Chapter 69

The forest made me feel small.

Insignificant, with trees towering overhead and branches wide enough to block out the sun.

Some of this morning's stress slid off me like water from a leaf. I liked how I became too small to matter in this hidden glen, too insignificant to carry the weight of all those people's hopes and dreams.

"I found this place yesterday, but Zor and Raz wanted to scout it out to make sure it was safe." Tavion had the same look on his face he'd had for hours. A panicked kind of concern, his eyes never leaving me, searching for any sign of breakage.

"I'm fine," I told him again. "There was just a moment when everything crashed down on me. But that's over now."

Tavion didn't believe me for a second, but he let the lie go. Let me go, wandering around the private glade, perfect to every last detail as if the forest had crafted this place just for us, complete with a warm, bubbling spring, moss covering everything in soft, green waves, and bright blue butterflies basking in the dappled sunlight.

I was still in my dress—Martine's creation—my hair loose, and I kicked off my slippers, working my toes down into the spongy moss, magic tickling my soles.

Tavion's hands curled over my shoulders and began to rub, thumbs digging into sore, tired muscles. "It occurred to us that you have not truly rested in a very long time. That we have neglected our princess and have not properly seen to her needs."

"It's not a problem…" The rest was lost in a sigh when Raz dropped to his knees before me, dark hair gleaming as he wrapped long, clever fingers around my ankle, lifted my foot, set it on his knee, and began massaging.

It was easy to get lost. To fall into the haze of sensation. To let their hands peel away the fear and insecurity and panic and replace them with pleasure. To make me feel treasured and loved.

I barely felt them lay me down, only knowing that I blinked and was staring up at leaves outlined against a blue sky. Only knowing how soft the moss was beneath me and how warm Raz's lips were pressed against the inside of my ankle. Another sigh, this one edged with a moan, slipped out when Tavion pressed his hand over my flat belly, his lips skating down the side of my throat until his tongue dipped into the hollow of my collarbone.

By the time Raz's lips reached the inside of my knee, I was breathless.

When he rucked my dress up around my hips and stopped, fingers digging into my thighs, I couldn't help my smile, because I knew what he'd just realized.

"Martine made the dress special for today, but since Tavion burned all the clothing in my old room, I'm afraid I have no knickers. Sorry."

My husband's green eyes danced as he pulled the dress higher, baring me for Raz. "I did us all a favor, don't you think?" Raz's dark eyes turned liquid, his face hardening into planes of desire, the air as warm on my belly as Tavion's palm had been just a minute ago.

"Do you want to taste her?" Tavion's voice was a rough rasp. "Gods, she smells so fucking sweet, if you don't, I will." He licked his lips, one finger tracing the outline of my nipple through the dress. "Are you wet for us, princess?"

I writhed, the moss tickling my bare arse. "Yes."

A shadow fell over me, blocking out the sun. Zor stared down hungrily, and everything inside me went a little tauter. The flash of awkwardness passed when he fell to his knees, face rapturous, mouth slightly open.

"Raz is going to make you feel so good, Anaria." Tavion traced a circle around my other nipple and my body surged up to meet his touch. "You're going to coat his tongue with your juices." He tugged the end of my laces, the bow unknotting.

"Do you want me or Zor in your mouth while he's pleasuring you?" His fingers worked between the ribbons until my dress fell open, the play of warm sun and cold shadow playing across my bare breasts.

"Both," I told him without hesitation. "Where is Tristan? He should…" I swallowed, not sure what I was asking. What I was allowed to ask for. It was up to Tristan, after all, if he wanted to be part of this.

"We told him to meet us here, princess."

Raz dragged his shirt over his head and toed off his boots before he settled back between my thighs. "But today is about you. Our beautiful, gorgeous queen. We are here to serve you, to make you feel so good you forget everything except how much we love you."

"How much we worship you," Zor murmured, hands braced on his thighs as he knelt beside me, eyes roving over me with needy intent, teeth biting his bottom lip as if it took everything he had to hold himself back from unleashing himself on me.

