Page 130 of Blood of Ancients

Warm, inviting mist floated out from the door of the hot springs. It smelled lovely, like honeysuckle and summer, with the new scent of starberries heavier in the air than it was outside the room.

When I stepped inside . . . well, I was greeted with something that stopped me dead and left me marveling at how I’d gotten so lucky.

Sven, Magnus, and Grim were in the “springs,” an oblong-shaped pool with clear water coming about knee-high.

They were naked, already sunk to their chests in water as they sat at different parts of the bench that ringed the pool.

My eyes widened. “Oh. Gods fucking save me.”

Sven stood, dripping glistening water and luscious sex from his hard planes as he showed himself to me. His thick cock twitched between his legs, making him a perfect specimen of arousal with his dark hair curling over his forehead and movie-star face.

“The gods won’t save you from this reckoning, menace.”

My throat hitched as I tried to clear it. I was warm between my thighs in an instant, and I knew the starberries weren’t the reason this time around.

Grim leaned back at the far end of the pool, arms stretched behind him in a leisurely stance. “Come in, sneak. The water’s great.”

Magnus fixed me with one of his smoldering stares, gray eyes piercing through every inch of me. “You’ve eluded us for too long, silvermoon.”

They all had sinful gazes of pure filth.

For a moment, I tried to fight it. It was a futile attempt, and my voice came out weak and raspy. “E-Eluded? We only just retrieved youyesterday, Mag!”

“Exactly,” the bloodrender crooned. “Even a day without you is too long.” Like Sven, he stood from the softly bubbling water, whichdidlook enticing.

Magnus looked better than the springs. His gaunt form called to me, a perfect puzzle for my thicker body, the scars lining his torso creating the most sublime imperfections that made me want to feel every inch of him. His tattoos, swirling from his chest to his thighs to every other part of him to hide the scars, seemed to pulse with energy. His cock, studded and pierced at the tip—a true work of art—was also pulsing with energy and need.

When Grim stood to join them, to show me the immaculate wall of muscle these three mates had crafted just for me, I lost my shit.

My first mate, and my largest. These studs of Vikingrune Academy were all well-endowed, but Grim’s sheer length, girth, andsizealways made me wince with worry and melt with anticipation. I’d never known I was a size queen until I met these men who wanted to own me piece by piece.

They all had claim on me. I would never choose one over the other, because it was an impossible choice, and one I refused to make. As I’d said before, it was eitherallof them or none of them.

And now, realizing I’d never actuallyhadall five of my mates together like this, I couldn’t hold back. I was going to have my cake and eat it too, throw myself on these wickedly delicious guys, and not think twice about it.

A presence loomed behind me. Corym’s voice trickled over my shoulder, up to my ear, making me shudder with its intensity. “Come, silver goddess. Your worshippers await you.”

With a gentle push to my lower back, Corym nudged me toward the lip of the pool. I was already throwing my dirty clothes off—my boots first, then my fur coat, my tunic, finallypeeling out of my pants at the edge so they could watch in awestruck splendor.

The three mates in the pool glanced at each other, smirking, knowing they had me. I couldn’t tell what Corym was doing behind me, but I knew it was naughty by the way Magnus, Sven, and Grim looked over my shoulder at him.

I took a risk and glanced back—

To see Corym nude, radiant in the low torchlight of the bubbling springs room. He caressed me from behind, working his spindly fingers over my spine, up to my shoulders, and into my hair. “We’ve got to wash this filth from your hair before we defile you all over again,lunis’ai.”

I nodded dumbly, closing my eyes and letting out a low groan as his expert touch worked me over. I rolled my head back on my neck.

He took my hand and brought me into the pool. The water was scalding hot—just how I liked it. A perfect touch to the shiver of heat that pooled at my belly and spread outward through my limbs.

Sven said, “We know what you want, Ravinica. We’re still going to make you say it.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” I asked playfully as I stepped past the bench and into the deeper pool. The water came up to my wide hips, but my men weren’t looking down there. Their gazes were locked on my face, taking in every inch of me and my burnt-gold eyes.

Sven waded through the pool to stand in front of me, suffocating me with his heat. He leaned in close, smiling in my ear. “To fuck you so hard you can’t walk out of this room.”

I inhaled sharply, my neck going taut and hollow. “Damn you and your special hearing.” I remembered what I’d said about the mood-setters in the other room.

“I agree with the wolf, this once,” Grim quipped, stepping up to get to my side. He peppered a kiss on my bare shoulder, then another one on the bone of my collar. “We want to hear you say it.”

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