Chapter 33: The Kings' Morning Worship
Violet woke to the soft drag of a tongue along her shoulder.
Not a kiss. A tracing. Cassian was mapped over the golden sun rune with lazy devotion, following its edge the way a man reads scripture, his stubble rasping against her skin between each pass of his mouth. Warm light spilled across the cave floor. Morning had come while they slept, and the candles had burned down to stubs, and the furs had tangled around her legs like a nest trying to keep her.
Beneath the furs, a second pair of hands moved.
Evander's palm was splayed flat against her stomach, sliding slowly upward, over the soft curve of her belly, up to the heavy weight of her breast. He cupped it, thumb dragging lazily across her nipple until it peaked, and she felt his cock, already hard, press against the small of her back.
"Good morning, wife," he murmured into her hair.
"You're awake," she managed. Her voice came out sleep-rough and wrecked already.
"Since dawn," Cassian said against her shoulder, lips curving. "We've been patient."
"How long?"
"Long enough to memorize this rune." He kissed the sun mark once, hard, then lifted his head. Golden eyes found hers in the morning light. "Long enough to get hungry all over again."
Evander's hand slipped lower, over the swell of her hip, down her thigh. His fingers teased along the inside of it, barely there, maddening. "We decided," he said, his deep voice a rumble she felt through her spine, "that our marriage isn't properly christened. Last night was the wedding. This is the christening."
"And it requires," Cassian said, sliding down her body beneath the furs, "your full attention."
His mouth closed over her breast.
Violet gasped. He sucked her nipple deep, wet and slow, his tongue swirling around it until her back arched off the furs. Evander caught her hip and held her still, one massive hand spanning her waist, while his other hand finally pushed between her thighs. His fingers slid through the folds of her cunt and found her already slick, already aching, and he made a low, satisfied sound against her ear.
"Look at that," Evander breathed. "She wakes ready for us."
"You did this," she panted. "Both of you. Just breathing on me and I'm..."
"What?" Cassian released her nipple with a wet pop and grinned up at her. "Say it, wife. Say what we do to you."
"Wet. You make me so fucking wet."
"Good girl." Evander's fingers circled her clit, slow and deliberate, and her whole body shuddered. "Say it again."
"You make me wet," she moaned, hips rocking against his hand, "both of you, every time, I can't help it, I'm your..."
She broke off as Cassian's mouth traveled lower. He kissed down her sternum, over the soft curve of her belly, biting gently at the flesh of her hip where it met her thigh. His hands pushed her knees apart, spreading her wide beneath the furs, and he looked up at her from between her thighs with an expression of pure, reverent hunger.
"Mine," he agreed. "Ours. And this gorgeous cunt is ours too."
He licked her.
One long, flat stroke from her entrance to her clit, slow enough that she felt every inch of his tongue. Her head fell back against Evander's shoulder and a broken sound left her throat.
"Evander," Cassian said, his chin glistening, "hold her legs open for me. I want to take my time."
Evander's hands hooked behind her knees, drawing them wider, pinning them back. The position left her utterly exposed, spread between them, and the embarrassment of it only made her wetter. She felt it, felt her own arousal dripping down onto the furs.
"She likes that," Evander observed, amused, his lips against her temple.
"Of course she does." Cassian dipped his head again. "Our greedy wife."
Then he stopped talking and started eating her in earnest.
He licked her slow and deep, tongue fucking into her entrance, then dragging up through her folds, then circling her clit in tight, maddening spirals. He groaned against her the whole time, like she was the meal of his life, like the taste of her went straight to his cock. She twisted her hands into his dark hair and pulled and he growled, the vibration buzzing through her clit until she was keening.
"Please," she gasped. "Cassian, please."
"Please what?" Evander asked, rolling her nipple between his fingers, pinching just shy of pain. "Tell him what you want."
"I want to come. I want your mouth, I want..."
She didn't finish, because Evander turned her face toward him and kissed her, swallowing every sound she made, his tongue sweeping deep while Cassian's tongue worked her below. She was surrounded, filled with sensation from every side, and the triad bond pulsed hot in her chest like a second heart. She felt them through it, both of them. Cassian's hunger sharp and bright, Evander's calm, banked, terrifying want. They felt her too. She knew it, because Cassian moaned into her cunt and Evander's kiss turned rough, teeth catching her lip.
"Come for him," Evander ordered against her mouth. "Now."
She shattered.
The orgasm tore through her in rolling waves, her scream caught in Evander's mouth, her body clenching around nothing, her thighs trembling against Cassian's shoulders. He kept lapping through it, gentler now, drinking everything she gave him, until she sagged between them, boneless and spent and blinking at the sunlit stone ceiling.
"Beautiful," Cassian said, kissing the inside of her thigh. He crawled up her body, and his mouth, wet with her, found hers. She tasted herself on his tongue, musky and sweet, and moaned into the kiss.
"One," Evander counted, his voice dark with amusement.
"One?" she breathed.
"You didn't think that was the christening, did you?" Cassian reached down between their bodies and pressed the blunt head of his cock against her entrance, sliding it through her soaked folds without entering. "Wife. Please. We have hours."
The festival drums were faint this morning, a distant heartbeat beyond the rock, and the cave held them like the world outside had agreed to wait.
"Then take me," she said.
Cassian pushed in.