"Kiss me," I told him, watching the pulse pound at the base of his throat, his fingers tightening where they gripped his strong thighs. "Kiss me, Zor. Let me taste you." He was always so quiet in his love, so deliberate, careful, even, as if he planned every move out ahead of time.

"Don't think." I smiled up at him. "Just kiss me."

Some of that careful deliberation fell away when he bent over me, sweeping his hand behind my head, my fingers twining behind his neck and threading through his silky hair. He kissed me like he was waging war, like my lips were a battlefield he would lay to waste.

A deadly, powerful male filled with pent-up, smoldering yearning.

Zor tasted of thunder and power and cloves, his tongue sliding silkily against mine, the cords of his powerful neck moving and flexing beneath my fingers. So much strength, so much anger, so much rage.

He was, after all, the god of war, and I couldn't wait for him to leave me in ruins.

Then Raziel moved under me, lifting my legs over his shoulders, one hand cupping my arse, the other spreading me wide for the first lick of his tongue. And that first lick sent a shiver straight through me, especially paired with his pleased hum at finding me so wet.

"Look at you." Tavion stroked my breast, then his mouth was fixed on my nipple, tugging and teasing and flicking that tight nub with his tongue, biting with his teeth, soothing with soft lips. His other hand slid down, opening me wider for Raz, who flattened his tongue against my tender, swollen flesh, my bones aching at how slowly he dragged it up through my folds, that humming purr vibrating against me.

"Does that feel good, wife?" Tavion's tone was pure, dominant male, but the words, the fact he was willing to share me so willingly sent goosebumps springing up all over me. I didn't know why this secret, illicit thrill went through me, but then he pushed, "Answer me. Don't leave poor Raz waiting."

Zor broke our kiss, his smile twisting into something deliciously wicked. "Answer your husband, princess. Tell him if you feel good, or if we should do a better job at pleasing you."

"Yes. Good. Amazing." My flushed body was heavy, blood thundering through my veins, my pussy, my nipples. My skin was too tight with their hands and lips everywhere leaving wet, molten trails. They made carnal male sounds, greedy and hungry and demanding.

We were still playing and I was already close, a wave of fire crackling deep inside me just waiting for the right spark to make me explode. It was so fucking close, but I needed more than fingers and tongues. More than soft brushes of their lips.

I needed hard male flesh.

I writhed like a goddess on that bed of soft moss in that secret glade. Writhed between the males I loved until the air smelled of sex and crushed leaves, until I thought I would explode, the sunlight dancing patterns on the backs of my eyelids, everything slipping away except the sheer perfection of this moment.

"Tavion. Our queen is ready."

I blinked my way out of my hazy stupor. That was Raziel.

"She's ready for you. Wet. Fucking swollen." I looked between my legs and Raz had rocked back on his heels, the same dazed look on his face that I probably had on mine, his lips wet from my juices, his pupils huge. He unwrapped himself from my legs, pressed a gentle kiss to each knee, then shuffled back, his erection tenting the front of his trousers before he ripped them off.

I couldn't help it; I licked my lips and smiled when he groaned. "Fuck, Anaria, you're driving me mad." His swollen cock was red, veins throbbing along the hard length, and I could not wait to feel him inside me or taste him.

Or both.

Then Tavion caged me between his powerful arms, blocking out the trees, the forest, wrapping me with the scent of icy windswept mountains and pine sap. He didn't smile when he dragged the head of his cock through my folds. There was a flash of dark, feral brightness in his eyes when he paused then drove himself into me in one thrust.

I purred when he curled his hips against mine, dragging his cock along my tight walls. "Are you okay? Is this okay?" There was enough of an undercurrent of doubt I reached up, dragging my fingers down his face.

"Yes, husband. This is what I want. All of you. Together."

I knew Raz and Zor watched, barely breathing. Knew exactly where they were—Raz to my right, Zor to my left stroking his cock, gaze pinned on me—like we were all intrinsically bound together on some deeper level.

And somewhere far off, beyond Raz, beyond the trees, was Tristan.

Not here with us.

Tavion pulled back then speared into me again, dropping his head to taste my lips, wet and parted. "My wife. Mine." There was enough of a wolfish snarl to the claim, I knew they were only partially his.

