I had seen enough people die in my life that death and I were old friends by now, but this wasn’t the outcome I had wanted. As I stood, I found two of the three men who had accompanied me holding up a stranger while the third, Drake, ran toward me.
“Princess, we have to go! Now!” he screamed as he held his hand out to me, waiting for me to take it. A rumble sounded, like a combination of an earthquake and a volcano erupting, and that more than anything sent fear rocketing down my spine like a lightning bolt.
I took off at full speed, grabbing Drake’s hand and pulling him along behind me, racing to the portal that had appeared on the side of the arena, before this whole place collapsed. With Khidell dead, his magic was unraveling fast. I only hoped it also applied to the curse he had put on me.
Chapter Twelve
Blair
The house reappeared around us, as the flames seemed to condense in on one another. My heart pounded in my chest, and everything in me screamed at me to get away from the mage’s house. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one.
“Come on, we need to get gone,” Drake said, his voice a low growl.
I nodded, and the five of us, well, four of us, since Gage and Colt were carrying the dragon shifter, made our way out of the house. Before we could get clear of the room, a tinkling sound caught my attention. I turned and found an intricate glass key rolling on the floor.
Without questioning the instinct, I picked it up, and we all headed for the door. The handle of the key wasn’t what I would expect. A small skull fit neatly in the palm of my hand, while the blade of the key was as thick as my finger and made of glass. The whole thing glimmered in the light, as if under the glass, it had a core of opal.
We moved through the house, trying to avoid anything else, since we didn’t know if there were any mage traps around. Fortunately, along with the cage or whatever that was disappearing, the small indoor forest of thorns had vanished. The path to the front door and out of the house was blessedly clear.
It felt like only a few seconds later when we arrived back at the estate, but I knew it had to be at least an hour or more. My brain felt mushy and kept spitting random thoughts out that were so disjointed that I couldn’t follow them at all. The only one that kept popping up, the one that was like getting splashed in the face with ice cold water, was that I had killed a man, and not because I had taken too much blood, either. I had killed him with my bare hands.
The shifter was dropped at the infirmary, entrusted to the care of a doctor and nurse I knew to be loyal to my parents. The dragon would be questioned later. Finally, I was able to go back up to my room. I knew Colt was following me, but I didn’t know what to say. My mind wanted to shut off, but I needed to get clean first. There was something about everything that had happened that seemed to be etched on my skin.
Without pausing, I walked into the bathroom and stripped off the clothes. My vampire DNA had already healed my skin, so it was just the clothes that I had to worry about, and getting the smell of mage fire out of my hair. I cranked the silver handle, and water began flowing immediately from the showerhead that extended from the ceiling. After just a few seconds, I could see the steam rising from the tub, and I stepped in, letting the heat scald my skin as I tried to burn away the memories of what had happened.
I had been standing under the water for a few minutes when a knock sounded on the bathroom door. Without waiting for a response, Colt opened the door and came striding in, shucking off shoes and clothes as he went. My eyes feasted on the sight of him through the steamy glass. An appetizer of what was to come. The thought made my hunger stir.
When he stepped into the shower with me, I wasn’t the least bit surprised, and I didn’t mind the appreciative glance that drifted over my body as he approached. Water sluiced down my body, and the spray coming off me was making small rivulets on his. The sight was delicious, and I couldn’t help but let my own eyes wander over his physique.
Taut skin covered well-toned muscles, the kind that spoke of strength, but the useful kind. The mountains and valleys of his stomach only led further down to his manhood, something that I should be ashamed to be staring at so freely, but I couldn’t seem to look away, or care.
My mind was a blank wall, and the only thing breaking through was the hunger and the strange numbness. When his hands cupped my face and wiped at my cheeks, I realized for the first time that I was crying. I took a deep shuddering breath and could taste the salt from my tears on my lips.
“It’s okay, Princess. You’re okay,” he whispered as he pulled me into a tight hug.
“How can you look at me, let alone touch me?” I asked, as I pushed him away.
Colt gripped my shoulders and bent down so he could look me in the eye. “What happened was an accident. I saw it with my own eyes.”
“I killed someone!”
“He killed himself by trying to fight a royal vampire. You went there to talk. He attacked first. It’s not your fault.”
I slipped under his hands and into his personal space, crushing my lips against his. “Then help me think about something else or, better yet, nothing at all.”
