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by Helen J Perry


  She turned her head to one side. Although she was laying down, her head was propped on more pillows. He knelt beside her head and fed her his long shaft. She couldn't take it all. She looked up at him. Even like this he seemed the sure of himself dominant male taking control. She liked the feeling of him and his brothers using her.

  The satisfaction was mutual. They'd all made a point of ensuring she gave consent. Even so, she had a weakness for cocky bastards. These three brothers fitted the bill, especially Victor who had haughty arrogance off to a fine art. And why not? He was stunning to look at, avian royalty, and possessed magical powers.

  “I know this is what you want.” Victor spoke in a sultry voice.

  Where Victor was audacious, Corbin was sweet and tender. Waldrom simply projected the confidence of the man who would be king.

  From her other side Waldrom whispered, “We all know what you want. Your soul spoke to ours. Your desires are like an open book to us and we share them.”

  Corbin's tongue flicked over Brenna's clit.

  They knew what she wanted, a fact she found so erotic

  “Your soul spoke to mine and told me we were a perfect match,” Victor said. He leaned in a little closer. His cock filling her mouth just a little beyond what was comfortable. She was almost gagging. But not quite. It felt incredible.

  Brenna whimpered, not even sure what Victor was referring to, but yes. It was probably true. When he with drew his cock completely she said, "Oh, yes."

  And she felt it. Just, yes.

  It seemed that Brenna's soul was perfectly happy to share her innermost private fantasies with these three men and act them out for real.

  There was no fighting it. Why should she? Brenna was coming undone, and the strange raven princes knew all her buttons and exactly how to press them.

  Fucking her in every way in front of a crowd of strangers, Brenna would usually prefer not to comment.

  With three red-hot princes was the icing on the wedding cake.

  “Victor,” Brenna moaned. She looked up at Victor. “Oh god…”

  She tried to stay still and let Corbin take complete control, but she couldn't stop writhing with pleasure. Forcefully, he took charge. With a self-assured assertiveness he thrust his cock into her. Watching, with a smirk on his face when Brenna gasped, Victor pushed his cock in her mouth.

  Waldrom's fingers were on her asshole and she felt life could get no better than this.

  Corbin fucked her hard, deep in a way that was just so fucking right.

  On the outskirts of the room, Brenna heard the slapping of skin against skin and moans becoming louder.

  More of the others also engaged in uninhibited sex.

  Brenna knew hungry eyes devoured her and watched their show. She felt their gaze and their greed. She knew her body, and all the things the princes were doing to it, was making those on the outskirts hot and turned on.

  She knew she was inspiring a room full of strangers to have sex.

  Wanton and debauched. Like something from her most private fantasies.

  Brenna loved it.

  She wanted them to see.

  She wanted all of them to see her fucked by three men.

  To see her take pleasure in this way with their princes and heirs to the throne.

  She bucked her hips and gasped.

  Hands were all over her.

  Fingers teased her nipples.

  Fingers stroked her ass cheeks and her asshole.

  "Come for me. Don't hold back. Let them see how good we are together," Corbin instructed.

  “You're so good,” Victor praised.

  Waldrom's cock rubbed against the crack of her ass, but not entering. “You’re doing so well. Lead them, hatchling. Lead them into pleasure. They adore you. I adore you.”

  Brenna blinked back tears. This was her doing—she was the purpose behind the ceremony and the driving force behind each orgasm about to happen.

  Her.

  Taking a shuddering breath, she was already shaking from pleasure and the thrill of the exhibition.

  She did as requested.

  Without shame or inhibition, she cried out loudly, as one orgasm after another pulsed through her. Wave after wave of euphoria washed over her, taking her higher to an ultimate climax.

  She felt powerful—there was power in being desired. And so long as no one touched her, Brenna loved the attention. She would live in the perverted fantasies of the princes' subjects.

  The princes’ consort. The woman that the princes had claimed as their own before those gathered in the palace. A treasure to look upon, but never to touch.

