Another growl escaped him as he began slowly pulling out only to shove back in. The movement pushed her up his own cock, and Rianne shuddered above him, her eyes going wide in surprise. When Nikolas pulled out again, she slid back down, seating him inside her. Nikolas set the pace, gradually increasing until the sound of slapping skin echoed around the room. It was impossible to focus on anything but the feel of Rianne wrapped around him, the way her entire pussy clenched his dick as Nikolas pounded into her ass. Her nails dug into his shoulders, his body acting as her anchor even as he lost himself in her.
“Oh. Oh, God, I think I’m—” Rianne started, but before she could finish, Nikolas had reached around and pinched her clit, causing her to explode between them.
Her screams could likely be heard around the castle, but Dorin found he didn’t care as she clenched around him, bringing on his own climax, more powerful than anything he’d ever felt before. His seed flooded her cunt while Nikolas came with a loud roar, buried deep in her ass.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” Rianne panted, slumping against his chest.
Dorin couldn’t help but chuckle, wrapping his arms around their sweet, delectable mate as Nikolas slowly withdrew from her no doubt tender bottom. She shivered slightly as he finally pulled out, but gave no other indication as to how she was feeling.
Completely content to stay right where he was, Dorin watched as Nikolas fetched a washcloth, wetting it in the basin atop Rianne’s vanity, and brought it back to clean their mate. She jumped at the first brush of the cloth across her cheeks, but quieted down as Nikolas continued to carefully remove the escaped traces of his seed. Once he was satisfied, Nikolas crawled into bed beside them, and Dorin turned so Rianne was between them.
“You were beautiful, capora,” Nikolas murmured, kissing the base of her neck.
“Hmm. I have to say, it was a lot better than I imagined,” Rianne hummed, snuggling farther into their embrace.
“We will always be careful with you,” Nikolas vowed, nuzzling her cheek.
“And we will always make sure you find pleasure in the things we do together,” Dorin added, kissing the tip of her nose.
“If it involves the two of you, I have no doubt there will always be pleasure,” Rianne teased sleepily, her eyes already drifting closed.
“Sleep now, danalya. We’ll wake you for supper,” Dorin promised, kissing each eyelid.
“I love you,” Rianne sighed, slipping off to sleep.
Dorin looked across her at his partner and couldn’t help the grin that split his face. They had finally claimed their mate in the most intimate way possible, and she had loved it, finding as much pleasure in the threesome as they had.
“We’re damned lucky, Dorin,” Nikolas murmured, running the back of his fingers across Rianne’s cheek.
“You think I don’t realize this?” Dorin scoffed, watching their mate sleep.
“Promise me we won’t mess this up,” Nikolas whispered, his ice-blue eyes pleading with him for reassurance.
“We won’t mess this up. Neither one of us would be willing to go on if we did,” Dorin assured him.
“I can barely go through the day without imagining what would have happened if she’d been just a second later in ducking down, if Alyla had moved just a moment too late,” Nikolas confessed, visibly shaken.
“Don’t torture yourself like that, Nik. It won’t do any of us any good. We need to be strong for her,” Dorin insisted.
“I’m trying to be, but I’m still terrified of losing her,” Nikolas admitted.
“Take the terror and turn it onto the bastard trying to take her from us. The sooner we catch him, the sooner we’ll all sleep better,” Dorin said, settling in beside Rianne.
“I think we found the perfect way to make sure she sleeps just fine,” Nikolas teased, his momentary bout of fear gone as if it had never happened.
“Sure. We just fuck her every chance we get, and she’ll sleep like a log,” Dorin smirked.
“And so will I. Damn, I’m beat,” Nikolas yawned.
“Then sleep. I’ll be sure to wake you both in time,” Dorin told him as Nikolas wrapped his arms around Rianne’s waist and pulled her close.
“You should sleep, too,” Nikolas mumbled, already on his way to falling fast asleep.
“I will. Don’t worry about me.” Dorin waved him off.
