ReynaThe sensation of Cassian's tongue skillfully stimulating my most sensitive areas is almost too much to bear, and I find myself arching my back off the futon as I experience yet another powerful orgasm. Witnessing Rune and Malachi claim each other was such a mesmerising sight that my eyes remained glued to them. In this scenario, Malachi is positioned on top of Rune, and the latter tightly wraps his legs around Malachi's waist while Malachi vigorously thrusts inside of him.“You feel fucking amazing,” Malachi groans, showing no signs of stopping as he grips Rune’s upper thighs. He falls forward, his thrusts growing harder and harder; their groans like a delicious symphony to my ears.Slapping skin, men’s groans and whimpers, and Malachi’s filthy talk.Who would have thought I’d find the image of two men like this alluring? Gods, I find it more than alluring; it’s because of them that I fall over the precipice for the last time, gripping the sheets in my hand.“Please…no more…” I
ReynaCassian hasn’t said a word to us since we left the island. He’s been on calls with various people to find out what exactly happened to Cleo and how she passed away. Apparently she left a note before doing it, but nothing can convince me that Cassandra didn’t have anything to do with it.Cleo didn’t seem like the type to do something like this. Yes, she was terrified of her sister, but she wouldn’t just kill herself…right?No, I don’t know enough about this but from what I can recall, the only one who looked upset at the banquet the other night was Cassandra. But if she had a part to play in Cleo’s death, why did she do it? Could she have found out Cleo told me about what they did to make Aeloria kill herself? Did she see Cleo as a means to an end? Then again, Cassandra killed Cleo's mate when she told him about what they did, so anything is possible!I feel a hand on my thigh and I look up to see an odd expression on Malachi’s face as he looks at me. He takes my hand and pulls
Reyna Cassandra has not let go of Cassian since we arrived at the castle. All throughout dinner, she insisted on sitting next to him and now she’s planted right in his lap.I won’t say anything and I will be respectful because they’re all seeing it as her being deep in grief and anchoring herself to Cassian. But the three of us see it as what it truly is, and I have a sneaky suspicion she’ll want Cassian to lay in her bed until she falls asleep.“May I please be excused?” she suddenly says, getting to her feet. “I don’t feel so well… I might just go lay down.”Deana joins her and draws her into an embrace. “Of course, my love. If you need anything, please let me know,” she says, Cassandra nods, then she leaves the room without looking at anyone. But then Deana pats Cassian on his leg and gestures. “Go join her. I’m scared the grief will be too much for her to bear on her own.”I nearly roll my eyes at this, but this seems to sadden Cassian more. He nods at his mother and then he foll
CassianThe raindrops fall heavily from the sky, as if they were reflecting the same pain that was weighing heavily on my heart. The gentle patter of rain lent a mournful rhythm to the haunting melodies being played by the minstrels, which only served to intensify the sorrow felt by all present.My sister, Cleo, who was once full of life and joy, now lay as lifeless ashes on the funeral pyre, a symbol of my failure as a brother to protect her and keep her safe.Cassandra, my remaining sister, clung to my arm, her sobs a constant reminder of the love we had lost. Her tears soaked my robe, but all I could think of was escaping this place of death, away from the ceremony that seemed to mock our grief. I looked to my right and see Reyna standing with Rune and Malachi, her eyes a bottomless well of understanding, knowing my need to be with her. But Cassandra’s insistent crying was like a chain binding me to the spot.[“I’m here, my love,”] her words call to me over the mind link, my only
ReynaThere was an odd vibe coming from Cassian when he came to bed last night, and this morning when he left to deal with a few things, he barely spoke. Rune attributes it to still being in mourning and I would have believed it too, if I didn’t know Cassian’s heart by now.Something has him rattled, and it is not Cleo’s death.I breathe out a sigh and dry off after getting out of the shower, then as I walk into the bedroom, I see Malachi laying on the bed with Rune’s head on his lap. My heart swells just watching the way Malachi strokes Rune’s hair and the look of adoration in his eyes as Rune talks.“This looks cosy,” I say with a big smile on my face and both of them turn to me, looking sheepish. “No, please don’t stop being cute on account of me.”Rune chuckles and gets off from the bed to saunter over to me in the walk-in closet. He wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls the towel from around my body, his hand slipping towards my mound.“I have to go back to my kingdom fo
Reyna“Cassandra?” I ask, taking a step backward “What are you—”“Leaving already? That’s a pity,” she says with a grin on her face. “I was hoping we could talk.”Nothing about this feels right to me, especially not the way Cassandra is smiling at me. What does she have planned exactly? “We can still talk now before I leave. Weren’t you supposed to leave with Deana yesterday?”She chuckles. “I had a few… last minute things to take care of before I go, namely you,” crossing her arms, she cocks her head to the side. “I need you to reject Cassian before something … awful happens to you.”I can’t help but laugh at this, but she doesn’t seem to like it because her smile drops. “Reject Cassian? Are you out of your mind?” I scoff, then I turn my head to the side to show her Cassian’s mark. “That won’t happen anytime soon, I’m afraid.”When I look back at her, I can see the fury in her eyes. “Did you mark him as well?”“Of course I did, I marked all three of my Alphas,” I say, crossing my ar