  Brenna felt adored as she’d never been before. And powerful as their chosen lover. No other role would ever be as important.

  Having come inside her, Corbin pulled out.

  Snapping back to reality, Brenna gasped. She missed the fullness but there were two other men beside her with hard cocks aching for satisfaction.

  Victor swiftly took Corbin's place and Waldrom moved into Victor's former position.

  The rest of the night was lost to further pleasure and Brenna wouldn’t have had it any other way.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Brenna woke up the next morning on the pillow, curled against Victor’s side. Someone was behind her.

  She blinked a few times to clear the blurriness from her eyes, then rolled over to discover Waldrom, it was only when she sat up she found Corbin was the other side of his eldest brother.

  Many of the people on the outskirts of the room had dispersed during the night, and those who remained were still fast asleep. Before she got far, Victor hooked an arm around her waist and dragged her back across the pillow. Brenna let out a laugh.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Victor asked affectionately. He kissed the back of Brenna’s head.

  “To find a bathroom. How many times did we make love last night? I need to shower.”

  “We made love all night.” Victor kissed her again. “You were insatiable.”

  “It was the hottest thing I’d ever done in my life, having sex in front of people like that.”

  “They adore you, just like I knew they would.” Victor sounded satisfied, and that made Brenna happy in turn. “I can’t remember a better Ceremony of Life and Death.”

  “Me neither,” agreed Waldrom, he appeared to still be asleep, but evidently he was awake.

  “And do things like this happen often?” Brenna asked. After last night, she felt energized, and she felt silly. “Is this going to be a royal duty we have to fulfill? Having public sex in front of your subjects?”

  “Mm. No.” Victor nuzzled against the back of her head. “We have them to celebrate the passing of royal life and the addition of royal life.”

  “Addition?”

  “I think, in mortal terms, you might refer to this as an engagement party,” Waldrom stated as if it were no big deal. His eyes remained shut.

  Brenna’s blood ran cold. Her enthusiasm shriveled. “A what?”

  Victor didn’t seem to notice her discomfort. He kept an arm loosely hooked over Brenna’s waist and pressed a tender kiss to the back of her head. “The Ceremony of Life and Death marks the start or the end of life in the royal family. We have formalized the intent to start your life as a royal.”

  Brenna didn’t know what to say. On a fundamental level, she recognized that the three princes were her soulmates. The ties that bound them were impossible to deny, and Brenna knew that she’d never feel for another person as deeply as she felt for these men, but to get engaged? Without discussing it? They’d hardly knew each other. She’d only met Victor and Corbin at the party itself.

  It was insanity.

  “Waldrom,” Brenna said hesitantly. “No one told me that the ceremony was about… that.”

  “It’s a common fact of life here in the palace. It wouldn’t occur to anyone, I suppose.” He still didn't open his eyes.

  Brenna wasn’t sure if she should believe him.

  O
n the balcony of the room right over the ocean, Waldrom had told her not to worry about it, and that everything was going to be okay. He knew Brenna wasn’t familiar with the culture of this dimension. So why the oversight?

  “In the days to come, we’ll busy ourselves with planning for the formal commitment ceremony,” Victor continued. “Once that occurs, you shall officially be our lifelong partner, and a valued member of the royal family.”

  Brenna rolled away from Victor and sat up. The pillow sucked her in, and she grimaced. Engaged? Married? Had Waldrom taken her home for the first time in order to tie her down?

  Without a doubt, she loved Waldrom and his brothers. As cheap as it felt to fall in love so hard and so fast, the circumstances were extraordinary. The kind of love she shared with them spanned dimensions and drew Brenna in, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to settle down so soon. Not by a long shot.

  “How can I join the royal family when I know nothing about it? The land or your family or your customs?”

  “You will learn, hatchling. And you will be looked after.” Victor sounded sincere and reassuring.

