Chapter Ten

Abigail

A s soon as I'm safe, the Fae retreat, leaving behind dozens of Forsaken and varulv. Rissa and Tori send blasts of Light blazing in our wake to ensure no one follows as Adriel and Damrion pull me into a waiting van.

Everyone else piles in behind us. My mates refuse to let me out of their arms. They hold me close the entire way back to Eitr, murmuring soothing words to me. I lose myself in their embraces. Their warmth seeps into me, easing the pain and banishing the chill.

By the time we arrive back in Eitr, the sun is a bright ball overhead—at least it would be if it weren't for the perpetual haze hanging over the mountain.

Adriel and Damrion release me only long enough for Rissa and Tori to wrap their arms around me in a fierce hug. We cry together.

"Thank you," I whisper to my sisters.

"You never have to thank us, Abigail," Rissa says, squeezing me gently. "What they do to one of us, they do to all of us."

She doesn't know how right she is. But now isn't the time to have that conversation, either. There will be plenty of time for that later—after I have time with Adriel and Damrion. Right now, I need that more than anything.

I think they need the same thing because as soon as Rissa and Tori release me, they're drawing me back into their arms.

"Come, little seer," Adriel murmurs, lifting me against his chest.

Damrion brushes tangled strands of hair away from my face, his fingers gentle against my cheek.

They carry me up to Damrion's chamber. Despite being their leader, his suite is no larger and no more grand than anyone else's here. Fur rugs cover the wooden floor. Ancient weapons glint dangerously from the hand-hewn walls. The intricately carved bed takes up most of the room.

We bypass the bed, Damrion moving ahead to sweep open the door to the en-suite bathroom. Adriel ducks through, carrying me inside. It's the largest bathroom in the house, though it feels small with Damrion and Adriel standing shoulder to shoulder.

Adriel gently sets me on my feet as Damrion moves to the shower, turning knobs and adjusting the spray. Within seconds, he's back at our side, pressing into me from behind.

His lips brush the side of my throat, his strong hands running down my side as Adriel tips my head back.

"Abigail," Adriel murmurs, leaning forward to brush his lips across mine in a featherlight touch. I still feel it like a gong ringing in my soul. "Let us take care of you, ljúfr ."

I nod, dazed by their gentleness. lulled by the feel of their hands on me after hours of nothing but endless pain.

Adriel smiles—that rare smile that makes my heart soar—and then slips his hands beneath my shirt. His palm against my skin sears me as he gently tugs my shirt up over my head.

Damrion joins him, his calloused fingers equally as gentle as they strip away my clothing piece by piece. The air between us crackles with love and devotion, the kind forged through shared experience and pain.

My stomach quivers, heat arcing through me as they pull their shirts over their heads, dropping them to the floor. They're both so beautiful—Damrion's body a mountain of strength, Adriel's a fortress of endurance. Damrion's muscles speak to power, Adriel's scars to survival. Every inch of them was carved from granite—hard, uncompromising, powerful.

Their pants hit the floor, their hard cocks springing free. Even those are beautiful. Damrion is long and thick, his balls heavy. Adriel is fierce, so thick I know he's going to make my eyes water and my breath catch the first time he's inside me.

I want them both in ways I can't explain—in ways that leave me aching. But this isn't about desire, not right now. It's about us—about love, connection, and reaffirming the bond between us.

"Please," I whisper, reaching out for them.

They draw me back into their arms in an instant, pulling me toward the shower. Hot water cascades down on us, steam swirling around us. It eases the ache in my muscles, washing away the grime on my skin.

Adriel and Damrion pull me between them, our skin pressed together. They run their hands all over me, reverence in every touch and every gentle kiss. And with every touch and every press of their mouths to my skin, another of the stains the Forsaken left on my soul washes away.

"You're so beautiful," Damrion whispers, his golden eyes locked on mine as they tip my head back beneath the spray.

"We're never letting you go," Adriel adds, tracing patterns across my abdomen. "Never, Abigail."

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I lean into them, allowing them to stitch me back together again. They do—working together to wash every single trace of the Forsaken from my body and my soul.

Once I'm clean and the water runs cold, they pull me out of the shower. Damrion sinks to his knees at my feet, a plush towel in his hands. Adriel wraps another around my torso. They dry me gently, taking their time to remove every trace of water. They take less time to dry themselves before Damrion scoops me up into his arms, carrying me to his bed.

Adriel pulls the covers back, allowing Damrion to deposit me in the middle. Before I can even ask, they're crawling in with me, sandwiching me between their powerful bodies. Not even an inch of space remains between us as they tangle us together, Adriel's legs with mine, Damrion's arms around us.

"Sleep, ást-meer ," Damrion croons, running his lips down the side of my face. "We'll guard you."