ReynaMalachi's screams have faded away and are only audible as a distant echo now. The pain that I am currently feeling has surpassed the physical realm and is now affecting me on a spiritual level, causing my entire being to feel enveloped. I know I’ve been hit, but the forest around me refuses to let me fall.The evidence is overwhelming and points to the fact that I am no longer alive. There is no way anyone could survive being hit in the heart with a silver tipped arrow soaked in wolfsbane. So why am I here? I get to my feet and breathe out a sigh before looking around me with wide eyes.I see that I am back in my forest dreamworld, but something’s changed. The smell of burnt wood is overpowering, like the aftermath of a ferocious fire. The tree that stood tall and proud before, now lays in ruins, its size and magnificence a distant memory. I hear whispers, soft as the rustle of leaves, but filled with malice and contempt.“Reyna…” someone calls out to me and I struggle as I pee
MalachiThe window in front of me reflects nothing but emptiness, a void that mirrors the hollow feeling inside my chest. Behind me, Cassian and Rune are arguing again. Their voices, once filled with love and strength, now clash with bitterness and desperation. I wish I could say something, add my voice to theirs, but nothing wants to come out.I’m stuck in this silent torment, trapped by the guilt that claws at my insides. Reyna’s face haunts my every waking moment, her eyes filled with pain, her body broken. It’s my fault. I should have protected her. I should have been there.The world outside the window is a blur, the colours muted, the sounds distant. I feel disconnected from everything, adrift in a sea of regret and self-loathing. The memories of Reyna’s touch, her laugh, her warmth, all seem like echoes from a past life, a world that no longer exists.[“Malachi, say something!”] Rune calls over the mind link, his voice breaking through my fog.I turn to look at him, my eyes va
As the vibrant festival rages around them, filled with music and laughter, Rhiannon stands slightly apart, her gaze fixed on the group that forms the cornerstone of her new life. There, amidst a crowd of revellers, her three mates and three fathers converse, a symbol of newfound peace and acceptance. The speeches have been made, and the collective acceptance of Rhiannon’s unique bond with her dragon mates has marked a significant milestone in their lives. While her brothers, Micah, Rhys, and Caelum, maintained a facade of politeness, their underlying discomfort was palpable. Rhiannon understood their protectiveness; they were her older brothers, after all. It was their instinct to shield her, yet here she was, needing no protection from the men they were wary of. From the corner of the gathering, she noticed Soren engaging Caelum in what appeared to be a serious yet respectful discussion. The way Caelum’s posture shifted, easing from stiff disapproval to reluctant acknowledgment, s
RhiannonStanding on the soft sands of our island, the sound of the waves gently crashing against the shore sets a calming backdrop. I watch the sky anxiously; waiting for the small aircraft that’s bringing my parents to our home. Soren had extended the invitation to our island as a gesture of goodwill and trust. Despite the turmoil of our last encounter, I feel a budding hope that today will mark a new beginning.Sensing my unease, Soren squeezes my hand reassuringly. “They’ll see. Everything’s going to be alright,” he murmurs, but I can tell he’s just as anxious.The plane touches down with a soft whirr, and my heart skips as I see my parents disembark. My mother spots me and immediately rushes over, her arms wide open. As she wraps me in a tight embrace, tears well up in my eyes, and soon we’re both crying, holding each other after the painful uncertainty of the past weeks.“Oh, Rhiannon,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been so worried, so scared!”My fathers s
IvarSpeaking to Rhiannon about reconciling with her parents did not go as planned, so we’re taking things into our own hands.As we fly toward the secluded meeting spot, the weight of the upcoming discussion presses heavily on my mind. Gavriel, Soren, and I shift back into our human forms just as we land, slipping into sweatpants for a semblance of normalcy as we prepare to face Rhiannon’s fathers: Rune, Malachi, and Cassian.The tension is palpable as we approach them. Rune, always the silent type, gives us a nod, while Malachi’s expression is guarded, his temperament more volatile. Cassian, known for his strategic mind, watches us with calculated interest.“We appreciate you meeting us here, without Rhiannon,” I start, my voice steady despite the churn of emotions inside me. “There’s something important we need to discuss.”Malachi crosses his arms, his brow furrowing. “And what’s so important that Rhiannon couldn’t be here?”“It’s about her,” Soren interjects, stepping slightly fo
