“Be nice, Byntwor,” Nikolas warned the erpetrus.
Byntwor snorted again before pressing his nose into Rianne’s shoulder. Surprised, she squeaked and attempted to jump back, but Nikolas kept her still. She shook as Byntwor sniffed her over, his hot breath ruffling her hair. When he gave a sort of sneeze and backed away, Nikolas laughed.
“He smells us on you,” Nikolas informed her before she could ask.
“He doesn’t like it?” Rianne asked, confused and a little offended by the beast’s reaction.
“Oh, no. He likes it,” Nikolas said as Byntwor pranced in front of them.
When he gave a loud whinny, Nikolas laughed again, throwing his head back as Byntwor began circling them.
“What’s he doing?” Rianne asked, unable to keep from smiling at the display.
“He wants us to ride him,” Nikolas told her after he’d calmed down enough.
“Why is that so funny?” Rianne pressed.
“Because that damned erpetrus hates everybody. The only reason he lets me ride him is because he knows what’ll happen if he doesn’t. One sniff and he’s completely devoted to you,” Nikolas explained.
Rianne looked at Byntwor with new eyes, smiling when he shook his large head at her before nudging her hand with his nose. She rubbed along his scales tentatively until she knew he wasn’t going to suddenly bite her. Nikolas stood behind her, shaking his head at the display.
That’s how Dorin found them moments later when he came out of the forest, Alyla and Rysad in tow.
“Well, look at that. She’s turned your mount domestic,” Dorin exclaimed with a wide grin.
“I can see that. Damned thing won’t do me a lick of good on the battlefield now,” Nikolas grumbled, but his grin took any serious anger out of his words.
“Good. He doesn’t need to be going off to war and neither do you,” Rianne shot over her shoulder.
“I thought we came out here to forget about wars,” Dorin interrupted their argument before Nikolas could offer a rebuttal.
Rianne gave him a sly grin before practically skipping over to Alyla.
“Hey, girl,” Rianne cooed, running a hand through her soft fur.
Byntwor and Rysad were nickering back and forth to each other, both of them prancing anxiously. Nikolas and Dorin stood between them, watching the show curiously. The two mounts walked toward each other slowly, sniffing and snorting until they were face to face. With a few tosses of their heads, they separated and Rysad moved to stand on one side of Alyla while Byntwor moved to the other.
“By the gods,” Nikolas gaped.
“I can’t believe they just did that,” Dorin added.
“What happened?” Rianne asked as the three mounts nickered back and forth.
“They just formed a triad,” Dorin told her.
“Like us?” Rianne asked.
“Basically. I’ve never seen anything like that before. Have you?” Dorin asked Nikolas, who continued to stare at the horses with wide eyes.
“Never,” Nikolas finally managed to spit out.
“It makes sense, though, doesn’t it? I mean, you said Alyla was waiting for me. Maybe Rysad and Byntwor were waiting for Alyla to have a rider before they formed a bond,” Rianne offered by way of explanation.
“Whatever the reason, they’re all bonded now,” Dorin said.
“Well, are we going to stare at them all day or are we going to ride?” Rianne pressed, already moving around to mount Alyla.
Dorin sprung forward, helping her onto the beast’s back before mounting his own ride. Nikolas moved a bit slowly, eyeing Byntwor cautiously before climbing onto his back.
“Let’s go.” Rianne grinned, spurring Alyla into action.
“Hold up there,” Dorin called, catching up with her and cutting her off.
“What?” Rianne huffed.
“Nik and I have something to show you.” Dorin grinned, turning Rysad around and leading the way.
“Well, you could have told me that before we mounted,” Rianne said with a mock-angry glare.
“And ruin the surprise?” Nikolas teased, riding beside her.
“I don’t know if I can handle any surprises from the two of you. I think I’ve had enough shocks to my system to last a lifetime,” Rianne insisted.
“You’ll like this surprise. Trust me,” Nikolas murmured, his voice going husky.
