“Hurry,” Rianne gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as they rounded the top of the stairs.
“Take her,” Nikolas practically snarled, handing her off to Dorin as they came to her bedroom door.
Undeterred, Rianne pulled Dorin in for a kiss, their tongues tangling between them as his hands moved to cup her ass, grinding her against him. He nibbled on her bottom lip as he backed her into the room, one of his hands snaking up to take hold of a swollen breast. His fingers tweaked the nipple until Rianne cried out, throwing her head back in ecstasy.
“So beautiful,” Dorin murmured, his lips sucking and nipping at her exposed neck.
She felt Nikolas unlacing the back of her gown, causing the material to slip down and pool at her waist, quickly followed by her shift being thrown across the room. He moved closer until his chest pressed against her back, his hands moving around her torso to cup her breasts for Dorin’s lips. Dorin surrendered the nipple he was working to move to the other, his tongue licking the sensitive bud until Rianne was practically sobbing. Everything within her ached, and she needed them to ease it, to bring her to that explosive climax she’d come to crave with every fiber of her being.
“Easy, danalya. We have all night,” Dorin hushed her, rising to give her a chaste kiss.
She wanted to hit him, hit them both, for teasing her. Her entire body felt as though it was on fire from their touch. At any moment she felt as though she was going to combust from the pressure building between her legs. In an effort to ease the ache, Rianne began moving against Dorin’s leg. His hands fisted in the folds of her skirt, his knees pressing right against her pussy.
“I think we’ll have to ease her down,” Dorin murmured to Nikolas.
“Obviously.” Nikolas chuckled roughly, sounding as though he were in pain.
“Hold her,” Dorin said as he knelt before her.
Nikolas’s arms tightened around her when she tried to follow Dorin to the floor, and she gave a whimper of distress until Nikolas’s fingers pinched her nipples. Her head fell back against Nikolas’s shoulder with a startled gasp, her hands moving to grip Nikolas’s larger ones as he tormented her sensitive breasts.
“Look,” Nikolas rumbled in her ear, shifting his shoulder until her head fell forward.
She looked down to see Dorin kneeling in front of her, his hands pulling down her skirt until she was completely bare between them. Dorin flashed her a sexy smile as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. Confused, but still excited about what he planned on doing, Rianne watched as he moved until he was directly in front of her pussy. Rianne gasped as he licked at her trembling thighs, cleaning the juices that had escaped. When his lips settled over her clit and he gently sucked, she screamed, turning her face into Nikolas’s neck as her entire body clenched through her orgasm. Dorin groaned and began licking between her labia, his tongue slipping inside her still-pulsing opening until she was nothing but a trembling mass of nerves.
“Stop. Please,” Rianne panted, her nails digging into Nikolas’s hands as Dorin continued to slowly lick her lower lips.
Dorin looked up at her, his face glistening with the juices from her climax, and gently lowered her leg back to the floor. He remained kneeling in front of her, his hands holding her hips as he kissed the soft skin of her pelvis. Nikolas settled his palms over her breasts, simply holding her against him as she came down from the high Dorin had just sent her on. Rianne reached down with one hand to run her fingers through Dorin’s hair, feeling him sigh against her skin.
Once Rianne had been allowed to catch her breath, Nikolas bent down and lifted her into his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she settled her head against his shoulder as he took her to the bed and laid her down. She blinked up at him as Dorin came to stand beside him, the two of them dark shadows in the flickering light of the fire.
Dorin moved to join her on the bed as Nikolas began stripping out of his shirt. One of Dorin’s hands traveled from her hip, over her stomach, across her breasts, to slip around her neck. He lifted her from the bed, his mouth slanted across hers as he ran his other hand up and down her torso, his fingers tickling across her ribs. The feel of his tunic and trousers against her bare skin proved to be highly erotic. Rianne spread her legs to feel Dorin’s cloth-covered thigh against her bare pussy.
