Letting him replace my emptiness all with him. He’s correct, nothing will ever feel right after this.
His other cock slinks inside me, reaching so deep I swear my eyes cross. I chant his name, meaningless words falling from my mouth. I’m nothing but a living, breathing ball of pleasure, driven higher and higher into that night sky with each thrust, each slither, each breath.
“Mine, you are mine!” he roars, as he picks up speed.
His hand comes out and slaps my clit, adding pain to the mix until I can’t hold back, I can’t stop it. It’s a deluge, a tidal wave of pleasure. It rolls through me, wrecking everything in its path and rebuilding it again and again.
I come so hard I don’t think it will ever end, my pussy and ass clenching so tight he can’t fight me. He roars as he fills me, shooting his release into my pussy. I jerk beneath him, my stomach rolling and lungs tightening.
When it’s over I feel boneless, and so full and satisfied beneath him, I can’t move. I lie there, hanging over the edge, trusting him completely.
He gathers me closer, softly now as he slips from my ass and pussy, and I catch a glimpse of a long, slightly purple tentacle-like cock before it disappears. His face shifts to human, his eyes still white as he lifts me back up until I face him.
I stare into those white orbs, my mouth dry and throat sore from screaming. No doubt my other mates heard that or even felt it, but I don’t care. They can try and make me scream harder, it’s going to be a fucking hot competition.
“Next time, Little Monster, I’ll show you knotting.” He grins as he strokes my face so softly and tenderly, I nearly cry. This man, this god, undoes me in the best way. He shows me the best of myself, and accepts the worst, never judging. Understanding and knowing what I need and giving it to me without a thought for himself.
“Knotting?” I echo quietly, my eyes wide as he pulls me into his chest.
“We have so many animals to go through, little one.” He chuckles.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me.” I giggle as I snuggle closer, relaxing in his arms.
“And you will love every second of it.” He grins. “Me and you, Little Monster, forever.”
Forever is a long time. I can’t wait for it to start.
After we made love on the balcony, she fell asleep in my arms. I pulled her closer and took us back inside. There, in the shadow of the room, was Lucifer—Lucy, as she calls him. I don’t think she even knows she was calling her mates as she came, that she was pulling them closer, and here he is, waiting and watching from the dark like he can’t break free of these shadows to reach her.
I hope he does. She needs him and it’s clear he needs her. He needs to allow himself to understand and feel that, otherwise it will break both of them a little. Maybe a lot.
My poor little monster, nothing is ever easy for her, it never will be. She has had a hard path in life, to be a fighter, a leader, to never give up. I hope I—we can lessen that burden for her and give her shoulders to lean on when it gets too hard. Like tonight.
She needed that, I needed that. To prove to both of us she doesn’t always have to be in control. Doesn’t always need to be strong and dominant, that she can trust us to give her what she needs, even when she doesn’t know it. It will be a long road to break down those barriers she still has, the ones built on pain and betrayal from the many people in her life who hurt her. Sometimes we will cut ourselves on those bricks, but we will still keep going until we get inside.
Because she is ours.
And we are hers.
And that is what you do for those you love. You love them so completely, so fully, even when it’s hard or it hurts, especially then. It’s when they need you the most. It’s not always easy or pretty, but I’m learning that love is both selfish and selfless. You can’t love without both.
“You should let her in, you might be surprised what she can do,” I whisper to him, not wanting to wake her.
“Is that right, forest god? Or maybe she would destroy me,” he rumbles from the dark, his eyes glowing.
“She could, but to burn in her flames would be better than to burn alone. Think on that before you break whatever bond is between you,” I advise as I walk by.
“And if I chose to walk away?” he calls.
Sighing, I look down at the precious woman in my arms. I never thought I would be here. Offering another man my love’s heart, but she needs him and what she needs, I give her. Always.
Selfless.
It doesn’t mean I won’t kill him.
Selfish.
Got to have both.
I leave him to think on my words and what he will do as I head back to the room. We will need to make it home if this is where we plan on staying, I want her comfortable here. She is the leader, after all, she needs a place she can come to when it gets to be too much.
We all need a home, it’s what we searched for.
I wonder if this could be it.
Laying her back on the bed, I climb in beside her. As I position her, the others reach for her, awake and aware of what happened. Jealousy and anger fill our bonds, but they settle as soon as they touch her. Yes, a hard road. Let us hope we are strong enough to traverse it.
Together.
Brushing her hair back, I curl a silky lock and stick it in place with deft fingers until her hair is styled in a style suited to a queen. Who knew having to do Isla’s hair when she was little would come in handy with my mate.
Dawn slept so long we had to wake her, and the ceremony is soon. Somehow, Jair and Dume found her something to wear. Griffin helped her bathe, and Aska aided in dressing her, adding jewels and treasures to her frame that someone called Jean Paul delivered. Each one had a story, a tale, and he had to tell her each as he placed them on her body. It took a long time, but we understood. After, he regarded her and declared her the best treasure he has ever found, then he bowed and left her to me to finish off the look and make sure she is ready.
They all seem to defer to me in that way, and I wonder why. I never wanted to lead anyone or for anyone to look to me, yet they do, as does my mate. I hope I am enough. That’s when I realise she must be feeling the same way, and right now she needs me to support her, to comfort her. To be her rock, the man standing behind her.
Every great woman has one. But a woman like this? She has a number of them.
“You are ready, and beautiful.”
She sighs and turns to look at herself in the mirror. This brings back some memories for her, so I wrap my arms around her waist and press my head to her shoulder. “You okay, Little Monster?”
“What if I can’t do it?” she whispers, meeting my gaze in the mirror. “What if I’m not good enough?”
“Dawn, look at me. No one, I mean no one, could have done what you did. You brought this world together, all its monsters and misfits, and got them to not only listen to you, but to fight for you. Look at your mates. They are some of the fiercest, most rare creatures in the world, and you got them to get along and sleep in the same room. You can do whatever you put your mind to. I promise you. And we will be here, behind you, ready for whatever you need. When those stares and stressors become too much, we will block them. We will stop them and give you time to rebuild.”
Tears fill her eyes as she watches me, showing such weakness from such a strong creature. The fact she shares them with me only solidifies my love for her.