“That is something I can definitely do,” he growled as he kissed me back with a ferocity I wasn’t expecting.
Colt’s tongue invaded my mouth, claiming it as his own while he pushed me up against the glass wall of the shower. The chilled smooth surface juxtaposed with the heat radiating from the water, and Colt’s body made my skin pebble and my nipples become painfully hard. I expected him to go straight for them since they were so obvious, but his hand slipped down my stomach to my legs instead.
He gently nudged my legs further apart, and I lifted one leg to wrap it around his hips. When his other hand came down and gripped my arse, lifting me so that I was pinned at just the right height for him to reach, his fingers slid into me, and I couldn’t help but moan as he gripped me and began making a curling motion with every thrust.
Soon enough, he had me riding the edge of an orgasm. Just as I was about to go over the edge, he’d pull out and let me breathe for a few seconds before ramping me back up again. Finally, he pushed me that little bit too far, and my orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami. I hadn’t even realized that I had bitten him until I had to swallow. As I pulled away from his neck, I licked the wound closed, the tremors of my orgasm still running through my body.
His cock was nudging against my opening in question, and when I looked up at him, I saw the same question in his eyes. The fire of lust that burned within me was reflected in those hazel depths. With one quick thrust, he was inside me, and I cried out as his cock triggered another wave of the orgasm.
I could feel myself clenching and releasing around him, but he just held steady, letting me come down from the high of my second orgasm. When he began to thrust, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was slick and muscular, his trim hips flexing into me as I writhed in pleasure against him, meeting him stroke for stroke.
“Bed,” I panted, wanting to be on top, to have him take me in more than one position.
Colt’s arms gripped me as he pulled me away from the shower wall and walked us to the bedroom without even pulling out. The sensation was enjoyable, if a little strange. He laid me on the bed, and before he could really get going, I rolled us so I was on top. He let me, somehow knowing that in that moment, I needed to be the one in control.
I planted my feet on either side of his hips and began riding him without mercy. As I pumped up and down on his long, hard shaft, I lost myself to the rhythm, driving us both ever higher in our quest for pleasure. He stretched and filled me in a way I had never experienced before. A way I didn’t want to give up.
His hands on my breasts drew me out of my hypnotic rhythm, and when a knock sounded at the door, we both froze.
“Guys, it’s Drake and Gage,” Drake’s low voice called through the wood-paneled door.
“We know you’re in there,” Gage added.
“You can tell them to go away,” Colt whi
spered, but I could tell from the lack of enthusiasm that that wasn’t what he really wanted. Suddenly, I realized that these men liked to share in more ways than one.
“We can, or we can invite them in,” I said, biting my lip.
“Why, Princess, how progressive of you.” He chuckled.
“I adapt quickly. Besides, who wouldn’t want to see a princess fucking her royal consort?” I asked, feeling butterflies in my stomach at the suggestion.
“Consort?” Colt’s eyes widened.
“The position is yours, if you want it?”
“I want you,” he growled, as he thrust up into me, grinding his hips against my own.
I leaned down and kissed him deeply, pouring all my emotions into that connection. When I pulled back, I said, “If you want them to come in, you have to ask them.” A wicked grin spread over my face as I began writhing on his cock, my hands going to his nipples and making him jerk under my touch.
“C-C-Come i-in,” he said, stuttering each time my fingers drifted over his nipples.
The door opened, and I didn’t stop in my movements. Instead of nerves or shame, all I felt was excitement at the thought of Gage and Drake watching me fuck my consort. Images of the two of them joining us danced through my head and had me on the edge of another orgasm.
“We can come back later,” Gage muttered, looking everywhere in the room but at us.
“Close the damn door. This show isn’t for everyone,” I said before I started pulsing up and down on Colt’s cock once again.
“Princess?” Drake asked, uncertainty ringing in his voice.
I looked over my shoulder at them and could clearly see not only the lust burning in the other man’s eyes but the tent in his trousers as well. “Did I stutter?” I asked.
“No, Princess,” Drake said as he shut the door and came over to stand where I could see him.
I wanted them all, craved them in a way I had never craved anything else in my long life. As I looked down at Colt, I saw his eyes drift over to Drake before seeking out Gage. It made me wonder what these boys had been up to before they’d met me.
“Drake, touch me,” I panted as I continued pushing Colt and me at a punishing pace. “Gage?”
