Page 153 of Their Rejected Queen

Arwan, however, has spent considerable time and energy with me in his own realm, and restrained himself in this one.

He’s not okay.

“Release him,” I beg.

I don’t need to be freed, but I can’t watch Arwan endure this as if he needs to be punished.

I know what happened now. At least, I know enough from Arwan’s confession.

None of this is truly his fault.

It’s mine. I entered his realm. I found a way into his fortified tower, and I put a piece of myself inside it.

Arwan had opened it to find me.

Godric parts his mouth as if to protest, but Ze’ev surprises me by flashing to their side. He pushes Godric away and grabs Arwan by the neck and hauls him to me.

He shoves him onto the ground and then waits.

We do this together, if that’s what you need, Ze’ev’s soul seems to say.

Then Arwan kisses my hip, making me flinch.

He watches me as my body warms from the inside, and then he’s coating his fingers with my wetness.

“Ze’ev wants Arwan to prepare you,” Godric observes as he crosses his arms. “Your heat should have come out by now after you swallowed me, but something is blocking you.”

The pack master seems to have no problem watching this unfold or sharing with the group the fact that he came down my throat.

My body trembles as Arwan replaces his touch with his tongue.

Then Ze’ev grabs my chin and watches me. He takes in the arousal in my gaze as pleasure blooms between my thighs, and Arwan licks, then sucks.

To my surprise, the Outcast clearly likes the effect that has on me. A small smirk appears on his pretty mouth as he grips Arwan by the hair and presses him harder on me, then Ze’ev kisses me, swallowing my moans as Arwan builds my pleasure higher.

Then Godric’s hands are massaging my breasts, making my eyelids flutter.

All three of them.

Touching me.

It’s what I needed, but I hadn’t realized that it felt wrong to bond Ze’ev without including the other two.

I want to open my spirit to all of them. My desire burns hotter as Arwan slides his fingers inside me and curls them, pleasuring me as he closes his mouth on my clit, and Ze’ev spears his tongue into my mouth as if he’s fucking me with it.

But I can only spiritually open to Ze’ev. The strange block that encases this isle doesn’t budge no matter how much I demand.

So I give it all to him. The Outcast groans in my mouth in response.

Godric’s mouth closes on my nipple, nearly making me crest over into orgasm, but there’s a block preventing my body from release.

I whimper with frustration, and Ze’ev unhands Arwan, then unhooks the whip. I instantly fall, and my arms catch around his neck.

I bite my lip so hard that I draw blood. I didn’t mean to, but I can’t help the growing sense of denial that’s driving me crazy.

All three of them are meant be entangling my spirit.

Ze’ev isn’t supposed to hate himself like I can feel he does right now. He is enjoying this, and he feels like he shouldn’t be, not with his rival playing a part he intended to do himself.