Rianne shivered as the tone of his voice wrapped around her like a blanket fresh out of the dryer.
It didn’t take long before they came upon a small hut in the middle of a glade. Smoke was billowing from the top of the chimney, the promise of warmth incredibly inviting after being out in the cold. She was a little wary at first, unsure of whether or not she wanted to meet the person who would live so far away from the village outside the castle, but when Dorin and Nikolas both dismounted, she did as well.
“What is this place?” Rianne asked, taking Dorin’s hand.
“This is your surprise.” Dorin grinned, waving her through the doorway.
She walked in to find the hut was basically a one-room cottage. A wood stove warmed one half of the room while a decent-size fire worked at heating up the other half. The shutters were closed over the window, helping to keep some of the harsher cold out. Shivering at the drastic change in temperature, Rianne eagerly moved to stand in front of the fire, holding out her hands over the flames.
“Who lives here?” Rianne asked, looking around as Nikolas closed the door behind them.
“No one. It is one of the many properties my family has around the kingdom. While perhaps not the grandest, it has long been my favorite,” Dorin told her.
“It’s adorable,” Rianne agreed, smiling as she looked around the cozy interior.
One item in particular caught and held her attention. A large rug dominated the floor close to the fire. A mixture of dark browns and tans, the material looked to be that of some sort of animal. Nikolas walked up behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he too looked down at the rug.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? I brought it here years ago when Dorin and I would escape the castle and hide out in the woods for days at a time. It was a gift from my father to my mother when they first mated. It was a tradition in our village. The male would go out and collect fur from animals in the surrounding woods. He would then bring it back and begin weaving the fur together until he had created a rug large enough for him and his mate to lie on. Only then could he claim her as his and, before the whole village, they would consummate their mating bond,” Nikolas told her.
“That’s really romantic and slightly weird,” Rianne said softly.
“Perhaps that is why it is no longer practiced in the other territories.” Nikolas chuckled, kissing the base of her neck.
A soft creaking sound drew her attention to where Dorin stood a few feet away, watching the two of them as Nikolas began sucking and biting down the length of her neck. Nikolas’s hands moved up to cup her breast, squeezing the two pale globes together before pulling them apart. His hands were sure and steady as he massaged her tender flesh, his body supporting her from behind. Her eyes followed Dorin as he came to stand in front of her, his chocolate eyes appearing black in the shadow of the fire. His hands moved to the catch at her throat, undoing the button and causing her cloak to fall to the floor.
“You’re looking a little flushed, danalya. I think you would be more comfortable if we removed your dress,” Dorin said with a sexy smirk.
Rianne moaned as Nikolas’s hands left her dress to begin undoing the laces along her back. The dress slowly lowered until it pooled in a puddle of fabric at her feet, leaving her in only her shift until that too landed on the floor. She stood between them, naked and aroused, their hands tracing intricate designs on her body.
“No fair. You’re both still fully dressed,” Rianne pointed out breathlessly as Nikolas nibbled along her shoulder and Dorin suckled a breast.
“Mmm. She has a point,” Nikolas mumbled into her skin.
Dropping to her knees between them, she took Nikolas in her hand while she licked the hard length of Dorin’s cock, moaning at the salty pre-cum leaking from the tip. She took as much of Dorin in her mouth as possible, pumping what she couldn’t handle. His fingers fisted in her hair, holding her still as he thrust into her mouth. Nikolas backed out of her hold, giving her the ability to bring her hand around to fondle Dorin’s heavy scrotum.
“Lift up, capora,” Nikolas’s rough voice commanded from behind her.
His hands wrapped around her hips, bringing her to her knees as Dorin knelt to make the task easier for her. While Dorin moved her mouth up and down his cock, Nikolas began teasing the entrance of her pussy with the head of his dick. She whimpered around Dorin as Nikolas slid in an inch, cursing under his breath as he ran his hands up and down her hips.