"Please," I beg, trying to press closer to them as a whisper of fear moves through me. Sleep never comes easy. How much worse will it be now? "Don't let me go."

"Never," Damrion promises.

"We're right here, bittesm? ljós ." Adriel laces his fingers with mine as if to ground me in reality.

My eyes flutter closed, exhaustion and the warmth of their bodies, the strength of their love, and the fervor of their promise pulling me under.

Even with Damrion and Adriel pressed tightly to me, I sleep fitfully, half-formed dreams and visions flickering through my mind in an endless parade. As soon as I grasp for one, it fades away.

I toss and turn, seeking comfort in their arms.

When nightmares of the Forsaken come, I wake with a gasp, my heart pounding. For a moment, I think I'm back in the cavern—that being rescued was just a dream. But then I realize Adriel and Damrion are still here, their hands clasped together on my stomach as they sleep, holding me between them.

Tears well in my eyes as I stare at their hands—Damrion's strong and golden, Adriel's scarred and pale. They cling to one another in their sleep, holding each other as tightly as they do me.

I've wanted peace for them more than anything—I've prayed for it to any God I thought might listen. And they finally have it. After 2500 years, they've found their way back to one another. And in doing so, they found their way to me.

"Thank you," I whisper, though I'm not entirely sure who I'm thanking. The Norns? Some power we don't know? Adriel and Damrion themselves? I don't know.

"Holding you is no hardship, little seer," Adriel rumbles, his voice thick with sleep. He rolls toward me, his lips brushing my shoulder. "In fact, it feels like heaven."

" Ja ," Damrion groans from my other side, pressing closer. "Very much like heaven."

I glance to the right to see Adriel's black eye on me, his gaze deep and intense. I turn my head to the left to see the same look in Damrion's golden eyes.

My stomach quivers as I reach out, running my hand down the sides of their faces.

Adriel rolls halfway on top of me, his hair falling over me like a waterfall. Damrion moves at the same time, taking up a similar position. I'm pinned beneath their hard bodies, their faces looming above mine as they stare down at me.

An intense ache blooms deep in my chest and in my womb. I need them—their lips on mine, their hands on me.

"Kiss me," I plead.

A growl rumbles from Adriel's lips as he dips his head without reservation, claiming my mouth. His lips are soft and warm, his kiss gentle. He breaks away after a moment, making room for Damrion. His kiss is just as sweet, just as reverent.

They're holding back, treating me like I'm breakable, as if what the Forsaken did to me somehow changed me or made me weak. It didn't. And it didn't make me need them any less.

I've waited for them since the moment I knew they existed. My whole life, I've dreamed of them—the two Fae who would become my whole world. Now, they're finally here in my arms, and I'm not willing to wait another moment.

"Don't look at me like I'm glass," I beg, gripping them when they try to move away. "Don't treat me like I'm breakable. I'm not. I need you. Both of you."

"Abigail, bittesm? ljós ," Adriel murmurs. "You need—"

"Don't tell me what I need, Adriel," I growl at him. "Trust me to know what I need." I press my hand to his heart. Cup Damrion's cheek. "I need the two of you to make me yours in every way. Please."

Still, they hesitate.

A surge of frustration bubbles through me. I know they feel the same thing I do—want the same thing I do. I feel their need throbbing through the bond. I feel it pressing hard and insistent against my hips.

If they can't take what they need, then I will.

I sit up, forcing them backward. I scrabble to my knees as they watch, their expressions wary, their eyes locked on my face.

" Faen !" Damrion growls, his head falling back as my hand finds his cock. He's so smooth, so hot. So hard.

I straddle Adriel's lap at the same time, grinding against him. He throbs between my legs, so big and hard, so perfect.

He grabs my hips, growling my name.

"Don't make me beg," I whisper, stroking Damrion's cock with unsteady fingers, rocking against Adriel in an uneven rhythm. "Don't make me plead. I will. You know I will."

"Abigail," Damrion gasps, his breathing ragged as I work him with my hand, demanding what I want from them.

"Gods, Abigail," Adriel breathes, his fingers biting into my hips.

I lean down, running my lips across a faded scar on his chest.

He breaks, tipping me over backward with a predatory growl. I land on my back beneath him and Damrion.

"Yes," I cry, head thrown back in ecstasy as Adriel's mouth closes around my nipple. Damrion's closes around the other, his teeth raking across the hard bud.

They suck and lick and bite, their hands a blur as they move over my body. I sob, lava flowing through my veins.

As one, they kiss lower. They trail searing kisses down my abdomen, their lips blazing a path of liquid heat toward my aching center.

My muscles quiver and clench beneath their mouths as they move lower, anticipation building to a fierce ache.

"Please." I lift my hips, desperately offering myself up to them.