The bed dipped on the other side, and Rianne felt Nikolas move in behind her, his bare skin hot against her own. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back and away from Dorin, giving him the chance to stand and undress. Nikolas began nipping at her neck as she watched Dorin undress, his eyes never leaving the bed. She found it impossible to look away as he shucked his trousers, her eyes fastening on the extended length of his cock. He wasn’t as thick as Nikolas’s impressive size, but his was about half an inch longer. Completely wrapped up in Dorin, she failed to notice Nikolas’s hand drifting down until he slipped it between her legs, his fingers parting her labia and toying with her clit.
“Oh, God!” Rianne cried out, falling back against Nikolas.
“Gods, you’re so wet,” Nikolas groaned, nibbling on her ear.
The bed dipped again, this time in front of her, and she felt Dorin move toward her front. She reached blindly for him, her hands connecting with his face as he drew closer to her breast. She was quickly coming to the conclusion that Dorin had an oral fixation as he began suckling one nipple while pinching and twisting the other.
As if the two men had planned it, Nikolas lifted her leg over his hip while Dorin shifted until his cock was teasing her pussy.
“Hold on to me, capora,” Nikolas rasped, holding her tighter.
Rianne clutched his arms around her waist as Dorin reached down to position himself at her entrance. Dorin lifted his head, pressing his lips to hers, effectively distracting her from the fact that he was about to take her virginity. While he played with her mouth with teeth and tongue and Nikolas continued to assault her neck while holding tightly to her hands, Dorin gave a swift thrust, tearing past her barrier with a speed that stole her breath.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just breathe, danalya. It’ll get better,” Dorin murmured, running his fingers through her hair frantically.
Surprisingly, it did. The burning of his initial penetration began to fade under Nikolas’s skilled hands and Dorin’s repeated pleas for forgiveness, and with the fading of the pain came an ache greater than anything she’d felt before.
Unable to verbalize her need, Rianne arched between her two mates, moaning desperately when his cock slid in another inch.
“Please,” Rianne finally managed to gasp, her fingers clawing at Nikolas’s arms wrapped around her.
“I’ll try to go slow,” Dorin promised as he began moving.
Rianne wanted to tell him she didn’t want slow, she wanted fast and hard, anything to get rid of the impossible ache burning through her stomach, but she could only give soft cries as he slid in and out, going deeper with each pass.
Nikolas kept one arm wrapped around her waist while the other drifted down between her and Dorin’s bodies, to rub enticingly at her swollen clit. It was torture, plain and simple, and she knew she was going to die from it. Each thrust on Dorin’s part sent her rocking against Nikolas, whose cock was hard and pressed between the cheeks of her ass. The feeling was deliciously erotic, a forbidden feeling she’d never thought to experience but had always hoped for. Her entire body trembled as she imagined Nikolas pounding her ass while Dorin hammered away at her pussy. The image proved to be too much for her senses, and she cried out as her second climax of the night took her over.
“Oh, gods,” Dorin groaned as she squeezed his cock, inducing his own orgasm.
She felt his cum splash inside of her as he throbbed inside her tight walls, his face buried in the column of her throat. His hands dug into her hips, no doubt leaving bruises that would appear the next morning, but she didn’t care as she rode the greatest high of her life between two men who had come to mean more to her than air.
Nikolas gave a rough grunt from behind her, and she felt streams of hot liquid hit her lower back from his pulsating cock. She reached back to grip the hard length, making him curse against her neck as she pumped him with one hand while the other remained tangled with his on her breast. Only when he’d given it all to her did she release him and turn so she was lying on her back. She hissed slightly as Dorin’s cock slid out of her, the forgotten burning sensation returning with a vengeance.
“Easy, capora,” Nikolas soothed, helping her to lie back.
“That was amazing, but damn, I wasn’t expecting it to hurt so much after,” Rianne grumbled as Dorin rose from the bed.
“It’ll get better,” Nikolas assured her, running a hand across her stomach.
“Let me see,” Dorin requested as he returned to the bed, wet rag in hand.