In an instant, the room was filled with Nikolas’s deep, even breathing, and Dorin was left awake, watching the two people who meant more to him than anything else in the world. He knew keeping them safe would never be easy, but he was much too selfish to ever consider giving them up. He would just have to keep watch over them and make sure nothing ever hurt them again.
Chapter Fourteen
“So, you seem better,” Carme commented as they walked through Visess’s hothouse.
Rianne was enjoying the sun on her skin for the first time in over a week, glorying in the heat beneath the glass walls and roof that surrounded them. Her arm was linked through Carme’s, and they kept their heads close together, mostly to keep the two guards behind them from hearing their conversation. Each of them carried a short-range pistol on their hips and a long-range rifle in their hands. She even thought she’d seen the glint of a knife peeking out from within one of their boots. Rianne had been allowed to leave the safety of the castle walls under the condition that the guards with her carried guns.
She was a little nervous about the fact that the rifles were so close to her, but she wasn’t going to complain if it gave her a little bit of freedom. The guards were never more than five steps behind her, close enough that they could act quickly if something happened, but not so close as to step on her heels. She knew they were trying to give her at least the illusion of privacy, but it was hard to pretend when they were close enough to hear every word spoken between her and Carme.
When she’d asked Nikolas where the guns had come from, he’d just shrugged and evaded the question as best as he could.
“We keep a few around in case the revolutionaries strike,” he’d answered nonchalantly.
She’d decided not to press him, not entirely sure she wanted to know exactly how they planned on retaliating to a gunfire attack. She prayed to God they hadn’t figured out how to build their own tanks. The destruction they caused in her world was bad enough. She couldn’t imagine the damage they could do in Laurasia.
“Hello? Rianne?” Carme called, tugging on her arm slightly.
“Sorry,” Rianne said, snapping out of her thoughts.
“It’s all right. I was saying you seem to be in a much better mood today,” Carme noticed.
“I am. Dorin, Nikolas, and I talked it all out, and it helped. I think they finally realize I need more than overprotective cavemen,” Rianne told her with a small smile.
“Uh-huh. I think the whole castle heard just how much the three of you…talked,” Carme teased.
Rianne felt her entire face heat up at the memories of having Nikolas in her ass and Dorin in her pussy, both of them holding her tight as they filled her with their cum. She was eager to be there again, despite the slight pain she’d felt when she had first woken up. Still, she had never felt closer to anyone than she had when she’d climaxed with them both inside her. Her body shivered at the memories, recalling the way Nikolas had woken her with his face buried between her legs. Of course, that had led to her cries waking Dorin, which had resulted in her sucking his cock until he shot his cum down her throat. Not to be left out, Nikolas had surged up and thrust his dick inside her while she was still coming down from the climax brought about by his mouth. She’d barely had time to recover before he was pounding away, bringing her to a second orgasm in less than a minute.
“Rianne, come back to us,” Carme sang.
Rianne blushed violently, knowing she had been caught.
“Sorry,” Rianne mumbled, ducking her head.
“Halt!”
Rianne heard the sound of a gun being cocked and turned to find bot
h guards pointing their rifles at a footman who had come up behind them. He was younger than most of the footmen in the castle, and he trembled as the guards leveled their guns at him.
“Stand down,” Rianne insisted, moving to stand right behind them.
Of course, they both ignored her, and the footman’s eyes widened in absolute terror as he stared at the gun pointed at his head.
“State your purpose here, servant,” the guard to her left snapped.
“I–I was sent to fetch Lady Rianne,” the boy stuttered, his hands shaking violently.
“By whom?” the other guard questioned, slightly kinder than his companion.
“Prince Dorin,” the boy whispered.
“You may leave. Slowly,” the nicer guard said, though he still maintained his gun’s position.
Very carefully, the boy began to back away until he was out of sight, and then they could hear his feet pounding as he ran as fast as they could carry him. Both guards lowered their weapons, the meaner one grumbling about useless mice. Rianne wanted to sock the guy right in his big, fat nose, but she knew Nikolas would be upset if she attacked his men again. She would just have to make sure he knew she was unhappy with the way his men treated those beneath them. If he didn’t deal with it, she would find a way to make the bully pay.