Damrion shifts me around, allowing them to settle between my thighs. Adriel's onyx eye locks with his before they both dip their heads.

The first touch of Damrion's tongue against my slick folds tears a cry from my throat. Adriel laps at my clit, and I nearly convulse, the sensation overwhelming.

"Ah, Gods, Damrion," Adriel growls, lifting his head to look at Damrion. "She tastes so sweet. I need more."

"Take it, hermaer ," Damrion groans. "Pleasure her. Make her come for us."

Adriel dips his head again, unable to deny Damrion's command.

They take turns at first, Adriel thrusting his tongue deep and then backing off for Damrion to attack my clit. Then Damrion forces his tongue inside me while Adriel pulls my clit between his lips, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.

The dual stimulation sends me freewheeling into ecstasy, pressure coiling tighter and tighter deep in my stomach.

When they feel how close I am, they forget to take turns. They fall on me like possessed Fae, desperate to make me come. I feel their tongues sliding together, tangling around my clit as they lap at me at the same time, sharing it between them.

My nails dig into the sheets as my back arches from the bed. I cry out, unraveling at the seams. Waves of ecstasy slam into me, a powerful orgasm crashing through me.

" Ja , just like that, ást-meer ," Damrion growls as he slips away, his hands on Adriel's body. "Again, Adriel. Make her come again. Prepare her for us, hermaer ."

Adriel nods, spreading me wider, forcing his tongue deeper. I watch in a daze of ecstasy as Damrion prowls down his body, kissing and biting his way toward his goal.

My entire soul lights up when he sucks Adriel's cock into his mouth, taking him deep. Adriel moans, his hands biting into my thighs as pleasure rolls down the bond between us.

I watch, transfixed, as Damrion takes Adriel deep into his mouth again and again, sucking and licking, fondling his balls—worshipping his cock. Adriel moans his pleasure as he licks and bites me. One thick finger enters me and then another, stretching me.

I throw my head back, crying out. But Adriel isn't done with me. His other hand slips lower, his fingers pressing against that forbidden entrance. I gasp in shock, in delight, pushing back against him, eager. Ready.

One finger slips inside, stretching me. It burns and aches, but it doesn't hurt. I know pain. I know torment. This is ecstasy.

He adds another finger, his lips around my clit.

Molten lava roars through my veins as I teeter on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

"Please," I whimper, unable to hold back any longer. "Please..."

My plea is all it takes. With a final flick of Adriel's tongue and a thrust of his fingers, I shatter to pieces, crying out their names. But before the waves even recede, I'm trembling again, aching for more.

"Please," I sob, reaching for them.

Damrion releases Adriel's cock, grasping my hand. They pull me between them again, the heat of their bodies searing me. I writhe as I feel their cocks pressed against me, hard and insistent.

My heart races, anticipation rushing through me.

"Damrion, please," Adriel chokes, writhing against me. "I can't stand it. I need to claim her."

I feel his need pounding down the bond between us, unrelenting waves of desire that has my own need surging in response. I feel Damrion's too, powerful and bright, urgent and insistent.

"We'll be gentle, ást-meer ," Damrion croons, nipping at my shoulder.

"No," I gasp, refusing him. I don't want gentle. I want them exactly as they are. "Don't hold back."

Damrion meets my gaze and nods.

"Damrion, please," Adriel moans, his voice thick with need. "Let me take her now."

Damrion reaches out, wrapping a hand around Adriel's throat. There's an intensity in his eyes, a promise that they'll give me everything they have. I revel in it, sobbing in ecstasy.

"Together," he says to Adriel before slipping his hand between our bodies. I feel his fingers close around Adriel's erection, hear Adriel moan as he grips him. He presses Adriel's cock to my opening, his eyes locked on my face as he slowly pushes Adriel into me—claiming me with Adriel's cock even as Adriel does.

I throw my head back, moaning their names as Adriel stretches and fills me. Damrion's hand slips from him, sliding down the cleft of my ass. His fingers press against my back entrance. He stretches me, and then I feel his cock pressing where his fingers just were.

"Relax, ást-meer ," he murmurs, gently pushing forward. "Relax."

Pleasure and pain radiate through me as he slides into me, and Adriel pushes deeper. I feel my barrier stretch and tear around Adriel's cock. I can't help but cry out at the fleeting moment of pain. It only makes the ache more intense, only makes me want them even more.

"She feels so good, Damrion," Adriel moans, awe in his voice as his hips settle against mine.

Damrion pushes forward, filling me inch by exquisite inch. I feel like I'm flying, caught between their bodies, so full of them nothing else registers, nothing else exists. It's only them and the way they fill me.

"More," I plead, head thrown back against Damrion's shoulder. "More, please."

