Page 107 of Beautiful Beast

Sirrus pulled me down to the edge of the bed, lifting my legs upward. “Where should I mark you?” He mused. “Make your pretty skin mine.”

The gleam in his eye had me opening my mouth to speak. I never got that far. He shifted and bit down on my thigh, jaws stretching down to my ankle as he slid home. The explosion of the mating bond along with him filling me up nearly made me pass out. All three of them blended together inside me in a haze of love and amazement. They were mine.

Mine.

Tears blurred the world because even in my wildest imaginings, I’d never had this. Nothing that was truly my own and no one else’s. Not even when I was meant to marry. But they were mine and always would be.

Pale blue now swirled around my leg in a gorgeous mark.

Every movement of Sirrus’s cock felt incredible. There was no way I would fall over the edge again right now, especially after they had managed to get more out of me than I thought I was capable of. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was to be theirs.

He came hard, nearly collapsing on top of me, lips finding mine. “I feel you everywhere,” he murmured.

The harmonious blend of them inside my chest was impossible to describe. But I immediately pitied those who could not experience it. To be wrapped up so close with someone who loved you wasn’t something I would ever take for granted.

When he rolled to the side he pulled me with him, and Endre fit himself against my back. “This will make them even more angry, won’t it?”

“I certainly hope so.”

Turning over to face Endre, I ran my hands over his skin. “They can’t touch me anymore, but that doesn’t mean they can’t hurt you, right?”

“They won’t.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve convinced me. Truly. My confidence knows no bounds.”

All three of them laughed, but he leaned in and kissed my cheek. “There’s not much more they can do to me, Princess. We’ll be all right. It’s more important that they can’t touch you.”

Disquiet still bubbled beneath my skin, but they knew what we were up against. If they believed it, so would I.

Sighing, I snuggled down between them. “I don’t want to sleep, but I also don’t want to move.”

“Good,” Zovai said from where he lounged somewhere behind me. “None of us want you to leave this bed, and we have plenty of time.”

In my chest, I felt how true it was. They wanted me here. They wanted me everywhere.

They wanted me.

The dress I wore was scandalous.

Not nearly as revealing as the trap Soza had sprung on me, but still daring. It bared my shoulders and bore slits in the skirt so the mating marks were visible. Mostly gold threaded through with bits of violet, blue, and orange, it made nods to both that dress and the idea of fire. It also framed my necklace, hanging just above my breasts, perfectly.

Belleo knew what she was doing.

Without Helena, my hair was the mess it always was, but I brushed it and left it long so it flowed over my shoulders. They loved my hair, and I didn’t care about anyone else’s reaction. Only theirs.

Outside the sun was already falling, and my mates were nowhere to be found. So I decided to explore this house we’d crashed into last night. I assumed it was where they lived when they were here in Doro Eche. I didn’t care where we stayed as long as we were together, but from the little I’d seen, I already knew why they preferred the mountains.

It was quieter. A stillness to the air that didn’t feel like a city. Every window I looked out showed me beautiful trees and flowers. Wherever we were in Doro Eche, it was secluded.

I knew where the bath was, and the bedroom. As I explored, there were more bedrooms and an entire room dedicated to clothes I couldn’t imagine them wearing. They were too rough for such finery.

The room I stopped in was a library.

Much smaller than the ones in Rensara or Skalisméra, but beautiful. Large windows looking to the west and capturing the evening light. Comfortable chairs and more than enough shelves for Zovai to push me up against if he wanted to do that again.

In my chest there was a pulse of curiosity. My hand flew to my skin, the rest of me needing a moment to catch up. Would I ever be used to that? I didn’t know. The connection between us didn’t seem to point to location, though it was stronger the closer together we were. It was emotions and sensations, but not words.

My reaction brought pleasure and delight, and there was still curiosity. I’d tell them about it later when I saw them.

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