  “But how can I be your partner if you don’t tell me anything?” Brenna asked, ruffled. “All this time Waldrom told me, it’s not important, but it is. Who you are, what you were doing when I found you, and what the ceremony was for… between you, you’ve been hiding all of it from me. You're so presumptuous.”

  “But it’s not anything bad, hatchling.” Victor sounded mildly distressed. He sat up and met Brenna’s eye. “None of it was done maliciously. Sometimes it’s just best to experience before you understand.”

  “Not when it comes to getting married, it isn’t!”

  Waldrom opened his eyes at last and sat up, obviously aware that Brenna wasn't happy.

  Those on the outskirts of the room were starting to stir, but Brenna didn’t care. Waldrom and the brothers hadn’t been transparent with her from the start and needed to be called out on it. “How do you expect me to be your partner when you don’t confide in me, not even simple things?”

  Victor furrowed his brow.

  Brenna stood. “After the fact. It’s always after the fact. If you’re so set on making us partners, then why can’t you afford me an equal standing? Why don’t I deserve to know what's going on?”

  There were whispers. Brenna thought they sounded angry. She knew she was asking for trouble picking a fight with a prince, but she couldn’t let this slide.

  Wordlessly, with one hand, Waldrom shook Corbin awake.

  “Hatchling, your feathers are ruffled,” Victor said soothingly. He patted the soft bed between them. “If you don’t want to come back down here to make it up, let’s go back to my room. We shouldn’t be fighting.”

  “Is that how you want to deal with problems?” Brenna asked. “You want to pretend they don’t exist? Brush them aside? That’s not how it’s going to work. It can’t be. If we’re going to be together, I need to know I have someone I can talk to. You can be sweet all you want, but what point is there to being in a relationship if we can’t trust each other?”

  More whispers started. Some people in the room stood. A couple took a cautious step in Brenna’s direction, and Brenna squared her shoulders and braced herself for the worst. She couldn’t stand up for herself if there were a fight, nor would she be able to fend off a palace full of people. If it came down to it, she was at the mercy of the princes and their people.

  She had no one to blame but herself.

  Victor looked troubled. So did Waldrom. Neither made a move to stand.

  “I trust you,” Waldrom said.

  “You have a really strange way of showing it.” Brenna crossed her arms over her chest. All the attention was beginning to bother her. Last night, when it had been about fun and pleasure, she’d reveled in it. Now she wished it would go away. “I… I don’t think I want this. Not right now.”

  “You don’t want what?” Victor genuinely looked confused.

  “This. Isn't it obvious?” Brenna gestured around the room, then locked her arms back over her chest. “I thought we were going to take things a little slower. I didn’t realize you all wanted to marry me.”

  “What else would we want?” Waldrom’s brow furrowed. His lips pushed together. “I don’t understand what you thought would happen when I took you home. Of course, I would stake my claim. From the very first night we met, we told you that this would be forever. You consented.”

  “I…” Exasperated and defeated, Brenna knew that Victor was right, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. “You seduced me.” She pointed an accusing finger at Victor.

  “You always had the chance to say no,” he replied.

  “I thought I was dreaming!”

  “Hatchling,” Waldrom said stiffly. “Perhaps it is in our best interest if we continue this conversation in my private chambers.”

  Brenna looked over her shoulder. Several of the sturdier men had approached, their expressions solemn. At a moment’s notice, Brenna did not doubt that they would descend upon her and remove the threat. Not that she could physically threaten these three strong brothers.

  She didn’t want to cause a scene.

  “All right.” Brenna looked back at Waldrom. “Can we go then, please?”

  Corbin looked as if he realized what had been discussed even though he'd only just awoke.

  “Yes.” Victor stood. Waldrom and Corbin followed suit. Despite the conversation that had just passed between them, they maintained their regal composure, but all looked solemn and concerned. The light had gone from their eyes. “Let’s.”

  They walked to Waldrom’s room. Waldrom and Brenna side by side, the younger brothers following behind. But Brenna had never felt more alone.

