Page 50 of Their Fated Magic

I turn away from them, hiding my face as I dress quickly. “And I’ll never get used to this.”

“Trust me, honey,” Drogo says in a low voice. “You will.”

“So, we’re all on the same page about her fine ass,” Garrick says, still staring. “Now we all have to make nice. The marriage was one thing, but now it’s different. We’re officially linked together. This is a real bond, all of us can feel it. And it’s enough, if we handle it right, to end the fighting between our people, once and for all.”

The energy in the room shifts. It’s less about throwing their cocks around, seeing which one is bigger, and more about a deal. An agreement. There’s something formal about the way they all regard each other that makes me finish dressing quickly, before sitting down to put on my boots.

“We’re tired of conflict all around. Resolving matters with the bears is a giant step in the right direction,” Arlys says, ever the diplomat. “Because who knows what will happen with the witches from here. It’d be nice to know we won’t be attacked by the bears.”

“Agreed,” Garrick says. “The bears meant it when we agreed to this peace treaty. All our people are aware of it and will respect it. There will be no more problems from us.”

“Or us,” Drogo says.

“Which is a relief,” Arlys adds, and he sounds relieved.

“Plus, we have a bigger issue with the Illness and the water that affects us both,” Rinan says, then shrugs. “Everyone loves a common enemy. This should help get our people on the same side even more.”

“Sounds like we’re all on the same page,” Drogo says. “Fighting bad. Peace good. We heal our people, and then we have a relationship. All of us. Connected through Tara.”

Garrick nods. “It’s a deal. Our priority is fixing this curse and focusing on making our wife happy, because she doesn’t deserve to live in conflict. This is our official truce. Our promise to our wife. Our promise to make her happy.” Garrick puts out his hand for the men to shake, and one by one, they all shake hands.

The air in the cave feels lighter, and there’s no tension at all. It’s a first for this group. There’s just a bond, a closeness, that I never imagined possible. Wow, can I really have a happy home? With all my men?

My whole soul feels happy as I stare at them, relieved I don’t have to give any of them up. Relieved that I can have them, together, and happiness. It’s not how I pictured my future, but maybe it’s even better.

But then I yawn, suddenly feeling the exhaustion from the past few days. “Do you think we could sleep for a little bit? I’m exhausted, and you three must be too since you spent all day searching this mountain.”

Gentle eyes run over me, and I get the strangest feeling these men will never tell me no. That they’ll give me whatever I want. And they prove that to be right when they easily agree.

We create a space for us all to lay down in a pile of blankets that seem to surround me. It reminds me of our first night sleeping together back in wolf territory, but there’s no fighting or growling or fondling. We’re all cuddled up together, and it feels so nice.

I look at the faces of each of my husbands. There are no lines of consternation, no snarls, no frowns. There’s only peace, and I couldn’t ask for more.

Garrick has an arm around me, so does Drogo. “Are you sore from being with all three men… after being with me?” Garrick asks me, loud enough for everyone to hear.

The wolves seem to be alert. Listening.

“No, I feel good.” I don’t want to tell him how good I feel or how good it was to be with all of them. I’m actually still trying to come to terms with how it felt to be with multiple men at the same time.

He sounds amused. “Are you sure? I imagine it was…a lot.”

I laugh. It was a lot, and I loved it.

“I’m so sure.”

He leans in and kisses me. His lips brush against mine, soft and gentle. I close my eyes and lean into him, savoring the moment. The warmth of his skin heats my own, and his scent fills my nose. I moan into his mouth, and he puts his other hand on my stomach under my shirt. Slowly, he slides his hand lower until he’s right under the waistband of my pants.

“Do you think you can go another round? Maybe with four of us?” he asks.

I move my hips toward him, pushing his hand further into my pants, waiting for him to feel my yes for himself. He complies, sliding between my thighs and stroking me softly. “Hummm, you are wet.”

“Fuck. And here we thought we satisfied her,” Drogo murmurs, sounding more than a little aroused.

“She smells so damn good when she’s turned on,” Arlys says, breathless.

Turning to him, I see that he’s already got his cock in hand. Hard and ready.

It’s difficult to breathe. To catch my breath. “We can really do it again? So soon? Can we?”

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