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His voice is soft and almost teasing. “Oh, baby, you’re so wet. I think you like having your ass played with.”
Bryn steps forward and I see him stroking the oil onto his cock. He’s fully naked now too. I sit back and remove my belt, feeling the need to be completely nude as well. Bryn gets behind me and I feel his hand on my ass. Ossy stills, pulling me to his chest. I lay my head on his chest and try to relax.
“Good girl. You can take us.” Bryn’s voice is low and filled with need.
The head of his cock is against my entrance. His hands are massaging my cheeks. Ossy is stroking my hair and upper back. I suddenly feel so treasured that my eyes fill with tears.
Bryn leans slowly forward and the tip of him presses into me with a pop. I whimper. “Breathe, love. That was the hardest part.” He’s frozen, letting me adjust to his girth inside me.
Ossy raises my face and kisses me deeply and Bryn starts to slide in. I make a noise that isn’t purely pleasure so Bryn stops and slides out a bit.
“Just breathe, baby,” Ossy murmurs.
“Easy, love. You can do it,” Bryn says quietly as he unhurriedly works more of his cock inside my ass.
Inward a tiny bit, then out, until just his head is gripped by my ring of muscles, then in again. He’s so slow and deliberate, and I’m feeling so stuffed, so full, and Ossy is kissing, licking, touching me, and I’m suddenly out of control, rocking my hips and close to the edge.
Two soft masculine chuckles surround me, and they both start to move, then, thrusting gently into my body, and all I can do is take it. The well of heat is growing and growing and it seems like I’ll never go over the edge, that I’ll just be stuck here between them, impaled and pleasured forever.
And then I’m so close that my body takes over, thrusting itself back onto them hard. I feel like I dissolve. I lose touch of my body, screaming. A heartbeat passes, then another, and another.
When I feel like I’m in my skin again, I can tell my boys are pushing themselves towards the edge. They slide in and out, their rhythm impeccable. Within a few breaths, they both lose control, Bryn holding my hips hard and thrusting deep but slowly, Ossy’s hands on my breasts as he thrusts upward, his pelvis lined up and pressing deliciously against me, and then I come again, clenching down on them. I hear them respond to the grip of my muscles as they find release at the same time. I collapse onto Ossy’s chest as my mates slowly, gently continue to fuck me as they soften.
My eyes eventually open and I raise my head to see a soft glow emanating from the ring stones. I hear the Morrigan’s voice in my ear again. “One year, Adelaide ferch Elspeth.” Ossy and Bryn both jerk, and I realize they heard it too.
Bryn gently pulls out of me first, leaving me empty and sore. He comes to help me off Ossy’s big cock, holding my hand. Ossy stands, and we look around. All the kelpies and selkies had bowed or kneeled, but they start to rise now that we’re standing.
Slowly, the selkies touch their hands to their brows, at the same location as my Priestess mark. The waterhorses bow again, and Filib salutes to Bryn with a terse nod. Then they all melt away, into the woods, as the light from the stones fades, leaving me and my mates standing, pressed against each other in the center, moonlight glowing upon us, magic in our souls and grins on our faces.
Chapter 17
Osmund
The next few days pass in a blur of meetings and preparation. My mates and I have barely had time to talk about what happened.
When we returned from the ritual, Orla collapsed in Adi’s arms, and Sean inquired as to the safety of the young males of his raft who had volunteered. But his words died off as his eyes took us in, still radiant with the touch of the Goddess. My little female had battled like a seasoned warrior, done things she shouldn’t have been able to. And then she completed the ritual with Bryn and I, her body connecting the three of us, and we were blessed by the Goddess. What exactly this means, I’m not sure.
Filib comes to see us the next day, still in human form, and his hand wrapped where Adi’s blade had impaled him. He sulks and maintains that he hadn’t known that Jack and Sciemle were bringing backup. Bryn and I don’t believe him, but Bryn thinks that removing him from the head of the EA, after we killed the other two leaders, would lead to more harm than good. Thus, Bryn strong-arms Filib into agreeing to order the lower council to wait to elect a new leader until after Mabon. We’ll deal with that disaster after we deal with the current one.
“Let’s get moving,” Bryn says kindly.