RhiannonAs I feel the fabric of the blindfold tighten gently around my eyes, Ivar’s warm breath tickles my ear. “Trust me, Rhi. You’re going to love this,” he whispers, his voice a soothing blend of mystery and reassurance.“Where are you taking me?” I ask, half-excited, half-anxious as he guides me by the hand. Each step crunches softly underfoot, the unmistakable scent of the forest growing stronger with every breath. My heart races, not just from the blindfold and the unknown, but from the anticipation of whatever Ivar has planned.“Just a little further,” he teases, his usual light-hearted chuckle making it harder to fret about where we’re going. “You don’t always need to see the path to enjoy where it leads.”Despite my nervousness, I smile, squeezing his hand. “If this is another one of your cooking experiments, I swear…”He laughs, stopping us both. “No cooking this time. I promise.” He leans in, kissing the side of my head gently. “Okay, ready?”The anticipation is a knot in
SorenCircling the island, I stretch out my wings, feeling the wind rush through my scales as I survey the boundaries of our territory. It’s a routine patrol, but today, my mind is restless, preoccupied with thoughts of Rhiannon. Since the disastrous meeting with her parents, there’s a heaviness in her that I feel deep in my bones—a shared ache, thanks to the mate bond, that tells me her heart isn’t just bruised, it’s shattered. She puts on a brave face, dismisses it with a wave and a joke, but I know better.Shifting back to my human form with a practised ease, I pull on a pair of shorts just as I see her approaching. The sight of her—in a simple white cotton dress, barefoot, her hair catching the light of the setting sun—tightens something in my chest.Before she can say anything, I close the distance between us, pulling her into my arms, and kiss the side of her head—a gesture of comfort I hope she can still find solace in. “How are you doing?” I ask, though the answer is written
RhiannonThe cold shock of being torn from Soren’s embrace cuts through me, my screams shattering the stillness as I reach out for him, for any of them, only to find my hands grasping at empty air. The ground rushes up to meet me, and as I scramble to my feet, my eyes lock onto my parents, standing a few feet away, their expressions a mix of concern and something darker.“What have you done?!” I shout at my parents, staring into their faces, searching for some hint of remorse, of understanding. “Why would you do this?”My father, Cassian, stands firm, his expression a mask of regret and resolve. “We did what we had to, Rhiannon. They took you from us and we had no idea if this was a trap or not. We’re just taking you back.”“Taking me back?” I echo, incredulity sharpening my voice to a cutting edge. “You call this a rescue? I chose to be with them!”My mother reaches out, her touch meant to soothe, but it only fans the flames of my anger. “Darling, please, try to understand. We’re ju
GavrielIn our war room, the atmosphere is charged, a blend of anticipation and underlying tension. The response from Rhiannon’s parents has arrived, a beacon of hope amid the uncertainty that’s shrouded us for so long. They’re willing to meet, a first step on the treacherous path towards peace. Rhiannon is asleep, unaware of the developments, and here we are, planning every detail of our departure tomorrow, prepared for every eventuality, even an attack.“I can’t believe they actually agreed,” Ivar comments, leaning back in his chair, the nonchalance in his voice not quite reaching his eyes. He’s been off lately, the usual lightness of his wit shadowed by the weight of our situation. “This is good, right?”Soren, leaning heavily against the table, runs a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “Yeah, willing to meet or set a damn trap. We can’t rule anything out.”He’s right. Our isolation, by choice and circumstance, has always been our strength and our vulnerability. Now,
Rhiannon Sitting across from Ivar, Gavriel, and Soren, I’m completely nervous and out of my depth. We’re about to discuss something that could change the course of our lives forever. “We need to talk to my parents,” I start, diving straight into the heart of the matter. “And I mean really talk. Not through messages or mediators, but face-to-face, on neutral ground.” Ivar leans forward, his usual carefree demeanour taking a backseat to the seriousness of our discussion. “And what’s to stop them from launching an attack when we meet? Neutral ground or not.” Gavriel, silent up to this point, adds, “They’re not known for playing fair. We can’t afford to underestimate them. Security is a concern. We don’t know if your parents will come alone or bring an entourage. We have to be prepared for anything.” Soren, who’s been quietly listening, finally speaks up. “And there’s the matter of trust. We’re asking them to meet under a flag of truce. After everything, that’s asking a lot.” I can’
IvarStanding by the window, the early morning light painting the horizon in shades of gold and crimson, I find myself lost in thought. Last night we discovered something that turned our world upside down—Rhiannon is mated to all three of us. It’s a revelation that seems to defy logic, yet here we are, bound by fate, or perhaps the gods themselves, to be the bridge to peace between our worlds.For the first time in what feels like forever, there’s another person in my life I find myself genuinely caring about, willing to lay down my life for. Glancing back at the bed, seeing her there, tangled in the sheets, nestled securely between Soren and Gavriel, a smile unwittingly finds its way onto my face. It’s a sight I never imagined I’d see, yet it feels right, as if all the pieces have finally fallen into place.Soren stirs, the shift in the room drawing him to wakefulness. He joins me by the window, his presence solid and reassuring. We both stand there for a moment, taking in the sere