  When they entered, the black silk sheets and the endless candles looked familiar. Similar to the room in her dreams, but not exactly alike.

  Waldrom’s room was deep in the cliff, located at the end of a labyrinth of hallways. Brenna helped herself to the bed and curled up beneath the sheets, feeling exposed and bitter. She had no idea where her clothes were.

  “You’ve hurt me.” Waldrom voice was controlled, but Brenna still heard the sad disappointment in it. “I don’t understand why you’re acting this way. Our souls are one, hatchling.”

  “That you don’t understand where I’m coming from is part of the problem.” Brenna sat up. She kept the sheets wrapped around her like a cloak. “How is it that you can take such huge steps without consulting me first? We've only just met.”

  Corbin stepped forward. “Our fates are entwined.” He looked as if he was struggling to explain something incredibly simple and self-evident to someone who obstinately refused to understand.

  Victor shrugged.

  “You know what?” Brenna pinched her shoulders together. “We’re responsible for our own fate, and if you keep acting the way you’re acting, ours are not going to be so entwined.”

  The three princes' mouths dropped open with visible shock.

  For a moment no one said anything and then in a trembling voice Waldrom said, “Do you know what you’re saying? I don’t understand. You promised us this was what you wanted. We are to be wed. We will make you our princess—one day you will serve at my side as I rule over these lands. You did consent. I did ask.”

  It was true. Brenna remembered. But she hadn’t understood the enormity of those discussions.

  “Do you understand how strong you’re coming on? How much you’re asking of me? I’m fresh out of college. I’m a human. From another world.”

  Victor looked away.

  Corbin stared at the floor.

  Waldrom spoke for them. “It shouldn’t matter. This is what is meant to happen. I don’t know why you’re fighting it.”

  “And I don’t know why you’re not fighting for it.” Brenna let her gaze linger on Waldrom. The man looked sexy and gorgeous. He'd probably never been rejected in his entire life. And he looked sad beyond measure.

  Victor h
ad his back to them. But the sorrow pouring from him was palpable.

  As Corbin studied the floor, Brenna saw tears had escaped his eyes and were trickling over his cheeks.

  Only Waldrom spoke. “I don't understand you. We would fight to the death for you. We want to marry you and already our souls are eternally bound to yours. What is it you want?”

  Brenna sighed. She wanted to lash out and cry all at once. “I wish you would try to understand me. I know you’re the prince and you’re bound to this world, but I’m not from here. I don’t understand this place like you do. I don’t get the customs and the culture. I haven’t even been here for twenty-four hours. I need time.”

  “How much?” Waldrom stood as proud and tall as he could, but Brenna heard the panic in his voice. The discussion injured him. The thought made her heart ache.

  “I can get us breakfast. Or perhaps I can let you rest and catch up on your sleep through the rest of the morning, and we can dine at noon together.”

  “No. I mean… I need time.” Brenna fidgeted with the sheets. “Like… days. Weeks.”

  As if Brenna's words had landed physical blow after blow, Waldrom was visibly shaken, and he said nothing.

  Corbin buried his face in his hands.

  Victor turned to look at her. While not crying, his face was pale, and he looked ill.

  “I like you, I really do. I just need to think about what’s happened. Humans don’t just jump into marriage like that. Not most of them. It’s… a big commitment.”

  “I don’t understand you.” Victor sat down on the edge of the bed and sank his face into his hands. “I can’t understand why you deny a soul bond like this. Why prolong the inevitable? If you don’t already feel like you’re in love with us, you will in time. The bond we have guarantees it.” His voice shook, his usual air of conceit completely gone.

  “People where I’m from wait years before getting married, even if they’re in love,” Brenna said softly. She wanted to comfort Victor, to put her arms around him, but feared that might not help.

  “People, where you're from, don’t experience soul bonding,” Corbin suddenly retorted. “It’s not the same. Please, hatchling, don’t take this the wrong way.”

 

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