“Come, my lady,” the nicer one insisted, holding out a hand for her to pass by him.
“What’s your name?” Rianne asked, feeling bad that she hadn’t bothered to learn it before now.
She recognized him as one of the men who had been standing outside her door the day before, but she didn’t think he was the one whose nose she’d punched. He gave her an easy smile, showing off a dimple in his left cheek. His blond hair was almost as white as Nikolas’s and just as long, but his eyes were gray instead of her polar’s icy blue. She would find him incredibly attractive if she had never seen Nikolas, but not even this guard could hold a candle to her mate.
“I’m Sinez, my lady. And this is Kerrigan,” Sinez introduced them.
Kerrigan was the Dorin to Sinez’s Nikolas. His hair was a dark auburn that women in her world paid top dollar to have, but his brown eyes were flat as he nodded to her. She got the feeling he was none too happy about having to guard her when he could be in the lists with the rest of Nikolas’s regiment. The way he watched her gave her the creeps, but she shook the feeling off until she could discuss it with Nikolas and Dorin later. Looking into his hard eyes made her miss Dorin’s melted-chocolate gaze, and she suddenly found herself aching to be with him.
“Thank you for protecting me. Can we go see Dorin now?” Rianne asked, giving Sinez her best smile.
“Of course, my lady.” Sinez bowed before leading her out of the hothouse.
Carme hurried to her side, once again linking their arms together as they walked out into the bright sunlight. The chill instantly invaded her body, right down to her bones, and she hurried across the yard to the castle doors. Once inside, Sinez and Kerrigan placed their rifles in the slings across their backs, but their hands stayed close to the pistols at their hips. She found herself much more relaxed inside the castle than she’d been in the hothouse, but she wasn’t sure if it was the extra security of the walls or if it was the fact that her guards had put away their larger guns. Either way, she had no problem grabbing Carme and practically running for Silal’s study where she knew Dorin would be discussing political matters with his father.
Sinez and Kerrigan kept up with them easily, though Carme found it impossible to run without laughing, drawing everyone’s attention as they hurried through the halls. Carme stopped her just outside the study door, keeping her from bursting in unannounced.
“Wait. I can’t go in there. Sinez and Kerrigan will wait for you out here, but I need to go see about getting some chores done,” Carme insisted, panting slightly from their mad dash.
“All right. I’ll see you later.” Rianne nodded, already moving toward the study door.
She didn’t bother knocking, instead just pushing the door open and walking inside. Dorin was bent over his father’s desk, studying the documents strewn across it. Silal sat in his usual place, a letter in hand. Both looked up when she came inside, and Dorin instantly smiled, coming around the desk to greet her.
“Hello, beautiful,” Dorin murmured, kissing her sweetly.
“Hi.” Rianne grinned, going up on her toes to meet him.
“Nikolas should be here shortly. I thought we might have an early supper, and tonight…I have a surprise for you,” Dorin told her, whispering the last part in her ear.
She blushed, glancing over at where Silal had returned to his letter. She knew the wolves had better hearing than most, but her father-in-law gave no indication he had heard his son’s soft-spoken promise.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Father,” Dorin said, bowing his head in Silal’s direction.
“Of course. I think I’ll stop early and find your mother. I’m sure she feels as though I’ve been neglecting her lately.” Silal smiled at his son.
“I doubt you have ever made Mother feel neglected a day in her life,” Dorin chuckled.
“If only, Dorin,” Silal sighed before shooing them from the room.
As soon as they stepped outside, Sinez and Kerrigan stood at attention, falling in on either side of them. They followed Rianne and Dorin all the way to their bedroom before Dorin turned to shake them off.
“Thank you for looking after her today, gentlemen. I’ll see to her for the rest of the evening,” Dorin dismissed them.
