Page 155 of Their Rejected Queen

All three males seem captivated and don’t move, allowing me to connect with them all in the way that I require. Sweat breaks out down my back as the heat I need to fall into finally blooms, just as Godric promised.

I’m panting, desperate to reach a precipice that’s just out of reach. The feverish sensations burn inside me and sear paths all over my body.

“I need more,” I say with a pant as I lick Godric’s cock, then I shift to Arwan’s. Their tastes mingle on my tongue, making me dizzy.

Ze’ev takes his cue and bites my breast, making me gasp as the tingling sensation of his venom goes straight to my core. His tongue caresses the hurt, then he rolls his attention around one nipple, before doing the same to the other.

I watch him as I draw Arwan into my mouth. His minty flavor spikes as my blood dribbles over Ze’ev’s mouth.

He likes that.

Dragging my fingers over the pinpricks on my skin, I run my blood over his cock. Arwan groans and then comes in my mouth, rewarding me for anticipating what he wanted.

My pleasure climbs higher, threatening to drown me, but the intense need to continue has me trembling.

Ze’ev sinks another bite on my other breast as I attempt to take Godric into my mouth. I remember his taste, and I need more of it. His knot throbs, but I can’t explore it like I had in the shower. Instead, I watch it pulse as he gives me what I’m asking for. His cum gushes down my throat, and I dutifully swallow it as the fever heightens until a knife seems to twist inside my gut.

“There she is,” Godric praises as he drags his fingers through my hair and scratches my scalp. “Come on Ze’ev, sweet one. Let him break your heat.”

An animalistic growl rolls through my chest, and I’m not myself anymore. I release Godric’s cock and hold on to Ze’ev as I take what I need from him. I grind my hips down, and he dimples his fingers into my hips, taking my momentum and pushing me even farther.

My body seems to stretch for him, demanding that he take me deeper. A ring of muscle at the base of his cock notches into place, and I realize all of them can form a knot.

Which makes sense, as they’re partially shifters, even if Godric is the only pureblood.

I sense that Ze’ev’s knot is less dangerous than the pack master’s, only because its size doesn’t threaten to split me in two. But the pleasure that stretches within me has me purring as he notches deeper, then I can’t move. Warmth spills into me, and Arwan’s fingers are between us, twirling over my clit.

“Come on him, little queen,” he whispers in my ear.

He sounds like the Arwan I know now. He’s demanding, entitled, and enjoying telling me what to do.

He seems to know that my body can’t hold my climax back. It’s Ze’ev’s knot locking me into place, his cum shooting into me, but it’s Arwan’s fingers that tip me over that edge. He kisses my pulse as I cry out when my entire spirit shatters.

I want to give it to all three of them, but the only opening is Ze’ev.

And he accepts all of my power with strength and ease. His mouth parts as he shoots more cum into me, claiming me and coating me from the inside as his spirit entangles permanently with mine.

Mate, his mismatched eyes say as they glow with the power of our new bond.

Mate, I agree as I ride out the climax and dig my nails into his chest, leaving behind bloody marks that heal a moment later.

An enmeshment I’ve never felt before tangles through my soul, binding me to Ze’ev in a way that makes my vision swim.

I’m not sure where his sensations end and mine begin. We both pant at the rolling climax we share between us, until my heart is the only thing I can hear thrumming in my ears.

Pleasure wafts over me, bringing me down from the impossible height as my legs spasm and tighten around Ze’ev. He shushes me as his fingers sweep over my skin that’s damp with sweat.

A coolness washes over me as I fall into a slump, completely and utterly spent.

My heat is broken.

“Good girl,” Arwan purrs in my ear as Godric draws away my hair, giving me a sweet reprieve from the intense warmth I can’t seem to shake.

Ze’ev peppers my lips and face with kisses, praising me with his mouth for taking all of his cum as his knot continues to throb and open me.

“His knot will last for half an hour, or longer,” Godric warns me. “When it’s done, he will clean you and we’ll watch.”

My eyelids flutter as exhaustion drapes over me.