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I can feel him reach down and bite at my lower rib cage, sending sparks of desire through my body. I honestly don’t know how these guys do it to me every single time. Just when I think I’m done, they ramp me up again, prime for another massive orgasm.

Jayce and Klaus must sense that I’m stuck from reaching my peak, and they both start to move towards my shoulders. I feel their lips descend on my neck, and my body starts to respond immediately with rhythmic pulses fluttering around Dominik’s thrusting cock. My back starts to bow off the table as I start climbing towards my peak yet again. That all too familiar heat that flushes my body washes over me in a gentle wave. My muscles start to coil tighter and tighter, milking Dominik’s cock for every drop that it contains. His thrusts start to become erratic, and I know that he’s just as close as I am. At that exact moment, Jayce and Klaus both bite me over their mating marks sending me plummeting over the edge, crying out as my orgasm overtakes me. Lights burst behind my eyes as I feel every muscle in my sex clench tightly and pulse. Not too long after I reach my peak Dominik roars out as I start to feel the pulsing jets of his seed spurting within me.

I feel him press gentle kisses against my abdomen up to my rib cage. His hands reach down and undo the restraints at my ankles as Jayce and Klaus undo the ones at my wrist. I am thoroughly sated and ready to take another nap. But I’m pretty sure my guys have another plan for me. Klaus scoops me up in his arms and carries me back over to the shower where it all began.

Klaus and Jayce help me shower, and while in there, those two sneaky bastards decide it’s their time to play. I hear Jayce giggle as he stands in front of me, and I look over my shoulderto find Klaus with a bottle of lube in his hand. I’m seriously starting to question where these boys have all these bottles of lube hidden throughout the house. It’s as if a lube fairy comes along and miraculously drops it off to them in their time of need.

Jayce slowly lifts my left leg and holds it to his thigh as he thrusts up into me. Several strokes later, I feel Klaus starting to massage my rosette, preparing the muscle for entry. When he feels he’s got me nice and loose, he lifts my other leg that Jayce isn’t holding and aligns himself up with my back entrance. In one fluid motion, he slowly breaches that tight muscle, inching his way within me. I gasp at feeling so full and throw my head back to rest it on Klaus’s shoulder

Jayce brings his free hand up and starts to massage my left breast while lowering his head to take the other nipple into his mouth. As soon as the guys feel that I’m relaxed enough, they decide to start setting their pace. It’s not the same punishing pace that Dominik likes to set, it’s slow and gentle. Each thrust is drawn out ridiculously before slowly pushing back in yet again. I don’t honestly think we’ve ever made love in the shower standing up, so this is a first for us.

They take excellent care of me, making sure to draw out my pleasure as long as you could possibly believe. Without the two of them supporting my weight, I think I would have been a mass of Jell-o on the floor. I rest both my hands on Jayce’s shoulders and stare into his eyes as they pick up their pace. All of us are getting close to the end, barely able to keep from having any erratic movements. My guys tighten their grip on me. I’m the first to cry out, screaming their names at the top of my lungs as a mind-blowing orgasm rips through me. Every muscle in my body seems to contract rhythmically and in time with my heartbeat. My vision’s almost blurred; my breaths are just barely panting. Shortly after my orgasm crashes over me, Jayce andKlaus come almost in unison. They embrace me tightly between them, hugging not only me but each other as well.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see them kissing over my shoulder. It makes me smile to see that there’s so much love between them as well as with me. They slowly allow my feet back on the floor as their now flaccid cocks fall free from my body. We take several more minutes to clean each other up, removing most of the evidence of our fun time. I kiss both of them passionately and then leave them to their own devices in the shower as I go to get prepared for the evening.

Honestly, I hate getting dressed up but hopefully, I won’t have to do it too often. I return to the main bed chamber and head into the walk-in closet. The stunning blood-red dress that Oberon has sent for me is absolutely breathtaking. It also looks like I’m going to need a Lego master to get it on me. Thankfully, I have the two royal seamstresses as well as Helle present to assist me with this debacle. I can’t wait for the boys to see me in this.

CHAPTER 152

Jayce

After handlingand seeing to Aurora’s needs, Klaus and I remain in the shower taking care of each other for at least the next thirty minutes. Apparently, for tonight, Oberon had set up a second room for us guys to go into to get ready. Within the room, there are different tuxedos for us to wear. Each one varies in shades of grays. The only one who doesn’t have a fully grey tux is Alaric, who has blood-red lapels.

The rest of my bond mates are in different states of getting dressed; most of us have the pants and the dress shirt on. One of the male tailors are present in the room with us, helping us get our fancy buttons, tie clips, and cufflinks on properly. For some ridiculous reason, Oberon thought that today would be a great day to wear a cummerbund. The cummerbunds are a mix of slate grey and crimson.

I could tell by the colors chosen for us that Aurora’s gown more than likely would be some shade of blood-red. “Well, it’s obvious, guys, she’s going to be wearing a gown, more than likely according to the accent colors, some shade of red,” I say almost sarcastically as if they should know by what they’re wearing. Each one looks suspiciously down at his outfit and then backover to me as I motion to the color of the cummerbund and the color of the bow tie that we’re wearing.

“That would be the most logical answer,” Klaus says as he looks at his cummerbund.

“I was wondering why my suit had this ridiculous colored lapel,” Alaric says, looking from his lapel to the cummerbund then to the tie in his hand. I roll my eyes and shake my head at him.