He entered her slow, inch by inch, and she felt every one of them, her body still tender from the night and impossibly hungry. His jaw went tight. His arms shook where they bracketed her head.
"Fuck," he ground out. "You're still so tight. You feel like you were made for us."
"Move," she whispered, and he did.
He fucked her slow and deep, each stroke bottoming out, grinding his hips against hers so the coarse hair at his base dragged against her clit. Evander kept her chest pinned back against him, hands roaming, mouth pressed to the curve of her neck where his frosted moon rune sat. He bit it, softly, and the bond flared white-hot.
"We felt that," Cassian gasped. "Through the bond. Evander, do it again."
Evander bit down harder. Violet arched, crying out, and felt Cassian's pleasure crash through the tether alongside her own, doubled, tripled. That was the thing about the triad bond that undid her every time. She felt him feel her. A loop of want that fed itself until it roared.
"I can't hold," Cassian warned, his thrusts shortening, going rougher, harder, the slap of his hips against hers loud in the cave.
"Then don't," Evander said. "But she's not finished. She stays with me after."
"Greedy," Cassian managed, laughing, breathless.
"She married both of us. She's ours to be greedy over."
Cassian drove in deep one last time and came with a broken groan, pulsing hot inside her, his forehead dropped to her shoulder, his whole body shuddering. She held him through it, hands on his back, feeling his heartbeat slam against her chest.
He rolled off her eventually, collapsing into the furs with a sigh, golden eyes glazed. "Christ," he panted. "Three hundred and fifty years old and she still fucks me into the stone age."
"Get out of the way, then," Evander said.
Cassian laughed and dragged himself aside. Evander turned Violet onto her stomach, slow and careful, his hands moving over her like he was rearranging something precious. He gathered her hips up, urging her onto her knees, and she went, bracing her forearms on the furs, her cheek against the pillow, over-sensitive and aching and desperate for more.
"Look at her," Evander said, and she heard the naked want in it. "Look at our wife. Married one night and she's already presenting for us."
"Evander," she gasped, face burning.
"What? I'm only admiring." His palm ran over the curve of her ass, squeezing, then his fingers slid back into her, two of them, curling, and she moaned into the pillow. He fucked her with them slowly while his thumb pressed against her clit from behind. "So wet. Cassian's spend and your own, all of it. My turn to add to it."
He pulled his fingers free and pressed the thick head of his cock against her entrance.
He entered her slower than Cassian had. Deliberate. He fed himself into her inch by inch while she moaned, stretching her all over again, until his hips were flush against her ass and he held there, buried to the root, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
"Mine," he said, low.
"Yours," she answered, because it was true and because he needed to hear it.
He fucked her like he spoke. Measured, deep, devastating. Each stroke was a full withdrawal and a slow, unrelenting drive back in, dragging against every nerve inside her until she was clutching the furs and babbling. Cassian had shifted closer, propped on one elbow, watching Evander take her with heavy-lidded golden eyes, one hand stroking himself lazily back to hardness.
"Kiss her," Evander said without breaking rhythm.
Cassian leaned in and kissed her, swallowing her cries, his tongue sliding against hers while Evander drove into her from behind. She was caught between them, filled from both ends with their attention, and the bond sang so loud in her chest that she thought it must be audible outside the cave.
"Evander," she begged against Cassian's mouth. "Harder. Please, harder."
He obeyed.
His rhythm broke open into something primal, hips snapping against hers, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the cave, and she came again with a scream that bounced off the stone, her cunt clenching around him in long, helpless pulses. He groaned, deep and guttural, and spilled inside her with a final brutal thrust, holding her hips against him as he pulsed.
They stayed like that, joined, breathing, while the sunlight crawled another inch across the floor.
Then Cassian's hand, gentle now, brushed the hair from her damp face. "Still with us, wife?"
"Mm." She couldn't form more.
"Good." There was a grin in his voice. "Because Evander's right. Three's better."
She felt Evander withdraw and settle beside her, pulling her back against his chest. Cassian slid in front, his arm banding over her waist, and she lay cocooned between her two husbands, spent and stuffed and thoroughly worshipped.
"I can't walk," she announced to the cave ceiling.
"Excellent," said Cassian.
"That's the point," Evander agreed, his lips against her nape.
She laughed, weak and breathless, and it turned into a wince when she shifted her hips. Everything ached. It was a good ache, an owned ache, and her thighs were a mess of both of them, and she found she didn't care at all.
They lay in the warm quiet. Somewhere far off, the festival drums quickened, and a horn sounded, thin and clear over the hills. A horn for the second day's rites.
"The packs will want their queen," Evander said reluctantly.
"Let them want," Cassian muttered into her hair. "Ten more minutes."
"An hour," Violet countered, and both kings laughed, and Cassian's arm tightened around her waist.
She closed her eyes. The rune on her left shoulder still felt warm where Cassian had kissed it. The bond pulsed between the three of them, slow and sated, like a tide going out.
Then Evander's hand, which had been resting innocently on her hip, slid down between her thighs again, fingertips tracing her swollen, dripping folds with unhurried patience.
"You said an hour," he murmured.
Violet opened her eyes and looked at him, at Cassian, at the sunlight pooling on the furs and the horn sounding again over the hills.
"We're going to be late," she said.
Cassian's grin was slow and wicked as he pushed the furs back from all three of them. "Then let's give them something worth being late for."