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“Ours,” he promised again in a low, throaty voice.
“Ours,” Daxton echoed and slowed his ravaging of her.
“Ours,” Bastille agreed.
Luna reached out toward Sly and Nikolai, offering her hands, and they took them. With their free hand, they touched her everywhere they could. Her stomach, hand, ankle…
All of them were connected.
Treasured. She felt treasured. About to be filled with three men at the same time—yet, treasured.
“Claim.”
Teeth pierced into Luna, but this was not like a vampire’s bite. It was a claiming bite. The one that meant forever. The pain dissipated quickly, and the bite seemed to make her feel…stronger. Immortality? Another of the men bit her. Then another. Her neck, arm, ankle…
Each bite stung on her skin, but a new wave of strength flooded through her.
They were making her stronger.
Daxton kept up the new, slower pace of his thrusting. Tilting her hips both provided a new, delicious angle for him to rub deep inside her and made it easier for Bastille’s cock to sink a little deeper into her puckered entrance.
“Made for us,” Bastille whispered.
Daxton grunted into each plunge. “Perfect.”
“Love.” Kobe stroked a finger over her cheek, and she cuddled into his touch, squirming to get closer. Her gaze locked onto his leaking cock.
“Love,” the men agreed.
And she took Kobe’s cock into her mouth.
Chapter 57
Two Years Later
“What would your people say if they could see their naughty little queen sucking a vampire’s cock?” Bastille asked from the doorway of the grand castle bedroom.
It was rather early in the morning, but Daxton had already left their massive maroon silk-sheeted bed for light shifter “kingdom business.” Sly and Kobe were passed out a couple feet beside her on the bed—always sleeping till close to noon.
All of them lived in the castle and royal bedroom together, bringing the two kingdoms—light and dark—together. The first year, it seemed impossible, as immortals clung to their old ways and prejudices. But the revolts were starting to dwindle under Daxton, Bastille, and Luna’s rule.
When Luna had woken, Bastille’s place beside her on the mattress was empty and cold. Yet, she had smiled at the rumpled area he left behind. He typically visited the kitchen and brought her breakfast in bed, always trying to atone for his treatment of her back from the beginning of their relationship. No matter that she had spent the last two years telling him she forgave him.
Luna extracted her mouth from Nikolai’s erection, holding herself up on her elbows to watch Bastille approach them with a platter of food. Nikolai’s hard erection tapped at her chin, demanding her attention again as she loomed over his body on the bed. Her head faced the end of the mattress while Nikolai remained at the headboard of the bed as he splayed her thighs open and licked at her clit as his morning breakfast.
“Nikolai woke up hungry,” she explained cheekily.
Bastille chuckled, light sparkling in his green eyes. Some days, the green appeared so much brighter than when she had first met him. No, not brighter—livelier. He remarked, “And we all know what a horny mess you become during his vampire bites.”
She feigned an insulted gasp.
Meanwhile, Nikolai shook his face between her legs and growled against her pussy. The vibration from the sound distracted her.
Her arms and thighs trembled as the vampire doubled his efforts between her legs. Vampires had super speed foreverypart of their body. Thus, there was a hot, flattened tongue flicking against her clit with the speed of a frantic hummingbird’s wings.
“Oh, fuck,” she inhaled sharply, her hips bucking to Nikolai’s mouth.
“I think you’re getting distracted, Princess,” Bastille cooed. He crossed his arms and leaned against one of the wooden pillars at the end of the bed. “Looks like Nikolai’s doing all the work now.”
