Page 23 of Oath of War
‘T-This,’ I stuttered, gesturing at him.
‘What if I want to? What if this makes me happy?’ he said, leaning to kiss the soft skin of my inner thigh. ‘You still don’t understand, my love. While Orm is happiest by your side, I am happiest kneeling at your feet.’
What have I done to deserve you?I thought.
I studied the beautiful male kneeling before me, and I saw a strength that humbled me. I couldn’t resist reaching out and trailing my fingers over his soft lips, a radiant smile transforming his features as he nipped my fingertip.
‘Why?’ I asked, trying to understand.
‘Ani, what you did for me—’ He paused. ‘Why do you think Valaram mentioned the trial? He was testing you because deep down, despite all his magic and power, he envied me.’ Ari placed his hands on my thighs. ‘It is a privilege and the highest honour bestowed by the Dark Mother to have a domina willing to fight for you, and you proved in front of the most powerful of the dark fae court that I’m worthy . . . Ani, you gave me back my pride. How can I not kneel for you? How can I not worship you?’
Gods, I want him. I want him so much it hurts, I thought as Orm growled a curt command.
‘Show her, my fae. Worship her as she deserves.’
Alaric’s lips quirked into a roguish smile as he glanced at Orm. ‘As you command, my lord, but I cannot breathe underwater.’
With a shared understanding, Orm lifted me to the edge of the pool. Alaric’s hands slid to my knees, parting them with deliberate care as he placed kisses along my skin. I sighed, relaxing under his touch, and turned my head to the side to nestle it in the crook of Orm’s neck. Orm’s hands, roughand commanding, cupped my breasts while his lips teased my shoulder.
The world dissolved into sensation—their touch, their warmth, the quiet reverence and unspoken promises woven into every movement. I was theirs, wholly and willingly, and in their arms, I found something I’d thought lost forever: a sanctuary.
Orm’s lips brushed my ear, a soft caress that sent shivers racing down my spine. ‘Do you like it?’ he murmured, his voice low and heavy with desire. ‘Fuck, I’ve dreamt of this—watching as he touched you, my powerful Nivale, surrendering to your men.’ His calloused fingers traced fire along my skin. ‘Gods, your skin is burning hot ... You love it, don’t you, sweetheart?’
‘Yes,’ I moaned, letting him guide me, my body ablaze with a sensation so intense it left me trembling. Helpless, yet so right. Alaric’s lips pressed a languid path downwards, his mouth brushing ever closer to my aching sex. I reached for Orm’s hardness, my fingers encircling him. He groaned, his fingers pinching my nipples, his teeth grazing my shoulders and neck in a flurry of sharp, biting kisses.
‘What are you doing to me?’ I whimpered as anticipation coiled tighter in my belly. My Ursus lifted me effortlessly onto his lap, spreading my legs wider.
‘Whatever I want,’ he growled, his commanding tone resonating with molten heat. ‘Let Ari make you ready because I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your name. Now, are you done protesting, or should I take you right now and tell our fae to quiet you with his cock?’
Orm’s words burned through my defences, leaving only raw desire. ‘I’d prefer to have my fill first,’ the dark fae remarked with a smirk.
‘Ari, please ...’ I gasped, trembling as his tongue found me. Pleasure spiralled out of control, my body arching, but Orm held me firm, spread open for Alaric’s wicked attentions.
‘It’s too much. Please . . .’
I didn’t know what I was asking for—too lost in the feeling, breathless and needy. Even Orm’s breath against my neck was another maddening caress. The aether swirled around us, awakening and growing stronger, reacting to my pleasure and tugging on my connection to Ormond.
‘Gods, Nivale,’ Orm groaned, his voice thick with longing as magic filled our bond. ‘I’d fight a thousand battles for this. For you.’
Alaric chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me. His fingers traced an electric path across my stomach, teasing sparks of aether with every movement. ‘Wait until I make her come undone. I want to see what it does to you, Orm.’ He pressed a finger into me, and my body instinctively tightened in response.
‘Shh, my love,’ Ari crooned as I cried out, the feeling as he added another finger overwhelming. ‘Relax. Let me take care of you before this brute sticks his big cock inside you.’ The damned scholar was studying my reactions for his own deliciously perverse pleasure, all while teasing and testing me.
My nails dug into Orm’s thighs, drawing blood, as I fought to ground myself in the storm of pleasure. But Alaric’s relentless teasing pushed me higher, closer to the edge, only for him to pull back again and again.
‘Please, Ari,’ I begged, desperation colouring my voice. ‘Stop fucking around—let me finish!’
He finally relented, his thumb finding my clit and unleashing a tiny spark of aether that left me gasping. ‘She’s ready for you,’ he declared, and Orm wasted no time, positioning me above him. His thick length pressed against me, and I groaned as he filled me, inch by excruciating inch.
Orm kissed me deeply, claiming my lips as completely as he claimed my body. His thrusts were deliberate and unyielding, each one igniting every nerve. Through our bond, his emotionspoured into me—desire, pride, and an overwhelming love that suffused my being.
But it was more than that. Ormond Erenhart was a commander, not just because he was a leader, but because that was who he was. The man dominated everyone he encountered, and that force of nature now revelled in controlling Alaric and me. Deep down, my loving and respectful Anchor was bound to a beast that was no longer caged and, now that he accepted that part of himself, never would be again.
Orm’s chuckle as he broke the kiss was filled with dark desire, leaving me wanting more. ‘Open your mouth, Annika. Ari has served you well. Now it is time to reward him.’
Alaric stood, his arousal heavy in my line of sight. I obeyed, taking him in my hand and guiding him to my lips. His groan was music to my ears as my tongue traced his length, savouring his taste.
‘That’s my girl. Feed her, Alaric, and ensure she swallows all of it,’ Orm commanded before quickening his pace, his growls reverberating through me as Alaric’s hand tangled in my hair, urging me to take him deeper.
