by Mila Young
“He sounds like a romantic,” I muse, unable to pause my thoughts drifting to the father who bailed out on Mama and me, who was too afraid to stay behind and look after us.
I can’t protect either of you, he’d shout. Meira is weak because of me. She’ll always be an outcast. He’s human and couldn’t live with himself, so it was easier to be gutless and run away than stay with us to make it work. I clench my teeth. Even after all these years, I struggle to forgive him, and part of me blames him for Mama’s death. If he’d stayed and helped, maybe we would have been staying somewhere else and the Shadow Monsters would never have killed her.
My eyes prick, and I hate how quickly he still affects me, but it’s not him I’ve cried for. It’s losing Mama. I lower my head, pretending to stare at the spread of food as I blink away the tears. Don’t live with the past, my mother said to me. Always look forward.
“That he was.” Lucien nods, breaking my concentration, and it takes me moments to remember what he is referring to.
I breathe heavily and push aside the thoughts of my past as I can’t do anything about what’s happened, but I can control my steps forward. I found three men I will never abandon no matter what.
We eat with only the company of the crackling fire. It’s only when I look up at each of the men that I recognize the expressions they wear as their thoughts drift miles away. Lost in their past. After all, it’s all we all have left in this broken world that takes and takes from us. Luckily I have them in my life now, which wasn’t always the case. Those are memories no one can erase, so what we have left, we cherish.
Exhaustion must have taken its toll, because after finishing the cake and licking every sweet crumb off my fingers, everyone settles into their own routines. Bardhyl packs up the leftover food into the bag, while Lucien stands and wanders over to check the barrier over the cave entrance.
I collect the crackers in a small plastic bag and fold it closed before handing it to Bardhyl. Our hands graze, and I soften at how warm he feels.
“You all right?” he asks, but I can’t stop looking over at Lucien, about ten feet away, his back to us. It’s clear he needs time alone with his thoughts.
“Is he okay?” I whisper behind the snapping sounds of the blaze.
Bardhyl nods. “Losing his parents so long ago to a rival pack still affects him. Just give him a bit of time. He always bounces back.”
“I lost my dad when I was really young, and then my mama, so I know the feeling.” Leaning over the blanket, I use my hand to dust away the crumbs from our meal. “But I don’t want him to hurt over what we can’t change.” The words spill from my lips, and I feel hypocritical, seeing as how I can’t even get over the loss of my mama.
Zipping up the bag and pushing it aside, Bardhyl comes and sits next to me, his arms draped over his bent knees. “You care for him a lot, don’t you?”
I nudge him with my shoulder, but he doesn’t budge because he’s a rock. “If you haven’t noticed, I care about all three of you… a heck of a lot more than I ever thought I would. I mean, I accepted long ago that I wasn’t intended to find my fated mate. But look how that’s turned out.”
The look he cuts me, those sexy eyes narrowing, makes me smile and forget everything else. This is one of his magic tricks I notice, and one of the many reasons I’ve fallen so deep for him.
He takes my hand and kisses each fingertip. “Once in a lifetime, everyone should meet someone special, maybe even three of them at once. Someone who ignites their world, who changes everything.”
His words are the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard, earnest and passionate. Since meeting him, it took me a while to understand Bardhyl was so much more than a powerful Viking warrior with a berserker wolf. Beneath the layers is a man who suffers, who carries darkness from his past. But most of all, he is an Alpha who wants to be loved. I see it in the attention he gives me, the tenderness in how he holds me, the words he shares. Everything from when his hypnotic gaze meets mine to when he fucks me like a man driven mad by emotions he can’t control.
“Do you think Lucien still misses his first mate?” I whisper, almost regretting at once that I asked such an intimate question.
His hand slides across my back and curls around my waist, drawing me against him, chasing away any space between us.
