7. Chapter Seven

Icackle, running up the stairs to the top floor. If only my mother could see me right now. She'd probably kick me out of Europa herself!

I'm barely winded as I make it to the training room, coaxing my essence to hide me from Casmir and Emrys's sight. I let them feel me through the bond, though, so I know they're close. Maybe another minute before they burst into the room.

Hm, where should I wait? My instinct is to find a dark corner, or spot behind equipment, but they'll be expecting that. No, I need to do something they will not predict. An idea lights my nerves, and I rush to the middle of the sparring mat, laying flat on my back. Here they can't see me, but my presence will taint the atmosphere of the entire room and confuse them. But if they decide to walk through my path, they will trip over my hidden body.

It's perfect.

Just as I rest my hands on my fluttering abdomen and stare at the stone ceiling, the door swings open. I bite my lip, trying so hard not to laugh as they walk in silently, looking as if they're on some kind of important mission. Their eyes sweep the room twice before Emrys chuckles, tilting his head back.

"She's using her essence," he mutters, not so quietly. "But she's here."

Cas purses his lips, an animalistic hunger crossing his features before he orders Emrys to block the doors. Not that it would keep me from leaving, but the heavy machine Em drags over would certainly slow me down.

That's fine. I don't plan on leaving here by myself. And certainly not before they fuck the brat out of me.

"You might as well show yourself, princess. We're going to find you eventually." The prince's voice is deep and threatening. I shiver, needing to scrunch my eyes closed at the over stimulation of my nerves. "The longer you make us look for you, the worse your punishment will be." The promise in his words has me clenching my thighs together.

I fucking love these males. I have never felt so light or free as I do with them. They make me come alive. Their souls awaken mine and they dance perfectly together.

But my love for them does not quell the desire to get under their skin. So I stay on the mat, only moving my head to watch them peruse the space. They each take a side, walking slowly as they use all of their senses to detect where I am. Even if I wasn't using my essence, the cover of darkness would still make this fun. The only light comes from the minuscule amount of moon showing through the clouds. I can barely make out their features, except for the outlines of their muscled bodies, and their eyes when the whites catch the moon's dimmed illumination.

"Love," Em taunts quietly. He walks a few feet behind my head, looking the opposite direction as if he believes I'll lunge out of the shadows. "I know you're here…the smell of your arousal is strong. I can practically fucking taste your sweetness on my tongue." He tenses, the bulge in his pants very obvious, even with how dark it is.

They search for several more minutes, saying everything they can think of to get me to break. Casmir even promised my punishment could be sitting on his face; I know he's lying, though. Unless he planned to hold me at the edge until I was begging for release.

I shudder at the thought. That would be quite the punishment…maybe I should just show myself?

My thoughts halt as the captain walks over the mat, right in my direction. I cover my mouth with a hand, staring up at his towering figure. He looks preternatural. He's a predator stalking his prey—needing to claim what is his.

That will happen sooner than he thinks, because he takes another step forward and catches my hip, stumbling his way onto the mat. I could immediately reveal myself, but I want to see what he does.

Pushing himself up to his knees, a feral smile claims his features. "I think I found our little bird, my prince." Cas's head whips around and he stalks over, stopping just next to me when Em holds up a hand. They both look down at me; I know they cannot see my trembling body, but it feels like they're peering right into my soul.

My stomach flips nonstop as I wait for their attack. Not one more moment passes before they're both lunging for me, eventually grasping my arms and holding them above my head. I go into a fit of giggles and release my magic. I laugh harder at their unwavering stares, my nerves tingling so much that it feels like I'm being tickled.

After a minute, I sigh heavily and look between my delicious males. "I really thought I'd be here all night with how slow you two are!"

"That was very naughty, princess," Cas purrs, biting his lip as he runs a finger down my exposed abdomen. "You've earned yourself quite the punishment."

I can't stop the smile. "As excited as I am to see what punishment you're planning, I'll have you know that you deserved everything I did at dinner."

"While that may be true, love, all actions have consequences…whether they're payback or not."

"And what consequences am I to face?"

Emrys looks up to Casmir, and they share a silent conversation. They both get sinful looks in their eyes, causing prickling heat to slide over my neck and cheeks when they focus on me once more. I have a feeling that I should be afraid of whatever they just agreed on.

Before I can pry them for answers, my pants and panties are ripped off with Cas's air. I gasp at the action, my heart beating out of my chest. He picks me up and forces me to straddle him, not bothering to say anything. He grips the neck of my shirt, easily tearing through the fabric before tossing it to the side.

Neither of them are holding me down as they adjust themselves—but I stay. I'm too intrigued by what they're doing to protest. As the prince pulls his shirt off, revealing the addicting lines on his chest, I'm pulled from his lap. For a moment I think Emrys is having me sit in his, but am completely shocked when the wet heat of his mouth sucks in my core as he places my knees on either side of his head.

"Oh!" I jerk forward, leaning against his chest for support. This is…new. He wastes no time easing me into the sensations before he fucks me hard with his tongue. The stubble on his jaw runs across my clit, and my mouth drops open, immediately on the edge of coming. "Fuck, that feels so good," I say breathlessly.