Rianne spread her legs reluctantly, blushing in embarrassment as Dorin gently cleaned up the blood and cum leaking from her. She hissed as the rag rubbed against the raw part of her vagina, feeling bad when Dorin winced.
“It’s okay, Dorin. It’s not that bad,” Rianne tried to reassure him.
“I never want to hurt you,” Dorin whispered, tossing aside the rag to lay beside her.
“It was worth it. Besides, imagine how bad it would’ve been if you’d let Nikolas go first. He might’ve torn me in two,” Rianne attempted to tease.
“Still might.” Nikolas growled from her other side.
“Hush. You will not, and you know it,” Rianne scolded with a slap at his chest.
“You were amazing,” Dorin told her, leaning forward to kiss her sweetly.
“So were you. It was better than I could’ve hoped for, and as soon as my coochie stops hurting, I want to do it again and again and again. And then I want to do it with you both.” Rianne grinned wickedly.
“I think we’ve created a monster,” Nikolas mused nonchalantly.
“Better believe it. Now hush so I can get some sleep,” Rianne demanded, smiling to take the sting from her words.
“I love you, danalya,” Dorin murmured, kissing her one last time.
“As do I,” Nikolas added, stealing a kiss for himself.
“And I love you both. Now, sleep,” Rianne commanded, snuggling into their embrace.
In less than a month, her entire world had become wrapped around the two men who held her as if she were the most precious thing in their world. As she drifted off to sleep with the sound of their breathing, she knew they were the already the biggest part of hers.
Chapter Eleven
Music played softly in the background as Rianne danced with her mate’s father. Silal had stolen her away from Dorin and Nikolas after breakfast, claiming it was time to begin her training if Dorin was to take the crown within the month. Visess watched from the side, offering words of encouragement and advice as Rianne worked to follow the complicated steps of a country dance.
“Do not look at your feet,” Silal said for what felt like the fiftieth time.
“Maybe someday I’ll be able to dance without looking at my feet, but right now, I need to watch them to make sure they do as they’re told,” Rianne retorted, frustrated with the morning’s lesson.
“Silal, darling, why don’t we take a break? I’m sure Dorin and Nikolas are anxious to spend some time with their mate,” Visess suggested, easily diffusing the situation.
Rianne made her escape before Silal could stop her, slipping from the ballroom and instantly picking up four bodyguards. They were different from the ones she’d had in the days prior but no less intimidating. Instinctively, she turned toward the dining room, unsurprised when she found both Dorin and Nikolas seated at the rather long table. Both looked up as soon as she entered with her entourage.
“How long do I have to be followed around like a naughty child?” Rianne complained as she plopped down between them.
“Until the shooter is found,” Dorin answered, leaning in to kiss her hello.
His lips lingered over hers, his tongue darting out to lick the seam of her lips before pulling away slowly. The smile that spread across his face promised all kind of wicked delights as soon as they were locked within their room. Nikolas’s arm draping across the back of her chair pulled her attention to him as he lowered his head to give her a hello kiss of his own. He held back nothing, his tongue sweeping inside and tangling with her own in a forceful display of passion. When he finally allowed her to break away in order to breathe, her entire body felt heated and flushed.
“How did your morning lessons go?” Nikolas asked, his voice husky and low.
“Okay,” Rianne answered, still slightly breathless.
Nikolas gave a wry grin, as if understanding and proud of the effect he had on her. Blushing furiously, she turned to her plate as one of the footmen placed her lunch in front of her. She noticed neither Dorin nor Nikolas had anything on the plate in front of them.
“You were a bit late, danalya.” Dorin chuckled, noticing her looks.
“Not my fault your father is some sort of dance Nazi,” Rianne grumbled, stabbing her fish more violently than necessary.
She realized neither one had gotten the reference when they both gave her confused looks, but didn’t both trying to explain. It would be too difficult to give them a human history lesson over lunch.
“Are you Jewish?” Dorin asked.
She nearly choked on her grilled fish and Nikolas had to slap her back a few times before she could breathe again. They both stared at her with wide-eyed concern until she waved them off.