“Soulmates exist,” Bardhyl assures me. “There is no such thing as an accidental meeting of souls. It was all meant to be.” He glances over to Lucien, who stands at the mouth of the cave, staring into the downpour outside through the gaps, the sound of rain hitting the mountain hypnotic. “Just like you’ve given your heart to the three of us, Lucien will always hold on to a piece for Cataline. It doesn’t mean he loves you any less.”
“I know,” I say, and part of me wonders if the ache I feel in my chest has more to do with feeling his sorrow of losing his first partner, rather than jealousy. “You know, I never used to believe in soulmates—well, until I met you three. Heck, after watching the undead kill my mother when I was fourteen, I stopped believing in anything but survival, including my own happiness.”
He leans in close and kisses the side of my head. “Which is why I will hug you tightly every chance I get so all your pieces can fit back together. Until you remember how incredible you are and find that happiness you lost so long ago.”
I tilt my head up and look him in the eyes. He has green eyes like the forest, and I fall deep into them, offering myself to this Ash Wolf. “You three are the part of me I always needed and never knew until you found me.”
“No matter what happens, I want you to know that to me, what we will face, whatever the outcome, it is worth it. Being with you is everything, loving you, claiming you. Everything is worth it.”
My heart flutters at his devotion, his words imprint on my mind so I never forget them. He shifts toward me, and I twist around too as his hand glides through my hair. I adore the way he looks at me, how when I’m in his arms I feel incredible, free, and safe. Add to that my body buzzing with an electrifying arousal. In any of their company, a single touch ignites my desires for them, entices me to their sides.
His eyes are deep and penetrating as he looks at me. His heartfelt musings have gone, a mischievous sexy expression now replacing it. We are stuck in the cave while the storm wreaks havoc outside, and all I can think about is how much I thought I’d lose my three wolves, how I want to crawl into their arms and remain there.
“I missed you,” I murmur.
A delicious smile crawls over Mr. Gorgeous Warrior’s lips, and my toes curl in response.
We come together, a slight pressure on the back of my head where he holds me just as he wants me, and he says, “Remember what happened last time we were in a cave together?”
My heart thunders behind my ribcage, and heat pools instantly between my legs because I will never forget. Clasping on to my confidence, I hold his gaze. “I learned my lesson already,” I tease. “I’m never doing deals with you again.”
He laughs, the sound like honey… sweet and addictive. And I don’t wait another second. I close in and press my lips to his.
Seconds is all it takes for his fingers to curl over the elastic of my leggings, and I push a hand against his chest. “Um… what are you doing?” I have no plans on playing easy after his games the last time we spent together in a cave.
“Oh, you thought we were joking earlier?” Lucien’s breath washes over my neck. I flinch at his sudden appearance and turn to face him as he gives me a sinfully sexy smile. He’s back to his flirtatious self.
He leans in, kissing my lips over my shoulder. Like the storm raging outside, our mouths clash, even our teeth clinging together. And he’s tugging down on my pants while Bardhyl wrenches up my top.
And I let myself fall into their arms and into this sexy fairy tale I’ve missed so much.
Chapter 9
Lucien
Harder. Faster. Insatiable.
That’s how my little beauty kisses me, twisting her bo
dy toward me as we remain seated by the fire, holding my face in case I plan to get away. I’m close to bursting with desire at her passion, at how much affection comes from her when she’s with me. We get lost in each other’s company as I push down on the tight pants she wears, needing more.
They need to go.
Bardhyl is at her back, leaving kisses along her neck.
Meira is everything I want, every soft curve, every delicious taste, every tempting morsel that I’m craving. She’s glorious and perfect.
She reaches between us, her hand gently clasping around my erection through my shorts, palming my cock. I’m so fucking hard, and I hiss at her teasing touch.
Bardhyl drags her top up and over her head, breaking apart our kiss. I use that moment to rip those pants off as she lifts her butt off the floor. Her body shudders in the speed and force at which I strip her. My gaze sweeps over her jiggling breasts and straight down to the small mound of dark hair between her legs.
My cock twitches as I catch a glimpse of her lips glistening from arousal before she clenches her legs, hiding from me what’s mine.
