Page 23 of Night's Bride

Trying to breathe as little as possible so as not inhale too much of her scent directly, Nash crept toward Emily and gently nudged her shoulder. Thank Mother Ewa that she slept lighter than the males she never mated.

“Emily,” he rasped on a strangled note.

“Nash?” Her face scrunched up slightly, no doubt smelling the heavy scent permeating the air, and sat up. Her gaze roamed the room and then paused on her males with a look of shock. “What the hell?”

“We have a situation,” he needlessly pointed out.

“I can see that,” she returned in bewilderment. “My question is why? What the hell is going on?”

“We apologize, rya,” Vrel said piteously. “We did not know.”

“Know what? And why do my insides feel like they are on fire? I feel…” Her eyes widened as a trickle of hot arousal ran down her leg. “Oh, Blessed Mother.”

Nash’s nostrils flared and he fought back the instinct to draw her back down into the furs and mount her. Very gently, he cupped her jaw in his hand and turned her head to look at him. “What you are feeling is the effects of the rut. The Withering Days are upon us and so your body is reacting to the pheromones we are putting out. You should understand what this means already, yes?” At her nod, he smiled comfortingly. “Your males, on the other claw, are suffering from a different problem.”

“Which is?” she whispered uncertainly.

He drew in a deep breath and immediately damned himself for the way her scent shot straight down to his cocks with hot urgency. “Your mating was never completed,” he explained.

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Wait, Vikt did rituals for days, and?—”

He shook his head, interrupting her. “He began the process but never saw it through.” He paused for a moment, recalling waking and the sight of the offerings surrounding the little statues. “My presence interrupted it, did it not?” he asked, glancing over at Vikt.

The male grimaced and nodded, his ears pinning back against his head. “It did not seem right to do so while you were there at first and then…” he hesitated, his ears flicking uncomfortably.

“And then what?” Emily demanded, her voice strained with worry. “What could possibly justify waiting?”

Vikt lowered his head unhappily. “We did not know that this would happen. Vrel spoke truthfully. When Nash woke up and Vrel and I saw that he was a good and admirable male, we chose to wait so that we could all make the bond properly, together.”

Nash blinked at the male in surprise. It was the most foolish and yet endearing thing he had ever heard. He rested a hand over his heart as he regarded the twins.

“You greatly honor me with the depth of your feeling and that you were willing to wait for me—however unnecessary it was,” he added. “It was foolish, but the gesture humbles me.”

“You two are idiots,” Emily said, her words without heat as she looked upon her males fondly for a long moment before glancing up at Nash. “How confident are you about all of this—me, them, our family?”

He peered back at her as understanding settled in place deep within him. She was frightened of making the choice and shewas taking him up on the offer he had extended. His expression softened so that she could see the love and adoration he held for her.

“I have no doubts. This is where I belong. To you and to them, as your alpha,” he rumbled in reply.

She sucked in a sharp breath but nodded, a nervous smile playing about her lips. “Okay then. Let’s do this. I accept and choose all three of you. You are my triad, my mates. Nash is my alpha from this day forward until the day we return to the dust of the earth.”

Joy rose within him, overwhelming the hunger momentarily. He straightened to his full height in front of her and he restrained a smile at the way her eyes fastened on his extruded cocks and widened. Without a word, he made his way around her so that he could crouch in front of where she was sitting, staring into her eyes.

“Our blood, hearts, and souls will mingle. This night will break us down, destroy us all, but we will be reformed and breathe again, together as one,” he rumbled as he placed his upper hands on her knees and slowly parted them, revealing the soft flower resting between them. He glanced over at Vikt and Vrel who had managed to crawl to his side, their bodies trembling with their barely restrained need. He held their gazes, and they nodded, understanding what they were to do now as he turned his attention back to Emily. Their rya. “Through blood we arrive into the world, and through blood we are born again.”

The words left his mouth, and he lunged forward, his body covering hers as his teeth gently pierced the tender flesh of her shoulder as Vikt and Vrel likewise delivered their bites. He drove his hips forward at the same time, stretching her cunt around his breeding cock as it pierced her and opening her slickened ass around his secondary cock. She jerked against him with a cry, driving him deeper as the scents of pain and pleasure rose fromher. He continued to press into her with tiny pumps, giving her some relief and building her pleasure with rapid intensity before pushing deeper.

“Is that it?” Vrel whispered, but Nash shook his head.

“Through blood the bond is made. We have only done half of it,” he panted.

“She needs our blood as well,” Vikt murmured, finally grasping what needed to be done.

Together, as one, they bit into their palms, drawing their blood and painted Emily’s mouth with it and her tongue as it extended to swipe over her lips. She moaned as Nash’s hips shot forward, burying himself completely within her as the warmth of her awareness slid over his mind. He reveled in it and her newfound pleasure as he gripped her and pumped his cocks in and out of the sucking heat of her feminine sheath.

Her cunt was so tight around his shaft that he felt every ripple of pleasure from her body even as he felt it from their bond running over him in a white-hot tongue of bliss. Vrel gasped in wonder and moaned huskily in reaction, his partially extruded cock thrusting from his sheath fully for the first time without manipulation.

Nash smiled as the male reveled in the sensation, but his attention quickly returned to his mate as she filled his senses. His mate. He had a triad and a female of his own. He grunted as another wave of hunger hit him and he dragged her bottom up from the nest as his hips flexed against her, driving his breeding cock into the strangling grip of her channel over and over. A heaviness settled in his belly as his cocks filled her and it dropped even lower into his seedsack. He growled with the pleasure of it, his claws scraping lightly against her skin, drawing tiny shivers from her that he felt echo along his shafts penetrating her.

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