It would just be different from what you had planned. And in Ireland. With loads of hired help. But we'll get into that…"

"After the heat moon," I finished for him with a laughing roll of my eyes.

That soon turned into kissing of a nature that brought Sea into the room.

"A bit early," he noted, even as he gamely pulled off his borrowed t-shirt with one hand.

Then, lo and behold, Wild returned early from his run because "I could feel what ye three were getting up to even from kilometers away."

But instead of removing his clothes, he just leaned back against the fireplace and observed the three of us making out with hooded eyes, "Feels like just as grand an eve as any for a long overdue spit roast lesson. Might as well get started on Sea, beauty — eat the frog and all that."

My years of having not a clue what spit roast meant outside of the actual cooking of animals ended that evening.

Wild's version of a "grand" spit roast involved including actually spitting and lots of licking, along with darkly patient lessons about how to control my gag reflex as Aidan moved into me from behind while I ran both hands up and down Sea's length and stretched my lips over his giant length while sucking him into my throat as far as he could go.

"Good, good," Wild said when my eyes watered. "As pretty as this look is on her, release yer load so that ye can teach her how to swallow."

The first lesson was hard — all puns intended — and a bit of a choking hazard.

"I do believe she'll need more practice to take on all three of us and make my vision come true," Sea said after the three of us had collapsed on the couch. "Shall we extend the heat moon another week to the full moon?"

The vote was unanimous.

And the three kings made sure I got plenty of practice as another week passed in a blissful thrall of sex, food, two extra naps a day for me, funny, intimate conversations that made me forget that I hadn't known these three males all my life, and most importantly for my poor, overworked body, long soaks in the bath.

I'd even gotten used to the 24/7 nudity — at least on my part. None of what we were doing would be sanctioned by the W?lfennite version of the Big Book, but I couldn't help but feel that I had somehow stumbled into the Garden of Eden .

I was shocked, coming down to dinner on Day 13, to find all three males waiting for me fully dressed at the bottom of the stairs. They wore long robes adorned with strange symbols and belted at the waist with golden braids. Each robe was a different color: Wild's was green, Aidan's was gold, and Sea's was the same off-white as the shorter tunics they'd worn at Amanda's wedding. In their hands, they held lit candles.

"What's going on?" I asked, slowing on the steps.

"We've an outfit for you, too," Sea answered, falling into his usual role of speaking for all three kings.

He handed his candle to Aidan and held up a long tunic that I hadn't noticed slung over his arm. Unlike theirs, though, it was plain and the same kind of natural blue that we used to make the fabric for our W?lfennite dresses.

Unlike those hand-sewn dresses, this one struck me as ancient. It vibrated with a history I hadn't heard yet but somehow knew.

Especially when Sea said, "Mairinua, it is the full moon. Will you come with us?"