His cock twitches inside me, and I feel so full, it’s almost too much, almost too painful.
I start to move, using him as leverage to lift and drop, letting my body adjust to him.
Riding him, I take my king like he demanded.
His eyes trail over my body as I do, my nipples hardening under his gaze.
“Come for your king. Let me feel it. Let me feel your need like I have all night.”
My head falls back, and I moan as I roll my hips and grind. I tilt my hips to hit my clit with each thrust, until, just like he demanded, I splinter.
I fracture into thousands of tiny pieces, but they collect each one and put me back together again.
I’m flipped, forced face down as Grim slams into me from behind, too impatient to let me have complete control.
My fingers dig into the coarse fur on his thighs, holding on as he powers into me with a roar. The sound is primal and loud, and it reverberates into me and heads straight to my clit.
My king is claiming me before my mates.
“Mine, my queen,” he snarls.
“Yes,” I whimper, lifting my head when he wraps his thick fist around my hair.
“Watch them. Watch what you do to them. Watch how we love you. Watch how we need you.”
My eyes flutter open to see my other mates.
Bracken paces like a caged beast, his fangs down and his eyes bright red. He’s naked and hard.
Zee’s stilma search for me, his eyes hard as he watches me be fucked.
Nero coils around the bed with a hiss, his cocks hard and free.
Krug is pressed against the wall as if to stop himself, stroking his length.
Razcorr… He lingers in the darkness.
All I can see are his eyes, and like he knows I seek him, he steps into the moonlight, letting me see the stark need and hunger etched into his body.
It sends me over the edge once more, and with an echoing roar, Grim powers into me, his balls slapping against me until he stills and begins to fill me with his release.
I cry out, his release prolonging my own.
When he finishes, I slump forward before I’m gathered into his arms and lifted off his dripping cock. He trails kisses along my shoulder. “Now, my queen, take your other mates. Claim every single one of them, and prove to them they are yours.”
“Yes,” I murmur, and when my eyes open, they land on Bracken, and I crook my finger.
He comes willingly, my teasing fey, only he’s not teasing right now.
He’s needy, lustful.
Demanding.
When he’s in reach, I grip his long braid decorated in golden beads and yank his head back as my other hand slides down his body and grips his cock, stroking it as his hips stutter and jut.
“Do you want me, my fey?” I demand, my voice strong and sure, despite the fact that I’m naked and sitting between a massive minotaur’s legs who could easily overpower me.
They all could if not for my magic, but they don’t because they love me.
