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Eve's eyes widened. ‘Fated mates? You don't think I’m …’
‘Yes,’ Drax replied, putting his hand back on her thigh. ‘Fie and I knew it as soon as the bond was remade. You are ours and we are yours. There's no escaping it.’
She wasn't sure what to say. She'd never considered being with one man, let alone two fae males.
‘And you?’ she asked Priest.
Priest snorted. ‘I don't believe in fated mates,’ he muttered, towering over their trio, and then snorting derisively as he went to his bedroll and lay upon it.
She rolled her eyes at him. There was the Priest she knew. Cold, mocking, caring for no one but himself. She sighed as she leaned into Fie, wanting to believe what they were saying was true; was possible. She didn't say out loud that she had her doubts. Perhaps they wanted it to be so, but she was simply a half-blood stray whose father hadn’t wanted her. She wasn’t special.
That night, she slept between Fie and Drax as usual. They continued to say it was simply to keep her warm. But regardless of their reasons, she had never slept so peacefully as she did when they were lying next to her with their arms draped over her.
In the morning, Eve felt more herself. The bloods had stopped, and she was not so fatigued. The day brought with it a storm, however. Snow blew into their faces as they tried to navigate the high paths and, more than once, they ventured too close to the cliff edges because they couldn’t see much more than a hair’s breadth in front of them. Only part of the day had gone by before they decided it was too dangerous to continue on already treacherous paths until the blizzard had abated.
They found a rocky outcropping nearby that afforded them at least some shelter, staking a tent into the rocks to improvise a better refuge from the cold and wind when they noticed that Eve’s lips were turning blue.
Drax and Fie made a fire under the awning, cooking meat from the deer that Priest had slain.
Priest sat with her, reading to her from the book and showing her some more of the symbols. She still had a long way to go before she could actually read the words, but she was beginning to understand, she thought.
She heard someone cough and looked up to find Fie standing over them. He gave Priest a look, jerking his head to the side. Priest looked surprised, but he closed the book and stood, moving away to the entrance of the small tent they’d created. Fie took his place on her right and Drax appeared at her left. Her head swung from one to the other, her belly fluttering as they stared at her.
Neither of them said a word as Fie untied the thick cloak, letting it fall from her shoulders to the rocks where she sat. He unbuttoned her tunic, opening it.
She finally found her voice. ‘What are you—’
Drax hushed her, his very warm hands cupping her cold cheeks.
‘But—’ She looked at Priest who still stood close by.
‘Don't worry about him,’ Fie said. ‘Let him watch if he likes.’
Her eyes widened, but when she looked for him again, he was gone.
Fie removed her tunic and Eve found that she was already anticipating their touches. She desperately wanted something that she didn't understand, but knew it was only them who could provide this phantom thing. Her heart was racing, and her body shook, not just from the cold.
‘Is this the bond?’ she whispered.
Drax shook his head. ‘No. What you feel is your fae side. We are driven by a yearning for our true mates. You’re finally awakening to it.’
Fie bared her breasts to them, touching them gently, her nipples hardening in the cold. She shivered and Drax pulled her billowing cloak over them, he and Fie crowding closer to her to warm her with their bodies.
Fie began to kiss her neck and her eyes closed on a sigh as his hands drifted into her hair, pulling her head to the side as he licked and bit and sucked gently. She felt a hand slide into her breeches, cupping her most intimate place and she started but Fie was there, whispering in her ear to calm her.
Her breeches were undone, giving Drax access to her, his fingers moving through the folds between her legs. He found the bud of her pleasure and pinched it. Eve arched up with a moan and they both chuckled.
‘Do you like that female?’ Drax murmured.
She nodded.
Her trousers were pulled down her legs and her boots removed, and she found herself pressed into a bed roll, warmed by both Fie and Drax’s bodies as they toyed with hers. They made her writhe and moan as their fingers touched every sensitive part of her, played her like an instrument.
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Drax
Drax heldtheir thrashing female for Fie, ensuring she was warm, protecting her from the worst of the elements while Fie slid himself into her hot, wet heat. He was the leader now. He could take her first. It was his right and, although Drax felt a small pang of jealousy, he knew that they'd made the right decision by giving him command of the unit. Things between him and Priest had changed. No longer were they at each other's throats. Their Brother still didn't treat Eve as his mate, but his attitude towards her was slowly changing.
