Page 107 of Their Rejected Queen

Us. I roll that word over in my head.

Arwan is enjoying this, even though he’s not fully participating.

I find myself wishing Ze’ev was here, too.

But if I survive this, I’ll make it up to him.

As if Godric can read the direction of my thoughts, he begins to move.

In.

Out.

He gently thrusts with each of my breaths and matches my pace, bringing my thoughts back to only him. His jaw flexes as he keeps a tight grip on his control, but I spot when it begins to slip.

A low purr rumbles in his chest, one that hits me deep in my soul and makes that dagger inside me flare to life.

Then the pleasure warms my core.

A sweet scent fills the air as I approach a powerful climax. Or maybe my body is responding to the new sound he’s making.

Arwan curses from behind me. “You shouldn’t be able to produce slick. He’s going to lose it,” Arwan stops his circles on my swollen flesh, and I whimper, needing him to continue.

I don’t know what slick is, but now I’m dripping wet.

And it seems to have an impact on the pack master, whose muscles bulge as he rolls his hips, sending pleasure warming through my core.

When Godric deepens his purr, parts of him that are inside me stretch and grow, Arwan places his hand on the Alpha’s forearm. Blue magic glitters over Godric’s tattoos, and shadows curl all around us.

My left arm begins to ache. Whatever Arwan is doing, he can’t shield all of the effects from me anymore.

“I need you to come before he shifts enough to knot you,” Arwan says. “Or I will have to kill him, Liliana.”

I know that won’t end well.

Godric’s death would shatter me.

And Arwan might have to kill me, too.

“I’ll take what I can from him,” Arwan says, his voice holding a pained edge.

Godric shifts his gaze to the royal, ever briefly, then his eyes are back on me.

His eyes are pure gold now with glowing bands around the irises.

“Keep breathing, little moon,” Godric rumbles. His voice is intertwined with that rumbling purr that makes my toes curl.

I do as I’m told and suck in a breath, then Godric slides deeper into me than he’d been able to go before.

My body welcomes his size, stretching painfully to accommodate him. But the pleasure that comes next makes the waves wash over me until I’m climbing a peak that I’m not sure I’ll survive.

Arwan’s breath comes in labored pants, but he doesn’t move. He keeps his grip on Godric’s forearm as he holds on.

Dark magic flickers between the two of them, and I watch, mesmerized, as Godric slides all the way in. He utters words of praise, followed by a continued purr that lifts me higher.

I gasp, then my walls contract as a climax slams into me.

A scream rips from me as my body feels like it’s tearing in two. Godric doesn’t move, but the pain sharpens as he seems to grow even more.