Page 41 of Tortured Royals

“And mentally, they have to be open to the bond,” I finish. My gaze finds Alaric then, but the assassin doesn’t shy away. He simply stares at me, those soulful gray eyes never leaving my face.

Nate leans back in his chair and grins. “Sounds easy enough.”

“It’s not supposed to be easy,” Prince Callan says. “We’re supposed to worship our mate, and in return, Lady Fate will grant us with more power. We’re supposed to be the ones to balance our mate. To protect and cherish her.” As he speaks, he moves positions, coming to sit on my other side. His golden wings drape over the back of the couch, and instinctively I reach over, tracing my finger slowly down one wing. He shudders and cups the side of my face. “Are you ready to bond, my Ahalian Touizda?”

My heart thuds as I stare back at the archangel’s ridiculously handsome face. “Yes,” I reply, my throat suddenly tight. “Are you?”

“I couldn’t be more ready,” he answers. His golden lips quirk up, but there’s so much emotion, so much…love, in his eyes, that my bottom lip trembles. He brushes his thumb across my cheek, and my heart beats so loud it’s like there’s a steady drumbeat in my ears. I have the startling thought that after this, I won’t ever truly be alone again. That somehow, after all these years, afterall I’ve endured, I’ve found my family, and I would die to protect them.…And die without them.The thought is both thrilling and terrifying, because life won’t be the same if they’re ever taken from me.

My gaze sweeps over the rest of my mates as they rise from their seats and come closer. For once, Nate has no jokes, and there’s no casual banter. My mates are serious as they surround me, and for just this moment, it’s as if time has stopped.

A sudden spark of panic goes through me, and I blurt out an irrational thought that pops into my head. “But what if I’m not a good mate? Five of you is a lot to keep happy.”

“You could place us in your dungeons and throw away the key, and we would still think you are the perfect mate,” Prince Callan says.

I laugh at his ridiculous answer. “You would no—” I don’t finish, because my archangel presses his lips to mine, and the worry that I might not be enough for them vanishes in an instant. The kiss is soft and gentle, and it fills me with a warmth that chases away all the dark thoughts buried in the depths of my mind. I lean into him, deepening the kiss, my tongue stroking over his, and the archangel responds, claiming me like he’s been waiting an eternity for this moment.

Dante’s tail releases my leg, and he brushes his fingers across my neck. “Come, Blake,” he whispers.

I pull my lips away from Prince Callan and stand, watching as Dante and the rest of my mates undress, exposing ridges of hard muscle and sculpted abs. Prince Callan comes up behind me, pulling off my shirt, and he drags his lips against my bare shoulder. I’m still not wearing anything beneath the shirt, and my nipples pucker as they’re exposed to the cool air.

We make our way to the bedroom, and Nate lays on the mattress. I crawl over to him, anticipation winding through me as I climb on, and I gasp as I feel every bump and groove ofhis cock as it slides inside me.Merciful Lady.My golden tattoos flare to life instantly this time like the power inside me is already awakening. Like it already knows what we’re about to do.Mine.They have always been mine. I can feel it in my soul, in the very depths of my being. These males are my fated mates.

Nate grips my hips as I ride him, whimpering as I move up and down his length.

Mason comes up behind me. “Can I, my mate?” he asks me tenderly. I nod and stop moving, leaning forward so the centaur can work himself slowly into my ass. When I start moving again, it takes a short while for me to adjust to the feel of them, and then I’m moaning as Mason cups my breasts.

Still, it’s not enough. I need the others. Like Dante can sense what I’m thinking, he comes onto the bed, kneeling on my left, and his tail curves around to flick my clit. Alaric climbs onto the bed and kneels on my right. I reach out, gripping their cocks and stroking them, loving the sound of their groans in my ears.

Prince Callan is the last to move onto the mattresses. He makes his way near Nate’s head and kneels. His cock juts out proudly, and I bend over enough to grab it in my mouth.

He curses, his golden wings flaring out as his cock hits the back of my throat.

Five mates.Five.Their scents mix in the most intoxicating way, and as I breathe them in, something settles in my chest. There’s this feeling that no matter what happens in the future, this moment is right. I was always meant to claim these five. From the moment I met them all, I knew they were mine, but I never really realized how badly I wanted this. How badly Ineededthis, until now.And it feels so good to finally have them. To finally let myself bond with them.

I keep my mind open to them, and my heart feels like it’s about to burst as pleasure consumes me. We move in tandem, finding a rhythm, the six of us all touching. The power inside megrows, the magic spreading to my fingertips and racing to my toes as the tattoos light up on my skin, so bright I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Fuck, Blake,” Nate curses, his fingers digging into my hips as I cry out.

My shifter’s barbs explode inside me, and the pleasure, the power, becomes too much. The house shakes, dust and rubble falling from the ceiling, and there’s a buzzing in my head as I feel the mental connection between me and my mates snap into place. My power builds in pressure until it explodes, and the orgasm hits me with a force so intense I scream. Just when I think I can’t take anymore and the power is going to tear me apart, the connection with my mates grows even stronger, and my power starts flowing into each of them. My mates find their releases at the same moment, and their groans fill the air.

It takes moments for the power to stabilize and regulate, the magic like a pulsing heartbeat inside me, and when our orgasms end, the house stops shaking. I still feel the power bubbling under my skin, but it’s contained, constantly flowing inside me and my mates.

“Holy Fates,”Mason mutters in awe, and my chest heaves as I realize I’ve just heard him in my mind.

I let go of Alaric’s and Dante’s cocks, and I swallow Prince Callan’s release before pulling my mouth from his cock. When I open my eyes, for a moment all I see is light. It takes seconds for the light to fade, and then I stare at the golden circle tattoos now on my mate’s chests, the whirls and marks matching the tattoos covering my body.

“I feel you,”I say to them, my eyes wide as I speak to them in my mind.

Mason kisses my sweaty shoulder.“And we feel you, our mate.”

My heart is so damn full, tears prick at my eyes, and I smile.

Dante rocks back on his knees.“Well, that was…intense.”

“So, this is what it feels like,”Prince Callan murmurs, tucking his wings in again.

Mason gently pulls his cock from my body, and I climb off Nate. Alaric moves back, and I flop onto the bed.“I guess so,”I say with a soft smile.

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