Chapter Fourteen

Ayelet

Watching Magnus impale Harbor on that magnificent cock brought back memories of our night together. I had not been very comfortable sitting on the plane after three…or maybe four times during our night together, but I would do it again, some other time.

Tonight, I was ready to mate and mark our unicorn. I had already marked Magnus when he was deep in Harbor’s body. As they stayed together, held by his knot, I nuzzled the unicorn’s throat and pierced his perspiration-slick skin, marking him as mine. I licked the wound closed before my fist closed around his cock, and then my mouth, and I sucked the omega deep, licking and nibbling and doing everything in my power to bring him to orgasm before I lost all control and speared him.

The desire to be inside his body was sharp, and while I’d been with other omegas, none had made me feel like our mate. The mark on his throat was what everyone talked about, what people could see, but the marking inside his body, painting his walls with my cum, that was the true marking. Our scents would be forever changed by this as well.

No sooner did I have that thought than the first salty spurt hit the roof of my mouth, and I sucked hard, swallowing his cum in gulps that had him trembling. When he lay still, I rose above him and brought one of his knees to his chest, opening him wider. His slick glimmered in the low light from the living room, showing me he was more than ready, and I didn’t hesitate to place the head of my cock in position and drive forward. I wasn’t as long as Magnus, but I had more girth, and I didn’t want to hurt him, so I moved slowly.

Harbor’s whimper and his other leg wrapping around my hip urged me onward though. “Eager omega,” I murmured.

Magnus, who lay on his side, idly stroking himself and watching us, chuckled. “And tight.”

“Mmm. Yes.” His inner muscles clung to me when I pulled out and made the inward thrusts a study in torture as far as self-control went. This first time together was special, and I wanted him to enjoy it, but my body was ready to go over the edge at any time. “You’re so tight, omega. Milking me already.”

Harbor’s body was welcoming and demanding all at the same time, and I was helpless to fight him. I didn’t really want to, and then Magnus sat up and kissed me, ran his lips down my throat and left his own mark; there was no holding back at all. I shuddered, cum racing from my tight balls and spurting into our omega’s body. I was vaguely aware of Harbor and Magnus kissing, of Harbor nipping at the dragon’s throat and then reaching for me and drawing me down to complete the marking.

My knot swelled, and I hung over the omega, braced on my hands and trying not to crush him, but he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down. “You can’t crush me, alpha. I’m not that delicate.”

Reaching for Magnus, I brought him into our embrace and we lay there together until my knot eased enough that I could pull free. Everything was changed. We were mated, marked, and cuddling together in a puppy pile on our alpha’s bed.

How had we ever gotten along without each other? I’d only met Magnus once before and met Harbor tonight, but it felt as if they’d been with me forever or maybe that I’d yearned for them forever. Everyone said when you met your mate you would understand what it meant. Why so many didn’t survive their mates’ death and followed closely after from heartbreak or disease that swept them away so easily.

I got it. Already. If anything happened to these men, how could I live?

We lay together, arms and legs tangled, speaking softly, getting to know one another in a where have you been all my life, and what have you been up to sort of way. I wanted to know everything about them. What were they doing before we ended up here. And then, once we had that settled, I wanted to know where we went from here.

It would be together, for sure, but we had no plans yet, and I was anxious to have them. The future lay before us. And it was bright.

Two or three more times during the night, we woke and made love. I wasn’t even sure we slept between. The room was redolent of our sexy times, and I still wanted more. Would it be like this again? I didn’t know, and it didn’t really matter.

What did was that I found my mates.

Fate made us for each other.