“Is this what you want, my Lady?” he growled as he pulled the finger out and pushed it in again.
“Yes,” she groaned. “God, yes. Please.”
“I will oblige, then,” he said, smiling. “I will oblige with all the force of a Dragon Lord.”
His hands went to her shoulders as he eased his way into her, filling her as Conor had done.
Lily felt as though her body would tear in two with the sensation of their extraordinarily hard rods sheathed deep inside her, her mind overwhelmed by thoughts of the two men, of how large they were, how desirable.
It was she who led now; she who rode them, moving her hips up and down, forward and back, taking in their whole lengths as they thrust her open.
Graeme leaned in and kissed her shoulders and neck, Conor marvelling at her belly, her breasts, her perfection as his cock, slick with her wetness, received the greatest pleasure in the world.
You are so lovely, so beautiful, he thought, staring up into her eyes.
She looked back at his as though in recognition of the sentiment. All of the shyness that had once existed upon her features had since been wiped clean. Here was a woman who could—and did—take on the world; a confident leader, a Queen among shifters.
And the Queen pulled her body up, revealing the head of his cock, swollen, so ready to burst, just as Graeme eased out. And then both men saw what she wanted, and thrust hard into her as she let out a cry of pleasure.
They did so again and again, pounding her as she called out. The word “Yes” emerged from her lips more than a few times as they did so, as did each of their names in turn, Lily begging for their beautiful punishment.
“I’m going to explode,” Graeme growled. “Fuck me, I’m going to come for you…”
She felt him tense behind her, fingers digging hard into her flesh as he thrust one final time, heat rising up, filling her body as his cock pulsed in waves within her.
Under her, Conor’s eyes shut tight and he rammed his pelvis upwards, his cock deep inside her, a burst of searing juice filling her. She laid her hands flat on his chest as he came, feeling his body tense over and over again, his eyes still shut, his mind devoid of thought.
This was an animalistic, primal need taking over; not his déor, but something more primitive still, as it was doing in Graeme. This was pure ecstasy, crippling and perfect at once.
When at last Lily came down atop Conor and rolled onto the bed, each man choosing to lie on one side of her, hands stroking her belly, she stared up at the ceiling, smiling broadly.
“Could anything in the universe be better than this?” she asked.
“I can think only of one thing,” said Graeme from her right side.
“Oh?” She turned to look at him.
He rose on his right elbow, looking into her eyes.
“Words,” he said. “I love you, Lilliana. With everything in my heart and soul.” He rolled onto his back, joining her in setting his eyes upon the ceiling. “There, that felt rather good.”
She smiled, the sly, tight-lipped smile of someone withholding a secret they’re about to reveal.
“And I love you, Graeme.”
She turned to their mate. “I love you, Conor.”
“And I you. And never, ever will a day pass when we don’t say those words to one another.”
“In that case,” said Lily, stretching her arms and fingers towards the ceiling in a gesture of the sort of bliss that comes only from perfect contentment, “This life of ours is going to be pretty damned near perfect.”
Epilogue
Lily, Graeme and Conor’s baby was born two months after the war that never occurred, the gestation period of shifters being somewhat shorter than that of humans. The birth at Dundurn Castle was relatively uneventful, if ever childbirth can be described in such terms, surrounded by Gwynne, Lachlan, Rauth, Rohan and of course her two devoted mates. Lily’s parents had returned to the castle shortly after the Tournament, as soon as all threat from external forces had been eliminated.
It was indeed a boy; the little boy who’d listened to his mother’s songs in that cold prison cell; who’d heard her tell him repeatedly how she loved him, and that his fathers were great men.
There was a good deal of dispute over what his name should be; he had Conor’s dark hair and Graeme’s light eyes. Finally they settled on Kiron, derived from a Gaelic word meaning little dark one.
“It’s the most ironic name in history,” said Lily one day as she held him in her arms.
“Why’s that?” asked Graeme, who was seated with Conor, enjoying the act of doing nothing at all but basking in the glow of their mate and child.
“Because I can’t imagine any creature who could bring so much light to the world.”
* * *
One day as Lily sat watching her mates play invented games with Kiron, her twin brother Rohan came to her to tell her that his visit had come to an end.
“Where are you off to now?” she asked, sad to be parting with him once again. But she understood; after all, like her, he never seemed content to settle into a place for long.
“I’ve been doing some reading about witch hunts,” he said.
“Oh dear. I don’t like where this is going.”
Rohan laughed. “Yes, you do know me so well,” he said. “It’s that twin thing, of course. The psychic link that we’re supposed to share from our time in the womb. Anyhow, I thought I’d employ our special skill of leaping and go have a look at some of these supposed witches myself.”
“It sounds to me like someone’s looking for a date,” his sister replied.
“Well, I’ve tried modern dating sites, and, you know…”
“All right. Well, just don’t get burned at any stakes, would you?”
“What do you take me for? I’m a shape-changer; I can shift into a stake if I bloody want to.”
“Yeah, maybe don’t do that if you’re hoping to charm the ladies. We’re not into wood.”
“That’s not what I hear.” Rohan raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“You men and your naughty fixations,” laughed Lily, her eyes moving towards her mates.
Thank God for all of you.
* * *
Rohan’s story will be Illusions, coming in Summer 2015.
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Coming in September, 2015: Illusions
(The follow-up to Seeking Her Mates): Stand-alone novel, approximately 60,000 words.
Before Seeking her Mates came the Sought by the Alphas serial, which tells the story of Lily’s mother, Gwynne and her mates:
The five-book boxed set is available here: Sought by the Alphas Boxed Set
Individual books:
Encounters
Rituals
Trial by Fire
Kinship
Dragon Queen
Seeking Her Mates Book One:
Torn
The first four books in the Wolf Rock Shifters Series (these are complete stories and can be read out of order):
Winning the Alpha
Bearing Up In Wolf Rock
The Right to a Bear's Arms
To Lie With Lions
Alpha’s Hunt
The Billionaires and Curves Serial:
Billionaires and Curves (Taken With You) Trilogy
Taken With You
Crazy About You
The Way to You
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