As Bardhyl slides his arms around her waist, embracing her from behind, his large hands glide up and cup her perky breasts.
I use that moment to stand and lower my shorts. I step out of them, kicking them aside as I pull my T-shirt off, also tossing it behind me. Meira has the back of her head nestled against Bardhyl’s shoulder, moaning as he pinches her nipples between his fingers, tugging them.
Dropping onto my knees in front of my queen, I watch this gorgeous woman who is our soulmate, whom we almost lost. I’ll do anything to keep her safe and by our sides because losing one fated mate in a lifetime is more than I can survive. So I made the decision when Meira ran from us that I’ll give her everything I have. To remind myself this was my second chance. I put my sanity on the line, my future, my heart… and I don’t regret a thing.
I reach over and clasp her bent knees, running the tips of my fingers up to her hips, rousing her from her elation with Bardhyl. Sweeping my touch back down to her knees, I try to pry them apart, but the little minx resists me. She looks at me with a dirty little smile, and I lick my lips as Bardhyl laughs.
“You’re going to play hard to get?” I say, flicking Bardhyl a knowing look as my hands grab her hips.
In one quick movement, he shuffles back on his knees, his hands tucked under her armpits, holding her up as I swiftly lift her ass up and off the blanket.
The shock has her shifting to escape us, her breath hitching, and in her mistake, her locked knees fall apart. “Hey, two against one is no fair.”
“Who said anything about fairness?” Bardhyl murmurs, mirth in his voice, and he’s enjoying the show just as much as I am.
My pulse pumps harder, faster through my veins as her sweet, wet pussy reveals itself to me, her pink folds needing attention. Hands sliding under her asscheeks, I nudge my shoulder forward to spread her legs wider, which dangle over my shoulders now, and position myself right between her thighs, eye level with what’s mine.
She bucks for escape while she’s in the air, both of us kneeling, holding her. Despite her actions, she laughs. “Put me down.”
One swipe of my tongue over her sex, and her protest turns into a surrendering quiver. I inhale her perfumed scent that goes straight to my cock, my balls tightening, and I seal my mouth around her juicy offering and suck. She tastes sweet and so aroused, that I can’t stop from eating her like I’m devouring a peach.
Memories flood my brain of all the times I’ve claimed her, how they were too few and infrequent. What we shared is not enough and I have every intention of rectifying that. But the more I lick and drown in her pussy, the more all those thoughts fly out of my mind.
Bardhyl groans with his own growing arousal, mingling with Meira’s cries of pleasure. He gently lowers her shoulders and head to the blankets, while I grip her hips, latched on to her, holding her pussy nice and high. Her ass rests against my chest, so I take her weight.
He makes quick work of stripping, and his cock springs out of his shorts.
Meira reaches out for him. She sucks on her lower lip, then murmurs, “Come to me.”
I continue to lick and nibble on her inner lips. My tongue strokes her all the way down to her entrance, where I plunge into her.
She writhes beneath me, her legs quivering with the approaching climax. I feel it in her taste, in the swelling of her lips. Everything about her consumes me, while my need to release thunders through me.
Her body shudders as I slowly pull on her clit, and the image of her squirming and moaning undoes me. I invade every inch of her with my tongue, flicking with speed.
Her pelvis rocks against me with her mounting need.
She reaches over and palms Bardhyl’s thick shaft, pumping him back and forth. He roars, while I’m floating in my own fantasy. I can’t get enough of being buried face deep in her radiant throbbing core. This is everything I dream of. That saying about guys being an ass or tit lover… I’m a pussy man through and through.
The three of us bond in carnal desires, needing this pure connection after almost losing her. Unable to stop watching her, all I want is to hold her in my arms, never let go. She’s so beautiful, so innocent, so captivating.
Meira looks up at me, her expression overflowing with desire and confidence. She is no longer the scared girl whom Dušan brought to us from the woods, the girl who escaped Mad’s capture, the girl who kept running from us.
She is a goddess.
