Page 124 of Oath of War
‘Patience, Annika,’ Orm said again, his voice firm and commanding. His gaze didn’t waver from mine, even as his thrusts grew more hypnotic. ‘You will touch yourself when I allow it.’
‘Shove your patience where the sun doesn’t shine,’ I stammered, fighting with the delicate fabric of my dress as the hunger in me burned hotter. ‘I need you. Both of you. Please.’
Somehow, amid war and grief and the aftermath of battle, we’d been abstinent. I hadn’t been ready, the pain too raw, and they’d both respected that, sharing nothing but comforting cuddles. But seeing my men touching each other, my body awakened with a craving that set me on fire.
Orm’s low laugh sent shivers through me. He grasped Alaric’s chin, tilting it upward so Ari met my gaze. My cheeks burned, my body aflame under their shared intensity. I became wetter, a flood coating my thighs as I saw their devotion—unyielding and all-consuming.
‘You feel it, don’t you?’ Orm murmured. ‘You know you’re ours as much as we’re yours. Take what you need, Annika. Ask for it.’
‘Gods,yes, I need you,’ I begged, unashamed. There was no room for modesty, not with the love and trust that bound us.
Orm chuckled, his voice laced with desire. ‘Perhaps our demonstration can wait,’ he said, pulling Alaric to his feet as they stripped with practiced efficiency.
My breath hitched when Ari stood bare before me, his silvery skin glowing in the candlelight, but it was Orm’s fierce, predatory gaze that rooted me in place.
The two of them advanced, their movements fluid, their hunger evident. My heartbeat fluttered wildly as Orm captured my foot, his lips pressing against my ankle before he began a slow, sensual ascent.
‘What does my lady command?’ he asked, his teeth grazing my calf as he tugged me closer.
‘I want you both,’ I breathed, arching into Alaric’s touch as his nimble fingers began unfastening the intricate buttons of my gown. ‘I need to touch you, to feel you.’
‘Then show me,’ Orm said, his voice a low rumble. ‘Take what you need, Nivale, and I’ll let Alaric pleasure you after he finishes undressing you.’
I wanted to taste him, to feel my lips where Alaric’s had been, but words escaped me, my desire too raw to articulate. Instead, a moan slipped past my lips as I slid lower, peppering Orm’s chest and abdomen with heated kisses. When I reached his cock, I took the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around its ridge. His growl, low and primal, reverberated through me, sending a shiver down my spine.
I sucked him harder, drawing him deeper as I savoured the heat of him, moaning at how delicious he tasted as I gagged on his length.
‘Fuck, you’re perfect,’ Orm groaned, his voice a husky caress. ‘My Nivale, my queen ... Fuck,yes... just like that. Such a good girl.’
His praise unravelled me, and when his hand tangled in my hair, the slight twitch of his fingers betrayed his struggle to hold back. I adored those growly moans of his, the subtle tilt of his hips signalling his need for more. My nails raked across his abdomen, and an influx of strange power coursed through me, threading with my magic to flow through the bonds with my men.
A sharp jolt of pleasure hit me as Alaric’s tongue found its way between my folds, his touch expert and maddening. He teased me, the tip of his tongue circling my clit with torturous precision before sliding a finger inside, twisting it slowly, deliberately.
I was lost, a frenzy overtaking me as I bobbed my head, Orm’s groans of desperation spurring me on. Every stroke of my tongue along the thick vein of his shaft pulled more need from him, his body trembling under my touch. Behind me, Alaric’s ministrations grew bolder, his mouth and fingers driving me to the brink as he sucked in my clit and inserted a second digit.
I pushed my backside into Alaric’s face, riding him as Orm ruthlessly fucked my mouth, and a wave of bliss overtook me. As my body started to spasm, Orm pulled me up by my braid, his cock slick from my attentions.
‘My turn,’ he growled, the words barely registering before he lifted me, seating me on his hips.
The head of his cock slid along my slickness as I rocked against him, desperate for relief, but his steel grip stilled my movements.
‘Look at me, Annika,’ Orm commanded when I whimpered in protest. As my eyes met his, a satisfied smile spread across his face. ‘You are not in control now. I am. Surrender to your Anchor. Release your magic—I want you raw and needy, and I want to feelallof you.’
When he slid into me, the fullness was exquisite, and I tightened around him instinctively. The aether surged through me like a tidal wave, vast and consuming. A stormy, raging sea that carried me into sweet oblivion.
‘Sweetheart, relax. Arch your back for Alaric. Our fae wants his fill, too,’ Orm murmured, his voice softening as he leaned back, and I felt Alaric behind me. His cock pressed against my rear, his movements slow and steady, urging me to yield. The intimate pressure built, and I trembled.
A sob escaped my lips, and Alaric stilled immediately, his concern evident.
‘Annika?’ he asked, uncertainty filling his voice.
‘Don’t stop,’ I whispered, pushing back against him. ‘Please, it feels so good, don’t stop.’
When they both moved within me, the strange magic returned, dancing with my pleasure. It called for me, and I groaned, no longer taking what was given but taking what I needed. My body and soul ignited with power, pleasure cresting into an intensitythat felt infinite. This was mine—this love, this freedom. It was the life I had fought for, earned through blood and suffering.
The magic flared within me, spilling out in a radiant surge, a new strand of aether wrapping around me and reaching for my lovers. It was alive, sentient, and it responded to my call with a gentle, yearning touch. My conduit power flared to life, enhancing the sensation and turning our surroundings into a shimmering vista. I rocked, riding my Anchors’ cocks harder and faster. The ley lines of Ozar awakened, glowing with a vibrant life as they entwined with my essence and those of my Anchors.
‘Annika, what is—? Hrae ...! So much power,’ Ari moaned as he grasped my breast, pumping into me like a man possessed.