“Easy, Rianne. Let me in,” Nikolas murmured, giving small thrusts as he tried to gain ground.
Taking a deep breath through her nose, she began moving against him, helping him push past her resistance. Dorin’s fingers tightened in her hair, a reminder that his cock was still in her mouth, and she resumed her attentions. Tonguing the underside of his dick, she marveled at the way he groaned when she traced along the thick vein she found there.
“Damn it,” Dorin hissed, his head thrown back as his hips started thrusting.
At the same time, Nikolas rammed inside her, taking advantage of her momentary distraction and the relaxation of her muscles. She screamed as he filled her, dropping Dorin’s dick so she didn’t accidentally hurt him. His fingers ran through her hair, nonsense words escaping his mouth as she adjusted to the feeling of Nikolas inside her. Nikolas’s hands smoothed over her ass before moving around to finger her clit. Her entire pussy clenched at his first touch, and she moaned, turning to pull Dorin back into her mouth.
“Gods, you feel so good,” Nikolas groaned as he began moving inside her.
Unable to answer, Rianne simply whimpered around Dorin’s thick length, causing his fingers to clench in her hair. They had complete control over her body, moving her as they wanted between them. Each thrust of Nikolas behind her sent her mouth farther onto Dorin’s cock and each retreat took her back a bit. It was a dance they were clearly accustomed to and one she was quickly picking up on.
Balanced on one hand, she reached up with another to squeeze Dorin’s balls, gently fingering the indentation between them. With an incoherent yell, he threw his head back and shot his cum down her throat. She swallowed around his pulsating cock, eagerly slurping up the salty flavor that lingered after he was finished. He slowly pulled away, allowing her to lick him clean until he was too far for her to reach.
Nikolas seemed to take that as his cue and suddenly began pounding inside her. Unable to hold back any longer, she let loose a series of screams with each thrust. She could feel her orgasm just on the horizon, Nikolas’s fingers still rubbing her swollen clit in time with his thrusts. Dorin scooted beneath her, his hands pulling her torso down until he could easily suckle a breast, his teeth biting gently at the tender bud.
“Oh, shit. Oh, God,” Rianne cried as they double-teamed her sensitive skin.
Her entire body trembled with the force of her orgasm and she fell on top of Dorin, unable to support herself any longer. Nikolas’s strong hands kept hold of her hips as he continued to pound her pussy. All too soon, she felt her body preparing for yet another orgasm. Dorin’s fingers had slid up and taken the place on her clit when Nikolas had reached for her hips. His featherlight touch might as well have been his teeth biting down from the way it pierced her overly sensitive flesh.
“No, no, no,” Rianne moaned into the floor, the sensation almost painful as he kept it up.
“Come for us one more time, Rianne. You can do it. Come on, danalya,” Dorin encouraged, unrelenting.
“Can’t. Oh, God, please,” Rianne gasped, despite feeling her body doing just what he said.
“You can. Come, Rianne,” Nikolas practically snarled as he practically fucked her into the rug.
“Oh, God. Shit. Oh, shit,” Rianne panted as the first wave crashed over her.
When Dorin pinched her clit between his forefinger and thumb, it was all over and she came, screaming as her body surrendered to them. Nikolas’s own roar of completion nearly drowned her out as he came deep inside her.
Completely spent, her body slumped to the floor, Nikolas following her and covering her damp body with his own. Dorin lay beside them, a small smile on his face as he gently ran his fingers through her hair.
“You are so beautiful,” Dorin murmured, leaning forward to kiss her sweetly.
Rianne couldn’t bring forth the energy to speak and simply gave a small grunt in response, making Dorin laugh.
“Sleep, capora. You deserve it,” Nikolas rumbled from above her.
Snuggling into the softness of the rug, surrounded by her mates, Rianne did just that.
* * * *
Rianne woke up with a moan to the feel of Nikolas licking between her legs. His tongue traveled the length of her pussy, paying special attention to her clit. Her hands went down to tangle in his long blond hair, her hips arching against his mouth. With her body on the edge of climax, it didn’t take long for Nikolas to make her come with a soft cry.