Her body quivers harder, her moans louder.
“Meira! Not yet. Don’t you think about cumming,” I command as I lick her sweet candy juice from my lips and chin. With her weight on me and holding her with one hand, I run two fingers across her spread offering. She’s velvety to the touch and so wet.
She turns over to look at me as she slips her lips over Bardhyl’s cock, taking him deep into that gorgeous mouth. Her fiery eyes drown on the edge of her orgasm. I see it in her eyes, how close she is.
Bardhyl pushes in and out of her mouth, and I sweep my touch down her slickness and press them into her opening. Her eyes widen as her inner walls clench around me, squeezing, and she moans from what’s coming.
“Not yet, Meira,” I remind her and I pull free just as Bardhyl slips out of her mouth.
MEIRA
The way Lucien says my name melts me, my whole body tightening. Those big, strong hands grasp my ass, his face buried between my thighs. My attention is glued on these two men’s bodies… powerful as steel, biceps bulging. There is something primal that makes the feminine side of me go crazy with lust over these men.
I try to respond, but only a faint moan slips over my throat as Lucien lowers my hips back to the blankets, and I want to scream. The ache deep inside me pulsing, and I’m out of my mind with holding on as they pause.
“That’s totally not fair,” I protest through gritted teeth, drawing my legs together to bring forward that exhilarating promise of pleasure.
“Not happening.” Lucien nudges my legs back open, holding them wide.
“I think she needs a bit more encouragement.” Bardhyl growls, a deep sound growing in his chest, one that reminds me of hunger.
“I’m ready to burst like a volcano.”
They exchange glances and smirk in a way that slightly scares me as to what they could be up to.
Lucien lowers his body over mine, and I arch my back in anticipation, then rock my pelvis upward to meet him.
“Please,” I whisper.
His mouth claims mine, kissing with an aching desire, and I return the favor, needing him so badly. The tip of his cock glides over my entrance. I must have him in me.
He lets out a delicious groan, and a flush of heat washes over me, a desperate yearning. Balancing on the fringe of a climax, he teases and teases, never fully giving me what I want.
“Lucien,” I beg into his gorgeous lips, tired of waiting.
He laughs, then pulls back.
I sit up, but before I can protest, Bardhyl reaches down and collects my hand. “Come to me,” he assures me.
He’s standing, his cock stiff and glistening from my mouth, and I can still taste his salty deliciousness.
Once I stand to face him, he makes little effort of leaning in and grasping the back of my thighs. In seconds, I’m up in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. I shift my pelvis back and forth, rubbing myself over the tip of his hardness.
I grip his round, iron shoulders as he closes in, our foreheads touching. “You’ve been away from me too long, sweet cheeks.”
Unceremoniously, he slides into me, his grasp on my hips pulling me down. That earlier ache intensifies as he goes deeper, stretching me. I cry out at first from his sheer size, and the pain turns into exhilaration.
“Take all of me,” he murmurs, the corded muscles in his neck twitching. He’s fighting the urge to just fuck me like a wild animal.
Buried in there, he kisses me, then draws out halfway, and slams back into me. The rhythm escalates, intensifying.
My arousal billows within me to the point of explosion… I’m chasing the climax, desperate for release.
Lucien’s strong hands clasp my waist from behind, and his chin props on my shoulder. “Are you ready for both of us, beautiful?”
I’m not exactly in a state to think straight, as I’m floating on clouds, and right now I want more. So much more.
“Yes,” I purr, remembering the last time I was taken from the rear and how incredible it felt once I got over the initial shock.
Bardhyl pauses his thrusting and steals my mouth with his as his hands part my ass cheeks.
Lucien wastes no time. His fingers glide over the wetness, over my rear, and I’m already so turned on, so wet, I’m ready to go. Positioning the tip of his dick at my entrance, he takes his time and presses into me.
I stiffen, but I’m in good hands. His mouth is on my shoulder, leaving a trail of pecks as he slowly nudges into me, widening me.