“Obviously, Alaric, since you are King of the Ice Dragons, yours would have more color to it than ours.” I roll my eyes slightly after uttering the sentence in a rather uncharacteristic ballsy move for me. He looks at his outfit more closely then studies everyone else’s. It suddenly must make sense to him as to why his outfit is different.

We’re finally all dressed when Oberon comes walking in—his robes for tonight are the same colors as our tuxes. His flowing robes are almost iridescent in color, one direction looking grey while the next movement takes on a beautiful crimson color. “Greetings and salutations to Your Highnesses,” Oberon says in that melodic voice of his as he sweeps into a bow gracefully. Slowly, he stands back up and looks at us. “I’m so pleased to see that what I arranged for you fits so well,” he says with a smile and a flourish of his hands.

“Our young queen is ready and waiting for her king to come and get her,” Oberon says as he pointedly looks at Alaric. “After all, this is the Winter Palace once known as the Ice Dragon Castle. It would break protocol and tradition for anyone other than the King Consort to escort the Queen,” Oberon says in a stately manner as he motions towards the door for Alaric to get his ass moving. It takes several seconds before Alaric fully connects the dots and takes off out the door in a hurry.

“Your Highnesses,” Oberon says in a much gentler tone. “Upon the table, there are new crowns for you to match yourqueen. She would like for all of you to match,” he says. And as he waves his hand, the lids from the boxes all pop off and disappear into a shower of glitter.

I’m the first to creep over and take a good look at the crowns he had brought for us. They are similar in design to the crown that the Blood Queen once wore. I look at Oberon questioningly, and he just smiles at me. “Aurora is going to wear her great-grandmother’s crown tonight. I just so happened to polish it up a little bit and adjust its sizing to fit her better.” He smiles and bows before promptly leaving the room. Within each box is a card with a name and a crown specifically for each of us.

I reach for my crown, and just as he said, it’s exactly like the one that was once the Blood Queen’s. I walk in front of the mirror with it and set it upon my head. Miraculously the crown moves and resizes to fit my head perfectly. Now I’m really pondering if the crowns can do this. Why is there one specifically for each of us? I can’t help but ponder that as I watch everyone else slowly put theirs upon their heads. I will have to ask Oberon about this later.

We take the side corridors heading towards the throne room. The handmaidens usher us in to line up on either side of Aurora’s and Alaric’s thrones. She and Alaric have not yet made their appearance into the throne room. Nicodeamus is already sitting at Aurora’s right-hand side. We get moved and shuffled around to fill in the five remaining seats. Each seat is its own throne, but not as big as Alaric and Aurora have.

The music changes, a beautiful fan fair starts to play, and then the music changes yet again to the song“I am the fire”byHalestorm.”I smile at the song choice as the doors open wide. Alaric and Aurora walk in hand in hand, smiling. It’s now that I notice their hands are shifted to that of their gauntlets. And at this point of the song, the singer saysshe is the fire.Aurora and Alaric raise their empty hand, talons facing up, and blue flamesrise at least a foot above their open palms. Theoohsandahhsthat fill the throne room are almost deafening.

Aurora is extruding an aura of confidence and dominance as she walks down the aisle towards the throne. Her head is held high as she maintains the flames as she walks. Her gown is full length with a train. The bodice of the gown appears to resemble dragon scales. The rest of the gown appears to be made of thousands of tiny rubies sewn into the material. She ripples and shines every step she takes; the material seems to flow like blood behind her. Upon reaching the throne, she and Alaric release each other’s hands and hold their taloned gauntlets in front of them, allowing the fire to rise. Aurora looks over to her father, and Nicodeamus shifts his hands to that of his gauntlet, and then the flames rise from his hand as well.

Be it a show about or just a sign of unification, it was definitely an impressive feat that gained everyone’s attention in the hall. Aurora and Alaric quickly shift their hands back, extinguishing the flames, as does Nicodeamus. They slowly take their seats, and as they sit, we all sit in time with them. Aurora does a very slow nod of her head, and the entire room sits at her command.

I can feel the power radiating off of my mate. She uses every ounce of her dominance to make sure that everyone realizes there shall be no one that stands against her. Nicodeamus rises and addresses the court, thanking everybody for their arrival and taking part in the celebration that is taking place tonight. He announces the complete victory over Vladimir as well as the Strigoi. He names several of the war heroes present in the Dragon Court that assisted in our endeavors. As each of the males comes up, Aurora stands with Alaric, receiving the various pins and medals to place on our allies.

I, myself, and the others were not aware of the awards ceremony that was taking place. It’s a nice way to show thatpeople are appreciated and see who is or is not on our side. Oberon periodically comes over and exchanges trays with Alaric, providing him with more medals and ribbons for Aurora to hand out. I can almost bet these little trinkets she’s handing out are enchanted. I would dare place a wager that these will be another way for Oberon to weed out anyone who may commit treason against us. A gift to be given in good faith also serves as a little spy to make sure nothing negative happens to our family.

Oberon announces for everybody to retire to the Grand Ballroom for dinner and drinks and engage in dancing and frivolity. Aurora nods slowly and then rises up, taking hold of Alaric’s hands. Dimitri and I flank them as they head down the hall and into the ballroom.

The floors are freshly redone in the cedar planks that Aurora had wanted. It’s a beautiful blend of red cedar as well as white cedar. The intricate designs flow across the space. As we move towards the front of the ballroom, it’s now that the design becomes evident. The pattern mimics dragon scales and is only visible from where Alaric and Aurora are sitting.

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