“Of course, Your Highness,” Sinez agreed, bowing low.
Kerrigan bowed as well, but said nothing as he followed Sinez away from their bedroom. Rianne felt as though the sun had come out from behind the clouds as soon as the angry wolf was gone, and she grinned in delight at being alone with one of her mates. Giggling playfully, Rianne grabbed hold of his shoulders and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he shut the door. Her lips found his in a passionately playful kiss, her teeth nipping along his bottom lip until he opened for her.
“What has you feeling so frisky?” Dorin asked when she finally allowed him to come up for air.
She laughed at his use of the word “frisky,” finding it slightly out of place in his otherwise limited human vocabulary. It warmed a place inside her, knowing that he was trying to learn more about her language to make her feel at home with him and Nikolas. Although it was unnecessary, the fact that he was willing to try made her toes tingle.
“I don’t know. I’ve only been thinking about last night all day,” Rianne told him, leaning forward to leave love bites across the skin of his neck.
His hands cradled her ass, holding her against him, and she moved restlessly against his erection. He gave a tortured groan as she thrust her hips against his, the head of his cock pressing at the juncture of her thighs. Rianne could already feel the familiar ache beginning in the pit of her stomach, but she knew she wouldn’t be satisfied with a brief dry hump. She’d found heaven with his cock inside her, and she was determined to now only ever come when their skin touched. Any other way seemed like it would be a sin against the nirvana she had found in their arms, and she figured sleeping with two men was sin enough. She didn’t need anything further damning her to hell.
“Gods, what you do to me,” Dorin moaned as she reached between them to undo the laces of his trousers.
“You do the same to me,” Rianne panted, giving a victorious cry when his cock sprang free.
His head bent to rest against her shoulder, his teeth digging into the sensitive skin of her neck. The sharp pain only added to the ache inside her, and she gripped his thick erection tighter, making him give a quick hiss.
“Please, Dorin. I need you,” Rianne pleaded, slowly pumping his shaft.
“Gods, yes,” Dorin sighed, the tips of his fingers becoming claws as he ripped the panties from her body.
They fell to the floor in a shredded mass of material, but Rianne was too preoccupied with th
e feel of his cock pressing inside of her to care. She held onto him tightly as he slowly moved forward, his dick filling her in an almost painful way. Her entire body trembled as he pushed farther, slowly, carefully gaining ground until their hips pressed together.
“I could do this every day for ten thousand years and never get used to the way you feel around me,” Dorin vowed, nuzzling her cheek sweetly.
Her heart seized at his sweet words, but her body refused to allow her to cherish the moment, and she began writhing against him.
“I love you. Oh, God, I love you,” Rianne moaned as he guided her movements.
“And I love you, ma danalya,” Dorin murmured, grinding her hips against his.
Her clit brushed against his pelvis, and she felt her world explode in a firestorm of passion. She screamed out his name as her climax crashed over her, his low groan muffled against her neck as he surrendered his seed to her body. Her muscles clenched around him, drawing every last drop into her womb until he slowly lowered them to the floor, completely spent.
“Gods, you’re amazing,” Dorin breathed, pressing a kiss to her temple.
She gave him a slow, seductive smile, bracing herself before flipping her mate over in a feat she would have been unable to accomplish if he had been fully aware. He gave a soft grunt as his back met the floor, and Rianne grinned as she pinned his hands to the floor above his head.
“Just what do you think you’re doing, danalya?” Dorin asked, though from the way his cock was already hardening beneath her, she thought he had an idea.
“Well, I’m seeing how much I like the sight of you trussed up for me. I have to say, it’s incredibly sexy.” Rianne grinned, leaning forward to lick a drop of sweat from his chest.
“Gods above, you’ll kill me,” Dorin groaned, his hips already moving against hers.
Rianne was completely up for a second round, already reaching between their bodies to position him. She didn’t even bother to stop when the door opened and Nikolas walked in. The big polar took one look at them on the floor and shook his head with a wry smile.
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