"Fuck her," Damrion commands Adriel, authority ringing in his voice. "Make her ours, Adriel."

" Ja ," Adriel growls, his grip on my hip tightening. He pulls back before his hips snap forward, burying his thick cock deep inside me over and over.

Damrion matches him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving over mine as if they were made for this. They claim me, take me, make me theirs in the most primal way. And I love every second of it.

Pleasure explodes through every nerve ending, blinding in its intensity. I'm stretched and filled, completely consumed by them.

"Look at her, Damrion," Adriel groans, leaning down to suck on the pulse fluttering wildly in my throat. "She's perfection. Our perfect mate."

" Ja, hermaer . She's ours forever." Damrion punctuates each word with a deep thrust that has me seeing stars.

Adriel changes his angle slightly, hitting some magical spot inside me that has bliss flowing through my veins. I cry out, my inner muscles fluttering around him.

"There," Damrion growls, craning my head back with a hand tangled in my hair. "Again, Adriel. Don't stop."

Adriel obeys, hitting that spot over and over until I'm incoherent with pleasure, babbling their names. All it takes is Damrion's teeth closing around the shell of my ear to send me hurtling over the edge into a powerful orgasm.

I scream as I come, crying out for them. But they don't stop. They can't. Adriel is frantic, desperate to come as he drives into me again and again.

But he needs more, too.

I understand what he needs even if he doesn't. He needs Damrion.

This isn't about me. It's about us—all three of us. We're one soul split between three bodies. Their pleasure is mine—mine is theirs. They need each other to be complete just as much as they need me.

And Gods help me, but the thought of Damrion claiming Adriel sets my blood on fire. I need it as badly as they do.

"Damrion," I sob, trying to tell him. I want him to take Adriel, to please him. So badly I ache for it. "Adriel needs you."

For once, Damrion doesn't hesitate. He doesn't question. He presses a hot kiss to my throat and slides from my body with a groan. I whimper at the loss of his heat...and then moan when I see him seaming himself to Adriel's back, bowing over him as Adriel slams into me again and again.

I can't see what he does, but I feel it through the bond. I see the ecstasy on Adriel's face.

"Gods, yes!" he cries out, choking on pleasure.

The sensation of Damrion moving within Adriel sends tremors through me. Each powerful thrust drives Adriel deeper into me, his hips crashing against mine. Pleasure surges down the bond—coming for Adriel, coming from Damrion, bouncing back from me. There's so much of it that I can't breathe through it.

"More," I plead, desperate for the overwhelming pleasure to consume me. "Please, don't stop."

They don't. Adriel's mouth crashes against mine, his kiss hot and wild as he pounds into me.

"Abigail," he gasps against my lips, voice strained and desperate as he trembles above me, so close to falling over the edge. "Ah, Gods, Abigail."

"Your pleasure is ours," Damrion growls, his golden eyes locked with mine. He reaches for my hand, tangling our fingers together. "Adriel is going to knot with you when he comes, ást-meer . Don't be afraid. He won't hurt you."

I'm not afraid. Not for a single second have I ever been afraid of these Fae. I understand the knot and its purpose. I relish the thought of feeling it deep inside me—of knowing that Adriel is satisfied.

"I want it," I whisper, holding his gaze, letting him see the truth for himself. "I want it, Damrion."

Pride and desire flare in his eyes. He dips his head, his lips against Adriel's throat. "Come for us, Adriel," he commands, raw power in his voice. "Give her what she wants, hermaer."

With a choked cry, Adriel obeys, driving into me without rhythm. His body goes rigid, his knot slamming into place inside me, locking us together.

I scream their names as the sensation of being so completely filled by him sends me crashing over the edge. Adriel roars, jerking above me as he comes with me, releasing deep inside me.

The sensation of us unraveling together is too much for Damrion. He shouts as he follows us over the edge, pulling out of Adriel just before his knot can slam into place. His cum drips all over us, making a mess of us.

I moan when I feel it, aftershocks ripping through me. Pleasure radiates down the bond—so much of it that it's impossible to separate what comes from who. I don't try. I simply revel in it.

Adriel collapses on top of me, rolling us to the side at the last second to keep from crushing me with his weight. He pants for breath, kissing all over my face.

Damrion gathers us both up into his arms, cradling us close. His lips brush my forehead and then Adriel's. "Love," he whispers. "I love you both."

Tears burn behind my eyes as the words I've desperately ached to hear finally escape his lips. Adriel's shoulders shake, his scarred face softening as awe whispers down the bond.

"My heart will always belong to the two of you," Adriel vows. "No one else will ever have a single piece of it."

"Mine has always belonged to both of you," I confess through tears, nestling deeper into their embrace. "My two brave, strong Fae. My mates. I love you."