“You know about the Holocaust?” Rianne asked between gasps.
“Of course. We keep as current as possible on all issues in the human realm. It’s why we send out scouts every few years. Usually decades have passed in the human realm, and we are able to gain vast amounts of historical information in a relatively short amount of time,” Dorin explained, twirling a finger in her hair.
“That’s so weird,” Rianne mumbled, shaking her head slightly at the new information.
“Just because humans have forgotten about us doesn’t mean we want to forget about them. It would be highly unfortunate if an army of humans suddenly arrived with weapons and intelligence we had no concept of,” Dorin insisted.
“So you cross the portals to prepare for a war that may never happen?” Rianne asked skeptically.
“We need to be prepared,” Dorin shrugged.
“Swords and claws are good for a war between shifters and magi, but in a battle between humans and us, we need to be able to protect ourselves from their guns and weapons,” Nikolas added.
“But there won’t be a war, right? I mean, no one knows the portals exist in the human realm,” Rianne pointed out, becoming slightly anxious at the thought of a war happening and her men being in the middle of it.
“The Hunters know we exist, and they pass the knowledge down to their children. They keep quiet because they don’t want us to return. If they let it be known we exist, we could cross the portals easier. We would find allies in the human realm, and that’s not something they want, so they keep us a secret, and we keep sneaking in to gain knowledge on what’s happening in their world,” Dorin told her.
Rianne could hardly believe what she was hearing, but the casual way Dorin delivered the news couldn’t be questioned. He was completely serious, and that terrified her. From what she’d read in the journal, the Hunters were brutal in their goal to exterminate shifters and the magi. They were worse than the Nazis during World War II, more terrifying than Hitler himself. They were sadistic in the worse sense of the word, torturing entire shifter towns before eradicating them.
A sudden urge overcame her to look through the journal again, to read what else Merlin had to say about the Hunters, to find out how to stop them. The feeling was so powerful her hands actually began to shake.
“Easy,” Nikolas murmured, pulling her close.
He lifted her until she was nestled against his chest, half sitting in his lap. Dorin took
her empty seat, his face drawn as he took a hand in hers.
“Rianne, listen to me. We have no reason to believe there will ever be a war. It’s just a precautionary measure. Breathe, danalya,” Dorin murmured soothingly.
She inhaled shakily, her fingers clenching around his hand. Eventually, she calmed down, resting her head against Nikolas’s shoulder. The feel of his lips pressing against her temple was more powerful than the pull to the journal and she turned in his embrace, pressing her body closer to his. Dorin’s finger traced along her mating marks, adding a deeper level of peace to her suddenly languid body.
“I don’t want to learn how to dance anymore,” Rianne mumbled into Nikolas’s neck.
His chest moved beneath her as he gave a rough laugh, and Dorin smiled weakly.
“What do you say we go for a ride?” Dorin suggested.
“Please,” Rianne agreed, realizing it was exactly what she needed.
“Come on,” Dorin said, helping her to stand.
“You’re coming, too,” Rianne insisted, looking up at Nikolas.
“Anything you say, capora,” Nikolas agreed with a wry grin.
* * * *
Rianne wasn’t sure what to think when Nikolas introduced her to his mount, Byntwor. The creature looked as though it came from a horse that had mated with a lizard. Black scales covered his entire body, giving him a sort of shine in the noonday light. Completely different from her and Dorin’s pegamies, Nikolas had proclaimed Byntwor to be an erpetrus.
“Why does he look so angry?” Rianne asked as Nikolas introduced them.
“Probably upset that I haven’t ridden him in a while,” Nikolas answered, patting the huge beast affectionately.
Byntwor snorted, his hoof stomping the ground as he threw back his head.
“Don’t worry. He won’t hurt you,” Nikolas assured her, pulling her closer so Byntwor could sniff her.
Worried he was going to bite her, Rianne tried to stay as far away from his teeth as possible, but Nikolas’s arm around her waist dragged her closer until she was less than a foot away from his teeth.
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