I adjust my knees to hold more of my weight, worried that he'll suffocate with his nose lightly thrusting into my pussy. But clearly the captain needs no air to live because he growls deeply, grabbing my waist hard before yanking me down until only his face supports me. I cry out, my eyes rolling at the intense pressure.

"You better ride his face, princess. You're going to need it." I'm too out of focus to ask what he means. I look up at the prince, another wave of arousal forming when I see him pull Em's cock out before immediately shoving it to the back of his throat.

"Holy fuck." The sight of Casmir sucking Emrys with raw pleasure written across his face has me grinding into the captain. Em's answering groan and tightening grip sends vibrations through my core that shove me right over the edge. I moan loudly as the waves pulse through me and attempt to rise from Em's face, but his hold doesn't waver. Surely he needs to breathe by now?

I get my answer when he mutters something into my sensitive flesh that sounds a lot like "another." I have no complaints as he continues to suck me feverishly. I lean forward to wrap my hands around his neck, allowing me to control him better. I gyrate my hips, not worrying about my grip over Em's windpipe as he doesn't seem to want air, anyway.

My eyes spring open when something grabs my hair and pulls my head back. Cas stands above me, nodding pointedly to his dick. The second I open my mouth, he plunges in as far as he can go and begins fucking me hard. Tears quickly form and wet my cheeks, the movement of our slick skin creating positively depraved sounds in the otherwise silent room.

"That's it, Nell. Get it nice and wet," Cas groans, watching me intensely as he bruises my throat. His praise shoots straight to my clit, and a second orgasm works its way through my body. As soon as I start to relax, Casmir pulls out and reaches to set me on his lap once more, sheathing himself fully inside my pussy. My mouth is going to be permanently stuck open like this if they keep up this exquisite torture.

"If your idea of punishment is to fuck me roughly, I hate to tell you that I fucking love it." He pounds into me hard, loud slapping filling my ears. My forehead rests against his, our heavy breathing combining in the little space between our lips.

He chuckles, not letting up in his movements. "This isn't your punishment, princess. It"s the preparation." At that moment, another body surrounds my own, making the heated skin of my back even warmer. Emrys pushes my damp hair to the side and sucks on my neck. My eyes flutter as I clench around Cas.

"Well, I'm also sorry to tell you that I fucking love being filled with you both at the same time. It's not anything we haven't done before, and I know damn well it won't be a punishment." The prince begins sucking the other side of my neck and I moan deeply. This feels too good.

I feel Em's chest bounce against my shoulders. "Oh no, love. We have most certainly not done this before." The need to understand his meaning melts away when Cas angles himself just right, and my head falls back to Emrys.

"One more and she's ready," the prince announces. I don't know what the fuck he's talking about, but I'll be ready for anything if he just keeps fucking me like this.

Gods, I'm so close.

Em reaches around to circle my clit, sending me into oblivion once again. A shuddering moan leaves my throat, and I feel the give of Cas"s skin breaking from my tight grip. When my vision returns and the surroundings start coming back, I immediately tense at the pressure against my inner walls.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Both males smile but say nothing. They better not be doing what I think. But the inching of Emrys's cock alongside Casmir's answers that. "There's no fucking way I can handle this!"

"Sure you can, princess. It wouldn't be a punishment if you immediately liked it," his rough voice coats my skin. "It may be difficult at first, but you're going to come so fucking hard once we're both in." Em slides in further, a deep, burning sensation pulsing through my core. I instinctively wrap my arms around my prince's neck, needing the support. I can't believe they're doing this.

I can't believe I want them to.

"Fuck, Em, your piercings really do feel so good," Cas groans, massaging my hips.

"Relax," Emrys breathes in my ear, and I'm so turned on that I feel my walls open up more, basically inviting him in. "There it is. You were fucking made for us, Nell. Did you really think we both couldn't fit in your sweet cunt?" He finishes his sentence by thrusting the rest of the way in. I think I scream, my body tensing hard at the pain of being stretched by these two males who are both well-endowed.

They pause, kissing my sweat-slicked skin and massaging different muscles. After a minute, I relax enough to sag in Cas's hold. "I'm so full," I whine, the pain quickly melting to something unexpectedly delicious.

"We have you. Let us take care of you." Emrys begins pumping slowly, the movement easier each time. When I moan, Casmir matches the captain's movements, both of them fucking me carefully. It stings at first, but they were right…I was definitely made just for them because they fit perfectly.

"More," I demand when the pain recedes, overtaken by otherworldly pleasure. Emrys mutters something about how incredible I am, and they both cease their cautious efforts as they pound deeply into my core.

I do not think any of us have a sense of time as we lose ourselves to the feeling of being connected so thoroughly. I imagine this is the closest we can get to feeling bonded without actually completing the ceremony. We hold each other tightly, running our hands over every piece of available skin, and using our mouths to mark each place we can reach. This isn't a fucking. It's not making love or just sex.

It's a claiming.

It's as if our souls are fusing together, so much so that I'm certain we will be torn to shreds if we try to separate. They are mine. They are each other"s. And I am theirs. We are one soul split into three bodies, brought together by a fated connection. The bond wraps around us, opening a network to each other's emotions. The severity of their love slams into my chest, and I hold onto them tighter.

There is no question this is where I belong. Where we all belong.