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“Relax,” Emrys breathes in my ear, and I’m so turned on that I feel my walls open up more, basically inviting him in. “There it is. You were fucking made for us, Nell. Did you really think we both couldn’t fit in your sweet cunt?” He finishes his sentence by thrusting the rest of the way in. I think I scream, my body tensing hard at the pain of being stretched by these two males who are both well-endowed.

They pause, kissing my sweat-slicked skin and massaging different muscles. After a minute, I relax enough to sag in Cas’s hold. “I’m so full,” I whine, the pain quickly melting to something unexpectedly delicious.

“We have you. Let us take care of you.” Emrys begins pumping slowly, the movement easier each time. When I moan, Casmir matches the captain’s movements, both of them fucking me carefully. It stings at first, but they were right…I was definitely made just for them because they fit perfectly.

“More,” I demand when the pain recedes, overtaken by otherworldly pleasure. Emrys mutters something about how incredible I am, and they both cease their cautious efforts as they pound deeply into my core.

I do not think any of us have a sense of time as we lose ourselves to the feeling of being connected so thoroughly. I imagine this is the closest we can get to feeling bonded without actually completing the ceremony. We hold each other tightly, running our hands over every piece of available skin, and using our mouths to mark each place we can reach. This isn’t a fucking. It’s not making love or just sex.

It’s a claiming.

It’s as if our souls are fusing together, so much so that I’m certain we will be torn to shreds if we try to separate. They are mine. They are each other's. And I am theirs. We are one soul split into three bodies, brought together by a fated connection. The bond wraps around us, opening a network to each other’s emotions. The severity of their love slams into my chest, and I hold onto them tighter.

There is no question this is where I belong. Where we all belong.

Chapter Eight

Anellah

“What is your home like, Nell?”

Teryn’s question snaps me out of my depraved thoughts of last night. When both of her sons were inside me. At the same time…and I loved it. I clear my throat as I scratch my head. “Uh, well it’s not much different than here; if you take away all the rape and torture, that is.” I laugh, but quickly clamp my mouth shut when I realize that was not a joke to the others. My males watch me with concern while their parents stare at me in horror. “Sorry.” I offer an apologetic smile. “I think the biggest difference is societal standards. We live a bit…differently on Europa—though we still have many of the same things as you do.”

I don’t want to offend them, but I have no reason to lie, either. I look forward, taking in my distorted reflection in the elevator door. Casmir and Emrys stand to my right, angling themselves in a way that makes me think they’re expecting an attack as soon as the doors open. All three of us opted for our leathers today, as my bonds wish to visit the shop that makes them. Apparently, a friend of theirs owns it and has been working on custom fittings for us.

I run my hands over my thighs, feeling a bit sticky. I’m not sure why I’m nervous, but something in my gut is telling me to be. Niair and Teryn met with us this morning and insisted on showing us something that they have never shown another soul. Something that could help us in this war.

This thing of theirs must be powerful if they keep it in one of the thick, sealed vaults at the bottom of the library. As soon as they mentioned it, it felt like spikes were dragging up my spine. It’s not that I don’t trust all of them, but it’s strange to think they have something—more powerful than the gods, they claim—that could turn our fate against Andras.

So, I insisted Xamira come along. The males' parents greeted her, though none of us explained to them just what she is. Which is preferable at the moment, considering I’ve no clue what we’re walking into. They must think she’s just an emotional support cat. I suppose she is, in some ways; but she’s also so much more. I peer down at her still form, my chest warming at the way she’s nestled between Cas’s legs. She loves them.

“And what of your parents? Which gods are they? What are they like?” My stomach turns. How do I explain that my mother has hated me since I was born, and my father loves me only enough to be considered acceptable?

I shrug, deciding to keep my answer simple. “They are the God of Balance and The Goddess of War, though to me they’re just my parents. They are,” I pause, trying to think of the right word. “Motivated. So they will be a great help against Andras.” They both nod, satisfied with the answer. I get an approving caress down the bond and wrap my arms around my front. If I close my eyes, I could imagine Cas is hugging me. At least, that’s what it feels like.

“When will they be here?” Niair’s deep voice saturates the tight space, making Xamira narrow her eyes in his direction. I suppress a laugh at my sassy girl.

“If our message was successfully delivered, I would expect them to arrive very soon.” No one mentions what will happen if our message didn’t make it. That is a fate none of us wants to face.

The elevator finally slows, stopping abruptly at the bottom. I wonder how old this thing is?

Releasing a breath, I wait for the four fae to exit. I’m feeling too jittery to have them at my back where I can’t watch their every move. Following them around a corner and down a dark, narrow hall, we come to a stop in an area that looks like a mini cave. Barely large enough to fit all of us, but sizable enough for the vault just ahead.

What the fuck do they have inside?

A thin form steps from the side, focusing on the intricate puzzle of locks. It’s not the insane amount of security they have that shocks me to my core…no, it’s Ender! The male has clearly been avoiding me since I arrived in Anloria. I was convinced he didn’t exist, and the others were just playing an extended joke on me. But here he is—all five-foot-four of him. No wonder he was able to hide in the shadows so easily; he has the perfect form for it.

I take in his appearance as he works. He has long, black hair that’s braided down his back. Black pants and a sweater that do little to hide his thin arms and body. But other than that, he seems quite normal. When he’s done, I almost expect to recognize him when he turns around, because why else would he refuse to meet me? I don’t, however. His sharp jaw and pointed nose are unfamiliar, as well as his dark eyes. They almost appear black, with very little white showing.

He looks at our group, his gaze pausing on me for a moment before addressing Casmir. “It is ready, Your Highness.” He bows his head lightly, stepping back against the wall to allow my prince to open the door.

“Thank you, Ender.” Cas moves forward, grabbing the large handle in the middle and pulls hard. The metal creaks, and it almost feels as if the movement causes the mountain stone around us to vibrate. Interesting.

The others walk through the arch, disappearing inside from the lack of light. I stop in front of the librarian and raise my brows. “Ender. We finally meet…I’m Nell.”

His eyes flit to the vault before returning to mine, appearing darker than they were a few seconds ago. “I know exactly who you are, Anellah,” he sneers. I immediately call to my essence, covering myself and Xamira—who is sitting to my left—with a wall. “Your mother tried to kill my king! Of course she was unsuccessful, though. He is THE god.” He closes the distance between us, but I stand still, waiting to see what he will do.

“He will reward me greatly for being the one to end your life.” His hand reaches for something at his back and the hairs along my skin stand straight up. I want to call for the others, but I still do not know what’s going on. Do Niair and Teryn have anything to do with this?

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