Page 18 of Vicious Fates and Vast Futures
Olwyn approaches and Grandmother drops the wall spell.
“Very well, then. I’m here, though, if you ever wish to do so.”
I somehow manage not to blurt out “fat fucking chance,” which pops directly into my head.
Both our eyes turn to Olwyn. She raises her eyebrows, surveying me top to bottom. She really gives off mean-girl vibes like it’s her damn job.
“Nice to see you, Adelaide. I hear you’ve been slutting it up, trying to take my throne.”
I burst into laughter without intending to. “Who have you been hanging out with, to call having sex with mymates‘slutting’? Or are you referring to your shit-for-brains husband trying to bed meandEira?”
Seren looks between us with her mouth parted in shock. She’s getting a real crash-course education today, because both Olwyn and I have apparently lost our filters for court talk in front of the queen.
Seren seems to shake herself. “It’smythrone, Olwyn, not yours. It has never been yours. Do not speak to your cousin thus.”
Olwyn sneers in response and turns on her heel. I flip the bird to her back. Bitch. She’s worse than Eira, I swear. Ugh, if those two somehow formed an alliance, it could be a real problem.
I turn back to Seren. “It was, uh, nice talking to you, Grandmother.” And I turn away because all I want is one of my mates’ scent in my nostrils and the press of their bodies against mine.
I TRAMP INTO MY BEDROOMas my mates trail behind me. Ossy shuts the door. I kick off my ballet flats and spin around to face them. Between Bryn questioning me, Seren’s bullshitapologies, Olwyn, and all the toadying I had to do, I am in amood. What I really want is to go fly, but I doubt the boys will allow that, and that fact makes me even more annoyed. I snag Bryn’s sword belt and jerk him against my body.
“A chroí...,” he starts, questioningly, looking down at me to search my face.
“Shut. Up. I’m sick of your shit,” I snap. “I may not become queen, but I’myourqueen. Get naked. You...need an attitude adjustment.”
His eyebrows raise and I feel a flicker of concern. I turn to Ossy and En, who are standing awkwardly, trying not to look at me. “You two, get undressed as well.”
I cock my hip and cross my arms as I watch the three of them shed their clothes. As I start to pull at my laces, Ossy quickly steps behind me to help, whilst grinding his big dick against me. Faster than seems possible, we’re all naked.
I step to Bryn, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him. My tongue dances with his and his cock responds as his hands find my hips. I slip my hands into his hair at the nape of his neck, gently running it through my fingers.
I pull away, gazing into his honey-fire eyes. “You’ll be pleasuring us all tonight. Remember: sunflower.” I smile sassily. “Now get on your knees, Bryn.”
The heat I feel at my words comes from all three of them, and I smirk at that. Bryn drops gracefully to his knees directly in front of me, gorgeous face bowed, most likely so I don’t see the flash of rebellion in his eyes. Whatever the reason, it’s a gorgeous tableau: him kneeling, head bent, Osmund and Nairna naked and muscled like gods standing behind him, awaiting a word from me.
I step back to Bryn and dig my fingers into his hair, a loose grip but a grip nonetheless. “Surely...you know what I want.”
At my words, he doesn’t hesitate, pressing his face into the apex of my thighs—pausing only long enough to inhale my scent deeply—and burrowing his tongue to my clit. I spread my legs just a bit and he arches lower to get a better angle. I close my eyes and lean my head back, enjoying his mouth.
“Enough,” I eventually order and he looks up, placid. “On the bed.” Bryn stands smoothly, crosses to the bed, and lies down. His easy obedience makes me think he knows I’m well and truly pissed with his continuing to question me, especially because I’ve been obeying him and Ossy when it comes to risking myself.
“Ossy,” I direct, smiling, “on the bed next to him. I want to watch the two of you a bit first.”
“Of course, baby,” he rumbles as he climbs onto the bed and leans down to kiss Bryn. Bryn’s hands go to the back of Ossy’s head, curling under his long braid, as I sidle up to Nairna.
I murmur to her, “Hope you don’t mind that I’ll be directing our first time altogether.”
“I like you taking control, birdie. Much more so than when Bryn does.” She grins and winks at me as Bryn pulls away from Ossy to give her the stink eye.
Ossy, obviously picking up on what I was putting down, twists on the bed to feed Bryn his cock. He gently growls, “Youwillred out if you need to, Bryn. Do you understand me?” He waits for Bryn’s answering nod as his fingers tangle in Bryn’s hair. “Three taps.” Another tight nod from Bryn.
En groans in desire, having never seen them together before. I slip next to her and palm her breast, though her eyes remain locked on Bryn sucking Ossy’s huge dick.
Ossy’s hips rock gently into Bryn’s mouth. I smile at how careful Ossy’s being with him given that Bryn is laying flat on his back without control.
“You’re to swallow every drop of his seed, Bryn,” I command from my place beside the bed.
I pinch and play with En’s nipples as she pants and wiggles. Her eyes are still locked on the boys. I let my hands tease her a while longer as she enjoys the show the boys are putting on. Theyaregorgeous as fuck, that is certain. There’s something about the two of them—light and dark, sunny and broody, wide and muscular versus slender and lithe—that always drives me wild. They’re perfect complements to each other. And they’re mine.