“Mmm. Hello, beautiful,” Nikolas murmured, sliding up her body.
“Hi.” Rianne grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
He slanted his lips across hers, moaning as he slowly thrust against her, teasing her sensitive clit with his heavy cock. Reaching down with one hand, she helped guide him inside her, trying to ignore the slight burn it caused. Nikolas moved to kiss the spot between her brows, sighing softly as he pushed inside her.
“You feel so good. It’s never been like this before,” Nikolas whispered as he began the now familiar movement of thrust and release.
It was slower this time, sweeter and so much more powerful for it. The way he pressed his lips against hers seemed to reach to her very soul until she felt tears fill her eyes. His arms hooked beneath her legs, drawing them up to give him better leverage as he steadily increased his pace. Her hands moved to his shoulder, her nails digging into the thick muscles.
“Oh, yes,” Rianne moaned as he started hitting all new places inside her.
“That’s it, capora. Let go,” Nikolas sighed into her hair.
One large hand reached around her leg and he fingered her clit, barely brushing across the tender bud, and she came apart in his arms. He followed right behind her, groaning softly into her neck as he came inside her. Panting slightly, he kissed his way up her neck, pressing his lips to her closed eyelids.
“You’re absolutely amazing,” Nikolas whispered, kissing her gently before rolling over so they were both on their sides facing each other.
“Where’s Dorin?” Rianne asked, realizing for the first time that he wasn’t with them.
“Outside seeing to the mounts. We didn’t want to wake you, but it’s started getting dark. If we don’t leave soon, we’ll have to stay until tomorrow. It’s too dangerous with the shooter still on the loose,” Nikolas told her.
“Oh,” Rianne sighed, snuggling further into his embrace.
As if they had summoned him, Dorin came through the door, brushing snow out of his hair. Rianne shivered from the blast of cold air he brought with him, and Nikolas held her tighter, warding off the worst of it. Dorin looked up and took in their entangled bodies with a wry smile.
“Couldn’t wait, huh?” Dorin asked, stomping snow from his feet and shutting the door.
“Would you?” Nikolas shot back.
“Probably not,” Dorin admitted with a small shrug, walking over to where they were lying.
“Are the mounts ready to go?” Nikolas asked, rising from the floor to gather his and Rianne’s scattered clothing.
“As soon as we are.” Dorin nodded, his eyes roving over Rianne’s exposed body.
“Good. I’m starving,” Rianne proclaimed, stretching languidly before sitting up.
“We gave you quite a workout.” Dorin grinned, lifting her easily.
“It was worth it,” Rianne assured him with a grin of her own.
With a sound between a laugh and a groan, Dorin pressed his body against hers, capturing her lips in a tantalizing kiss. Despite the fact that she’d just had her fourth orgasm of the day, her body responded with a fresh wave of arousal. Dorin hummed against her lips, his hands moving down to cup her ass, lifting her against his hardened cock.
“Even though I really, really want to, I don’t think I can go another round,” Rianne panted when she pulled away.
“I know, but damn, you feel good,” Dorin groaned, nibbling along her neck.
“Don’t tease me,” Rianne whined, though she couldn’t resist arching her neck to give him better access.
“Both of you stop, or we’ll never leave this hut,” Nikolas snapped, though his words lacked any real heat.
With a soft moan of regret, Dorin disentangled himself from her, moving to douse the fire as Nikolas handed Rianne her clothes. Already dressed himself, he helped her into her shift and laced up the back of her dress for her before settling her cloak over her shoulders.
“How do you feel?” Nikolas asked, watching her intently.
“Warm,” Rianne answered, though it came out as more of a question.
“I mean, do you think you’ll be able to ride Alyla back to the castle or are you too sore?” Nikolas rephrased his question.
“Oh. I don’t know,” Rianne admitted, shifting slightly to test her body.
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