“Make her come on me.” Colt ground the words out, and I could feel his body tense underneath me. He had to be close. I was surprised he’d been able to hold on as long as he had.
Drake’s hands cupped my breasts with a slow reverence that was the opposite of what I was looking for.
“Harder,” I groaned. Not only did Drake give me what I wanted, pinching my nipples between his fingers, but Colt was thrusting up to meet me in a way that had our skin slapping together.
Gage was behind me; I could sense his presence. When his finger touched my back entrance, I knew I should feel horrified that someone was touching me there, but all I could feel was the eroticism of the illicit behavior. All three of them seemed to sync almost immediately, and before I could even warn them, my orgasm crashed over me, making me buck on Colt’s cock, which only drove me higher.
Colt’s grunts let me know that he’d joined me in our blissed-out state. They were the only things I heard through the haze of my orgasm. I had fallen into a boneless heap, something that didn’t surprise me after three orgasms. Gentle hands lifted me off Colt’s cock, making me twitch all over again, before laying me on the bed. A warm washcloth was pressed between my thighs a moment later.
As much as I wanted to sleep and let myself sink into this blissful state, I couldn’t. After all, there was a dragon to question and a coronation to plan. All of that could wait just a little longer, though, as I snuggled into Colt’s arms. Gage and Drake joined us on the bed, and I knew that whatever happened between the four of us was going to be interesting.
Epilogue
Blair
“Tell me again,” I said as my post-sex brain still tried to make sense of the tale Drake and Gage were telling me.
“The dragon, Cian, was a prisoner of Khidell’s for maker only knows how long and was basically used as an executioner of sorts. The mage had a ring that he used to tie the two of them together and kept him bound to the prison we found him in. When it no longer sensed Khidell’s life force, it dissolved the prison, freeing him and us. Apparently, even if we had beaten Cian’s dragon form, we wouldn’t have made it out of there without Khidell’s ring,” Drake said.
“The fact that you—that he died was the only thing that saved us all,” Gage said. I knew there was some meaningful eye contact going on between Colt and the other men, but I couldn’t bring myself to care, and I wasn’t going to let the death of a mage who had tried to kill me multiple times take away my post-orgasmic high. I would deal with my guilt later.
“I’m glad he’s dead either way. The only thing I don’t understand is what he was prattling on about with the unification of mages and vampires. Not that it matters that much, since I’m not about to invite mages into our politics, especially now.”
“Your coronation ceremony will happen soon, and then you can tell the mages exactly where to shove it.” Drake laughed.
“I’ve got a few things I plan to do once I’m queen. One of them even involves the three of you.”
“Oh?” The black slashes of Gage’s eyebrows shot up, almost reaching his silky black hair.
I made an agreeable noise. “I’m planning on being a very naughty queen.” I giggled before I popped up from the bed, not minding my nakedness one bit. Being in bed with Colt and having Gage and Drake assist in bringing me to an orgasm had officially broken down any rules of propriety I had been holding on to. This was a new age, and these men were exactly the type of vampires I wanted to surround myself with. It didn’t hurt that I wanted to feed from, and fuck each of them, either.
The three of them watched as I sashayed to the bathroom and grabbed a robe. As much as my nakedness didn’t bother me, it felt weird trying to be serious when everything was just hanging out. Plus, I thought it might help them concentrate.
I could almost hear their groans as I covered up, and it made a smile spread over my face. I couldn’t wait to get to know them, and this strange new world, better.
“My queen, whatever you desire, we will make it yours,” Colt said, rising from the bed and striding to the middle of the large bedroom. The delicious man almost seemed proud of his nakedness. Once we made eye contact, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head. “I am your loyal servant. If you want me as consort, it would be my pleasure to stand by your side through whatever may come.”
Gage and Drake quickly followed suit, albeit without the nakedness. Once they were kneeling by their friend, Gage went first in some unspoken agreement. “You are my true queen, and I pledge to you my fealty.”
Drake jumped in when Gage was done. “My queen, I will stand with you through hardships and prosperity. Should you ever wish to feed from me, all you have to do is say the word and I will joyfully give you whatever you need.”
I looked at Colt, sure the question was obvious in my eyes, but I wasn’t ready to ask it aloud. I didn’t know these men as well as I knew Colt. If they became my consorts as well, we would need to do more than just have a quick roll in the hay. They could wait, and so could I. Besides, I still had to contend with my uncle.
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