“Please,” she begged, digging her fingers into his muscled arse. She pulled him forward, and he surged into her, overwhelming her with that sensation of fullness. They only gave her a few moments to recover before they started pounding into her, keeping up a steady rhythm while Drystan watched. Turning her head, she tried to reach for his cock while he massaged himself, but it was difficult to focus. Her vision grew hazy as another climax approached, and she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut as the wave crashed over her.
The bed seemed to shift around her as she came back to herself, and suddenly, a cock nudged the seam of her lips. Her eyes opened wide, and she gasped at the sight of Drystan straddling her face. The head of his shaft instantly slipped inside, and as she felt his tongue on her clit, swirling around in slow circles, she realized what he was about.
Drystan was right. This was different. She opened her mouth wider, taking more of him, and just like that, she had all three of her mates inside her. Part of her wondered if she should feel shame for taking part in such debauchery, but the only thing she felt was bliss, and a sense of feminine power. She had not one but three men making love to her, drenching her in pleasure as she used her body to please them in turn.
When Alistair came first, calling her name, it seemed to release the floodgates in all of them. Dareena’s body arched against the onslaught of pleasure—the feeling of all three of them coming inside her while she experienced the sweet bliss of relief was indescribable. Gripping the backs of Drystan’s thighs, she swallowed his hot, salty seed as Lucyan and Alistair released their own inside her.
No, she thought hazily as she relaxed, letting the afterglow slowly spread through her. There was nothing wrong about any of this. There was only fierce desire, and the love they shared. And there was no force in this world that would compel Dareena to give any of this up, no matter what anyone else thought of them.
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The next morning, Dareena and her mates gathered around the table in their suite to enjoy breakfast together. The sight of all three of her mates filled her heart until it almost burst—she was indescribably happy to have them all back again, and she could tell they were just as happy about being reunited, not only with her, but also with each other.
The brothers had a very close bond with each other, and she was the luckiest woman in the world to be allowed to share that bond with them.
As they ate, the four of them talked, catching each other up on what they had been doing. Lucyan told them all about how he and Ryolas had rescued Basilla, and how he had infiltrated the warlock spy school and learned all about their tactics.
“I suspected Soldian was using invisible charms when you told me what was happening,” Lucyan said. “She must be very high up indeed, as only the most trusted agents are using them. They are still considered new technology.”
“I can’t believe it was her,” Drystan said, shaking his head. “If I had to guess which one of Dareena’s ladies was up to no good, I would have picked Lyria, not Soldian.”
“Those invisible amulets must have been how the count and the imposter oracle managed to escape from the dungeons,” Alistair said. “We will have to do another strip search of all the soldiers and staff, specifically checking for these items.”
Lucyan nodded. “We must also inform everyone to stay away from the windows or the outdoors if they are going to have private conversations. There is a reason I drew the curtains shut before we sat down—it turns out that the warlocks are using spelled mirrors with strange surveillance devices linked to them to see and hear what their enemies are doing.”
“Surveillance devices?” Dareena asked, disturbed by the idea. “How does that work?”
Lucyan explained it to them—the devices were magical orbs covered in some kind of white fluff that enabled them to blend in with the clouds. “I have brought one back for further study,” he said. “Shadley will be delighted, I’m sure.”
“And where are Ryolas and Basilla?” Drystan asked. “I thought you said that they rode out ahead of you.”
“I caught up with them and intended to escort them back to Dragonfell. But Tariana got wind that Ryolas was spotted traveling our lands and came out to meet us. She took the elves back to Elvenhame herself.”
“I suspect she was eager to be reunited with Ryolas,” Alistair said with a smile. “I do hope that the royal siblings make up with their father. We still have that peace treaty to sign.”
A servant came in with the morning post. “Speaking of Tariana,” Drystan said as he sorted through the various letters, “it seems we have a missive from her.”
“Really?” Dareena’s pulse jumped with excitement as Drystan opened the letter. “Does she bring news about Basilla?”
Drystan was silent for a few moments as he read the message. “She says Basilla is much recovered from her ordeal, and that she and Ryolas have mended their relationship with the king. She also says,” he added with a grin, “that she and Ryolas are finally engaged, and would like for us to come to Elvenhame to attend the wedding.”
“How wonderful!” Dareena cried. “Oh, Tariana must be beside herself with joy.” Tears sprang to her eyes as she imagined the two of them standing under a flowering arbor together, exchanging their marriage vows after being forced to hide their love for so many years. “Of course we will attend their wedding, though they really should have one in both kingdoms.”
“I think this wedding will be a very good thing,” Drystan declared. “There is no better way to form an alliance than through marriage, and once the curse is broken, Tariana will be able to bear Ryolas an heir.”
“I doubt he himself will become the heir, if he intends to create half-dragon babes,” Lucyan said. “I can’t imagine the elves would stand for that. But Basilla has a good head on her shoulders. She would make a fine queen.”
“Now that we’re talking of weddings and queens,” Dareena said, taking Drystan’s hands, “I do hope you will tell the steward to resume the wedding preparations. We still have much to do.”
Drystan’s cheeks flushed. “That is the first thing I will do today.”
“And what of the warlocks?” Dareena asked. “The wedding is still months away. Is there anything we can do to end this conflict, so we do not have the cloud of war hanging above us?”
“I don’t know about you,” Alistair said to Drystan, “but now that Lucyan has explained to us what they can and cannot do, I am more than happy to bring the fight to them. If they are so certain of imminent victory, they may not be guarding the warlock king himself very well. Shadley and Tariana have informed me he is not at Inkwall, but has taken up residence at Aylesbury, his country seat, with his mistress in tow. It would seem he is more than happy to govern from afar while his ministers and son spin their sticky web of deceit and murder.”
“He was not at Inkwall, from what I could see, so it is very likely he is still at Aylesbury,” Lucyan said. A wolfish smile curved his lips. “I believe you’ve got the right idea, brother.”
“As in chess, if we capture the king, the war is over,” Drystan said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Let’s send a missive back to Tariana and meet with her at Glastar. It is high time we end this.”
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