"Yours, husband." I tilted my hips up to take more of him, his eyes darkening with sensual promise, his body trembling as he withdrew then slid back in, my eyelids fluttering at the invasion. "Please. More."

"You feel like silk on my cock, Anaria."

"And you fill me up so perfectly. But I need more."

Tavion kissed the end of my nose. "Then you shall have more, my queen." He pulled out so suddenly my core ached with emptiness, but then rolled and dragged me back on top of him, split my thighs, and was inside me again, deeper this time, his blunt tip pressing against my womb.

"Gods." I threw my head back, bracing my hands on his chest as I adjusted to the delicious change in pressure. "That's…" I gave my hips an experimental swirl. "That feels so good."

I crooked my finger at Zor. "Come here. I want to taste you." I don't know if the magic in the forest was feeding my wildness, but out here I felt unfettered, wanton, like nothing was holding me back.

He stepped closer, winding my hair around his hand until it pulled tight against my scalp. "I've been wanting to do this all fucking day. Fantasizing about your hair wrapped around my fist, those wet lips around my cock."

"Then do it." I grinned in a dare and moaned when he pushed in, salty and musky and powerful as he took my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, swirling his thumb against my cheek when I swallowed, just before he pulled out then fed himself into me again, making me take every glorious inch.

Tavion matched Zor's thrusts, hips swiveling, fingers digging into my thighs so deeply they'd leave bruises, and I wanted this. I wanted their marks. I wanted to look at my body tomorrow and know I belonged to them like they belonged to me, and then everything got snarled together in the slide of hard cocks working in and out of my body in long, deep, velvety slides.

Tavion's arm wrapped around my lower back, tilting my hips down and forward, which only gave him better access to fuck up into me. "It's Raz's turn to make you feel good. Is that what you want?" I nodded, my tongue teasing the edge of Zor's crown, pulling hungry little grunts out of him that I couldn't get enough of.

Raziel's lips closed over the back of my neck, his fingers dragging moisture up between my arse cheeks, swirling and prodding, one finger sliding in to the knuckle. I groaned around Zor, fucking groaned, the invasion tipping me over the edge as my orgasm broke free—the explosion rippling through my womb, quaking through my flesh like thunder.

"Fucking gods." Beneath me, Tavion's eyes rolled back as he drove himself up into me and Raz added another finger, sending a fresh burst of electricity straight through me. My orgasm rolled on and on, like a tidal wave that wouldn't stop.

Another finger, more of Zor's thunder-clove taste in my mouth, Tavion pistoning relentlessly up into me, and I tumbled over and over, wondering if this would ever stop, praying that it wouldn't. Wishing I could stay up here, soaring on this magical high forever.

Then the tip of Raz's cock pressed against my tight hole, pushing in with that pinch of pain that made my nerve endings sing, and sliding in deeper and deeper until I was stuffed full. All three of them, I thought with a flush of pride.

All my males.

Not quite all, a little voice whispered, but then they began to move, finding a rhythm, clumsy at first, then just right, flesh sliding into me harder and deeper, another orgasm burning like wildfire right on the heels of the first, chasing me down like a rabbit.

I couldn't escape. This was meant to be.

All this pleasure. All this love. All of this…I imploded like a star in the galaxy, breath sawing in and out of my lungs, sweat dripping down my back as Raz slipped and slid against me, stretching me, filling me, him and Tavion moving together.

"Fuck, Anaria. Fuck." Zor cupped my chin before he spilled down my throat in hot, salty spurts, and I drank him down, tasting power and pleasure and vulnerability all wrapped into one, and then Raz was chanting my name, shuddering against me, his lips pressed to my shoulder.

Zor slid out of my mouth, a dazed, happy look on his face, and I licked my lips, picking up every last drop of him. Raz was crushed against my back, panting, running his lips over me like he couldn't touch me enough.

I reached down, linking my hands with Tavion.

"Tavion. Take your pleasure, my love." He blinked up at me with those sea green eyes, all Tavion, my husband, my wolf, my trusted friend, and I closed my eyes and smiled as he shuddered and shuddered and gave me everything.