Emrick is clearly done with not getting my full attention and gently, but firmly turns me to face him again. He lowers me back to the ground and kisses me hard, not caring that I just had Bowen’s dick in my mouth. It finally sinks in that these four are fine with sharing me, not a hint of jealousy in sight.
He braces his arms on either side of me and he positions his hips in front of mine. Hesitating, I touch his arms gently to stop him.
“Do you need to stop?” he asks as concern crosses his face.
“What about pregnancy?” I ask, the thought bringing me out of my lust filled haze. The last thing we need is to bring a baby into an unsteady, toxic land.
“Fae aren’t humans, darling. You won’t get pregnant that easily, it has to be desired by both parties before it’s even an issue," Bowen reassures me before lowering his mouth to my breasts.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Emrick whispers one last time, as he leans around Bowen to lower his mouth to mine. I kiss him back as I nod, thrusting my hips into his, begging for him to start. I’m way past ready for this.
He kisses me once more before leaning back and slowly sliding into me. His movements are controlled, giving my body time to take him and adjust. Thankfully I’m more than wet at this point. Pain has me wincing, but he keeps pushing. Bowen lowers his mouth to my nipple to distract me and it definitely works. His amazing tongue teases me, my body relaxing even more. Emrick’s movements are still slow and the pain quickly turns to pleasure, my body finally adjusting to him.
After a few minutes I can’t take the slow torture and I meet his hips with my own movements, encouraging him to go faster.
“I promise I won’t break," I say, giving him permission and praying he’ll actually listen. He meets my gaze, apparently finding all the reassurance he needs. He visibly relaxes before he picks up the pace, pulling back and slamming his hips into mine. The feeling of him stretching me is fucking bliss and I want even more. Wrapping my legs around him, I moan louder as the position lets him thrust in even deeper. The pressure begins to build yet again with each slam of his hips.
He wars between control and pleasure, his movements strong and forceful, but not letting himself go further. One day I hope he’ll let go with me completely.
Bowen slides his hand between us, teasing over my clit as he kisses my neck. Another orgasm builds, slower this time. It’s almost painful when I come, but it pulls Emrick along with me. He groans, low and rumbling as he comes, hands gripping me as he holds me still, pumping his cum into me with slow, purposeful movements.
When he relaxes again, he leans down and kisses me before rolling off of me. He takes me with him, tucking me against his chest so he can hold me as Bowen lays in front of me. I try to calm my breathing as my body recovers from being thoroughly fucked.
Bowen kisses me once before Emrick turns me and I’m staring into his mesmerizing eyes.
“You still alright, sweetheart?” he whispers, kissing my forehead.
“I’m perfect.” My answer causes a dazzling smile to stretch across his face and I lean forward and kiss him on the nose. “You are perfect," I say as I roll back over to face Bowen again. “So are you," I add as I lean in and kiss him. Snuggling back into the blankets, I fall asleep sandwiched between two of my amazing men, happy and content.
As we walk up to the others, guilt starts to bubble up in my chest. Would they know? Would they care? It’s one thing to agree to it, and another to actually have it happen. But when we approach them, everything is different. Almost like they know what happened and are finally relaxing now that it’s in motion.
Gerwyn isn’t as shy and reserved, and Maddox openly pouted. I guess he thought he should have been my first. At least it held a playfulness about it showing he isn’t actually hurt.
And in the end, I have no regrets. They were both amazing and gentle, but passionate. I honestly can’t believe my first time was with two fae, but it felt so right and our connection feels even stronger now. Just wait until Jacob finds out… because he will. That man just knows when I’ve got gossip.
My sights are set on Wyn standing near the new well. I want to see if he has any idea where to start searching for the next stone. With a lead, at least we won’t be wandering around aimlessly. Definitely not a good idea in snow.
“Ah, there you are beautiful," Gerwyn greets me. I blush at the complement and give him a shy smile. “Ah, I see you have your little friend back?” He gives Dormy a little pet. I’d stopped on the way to pick him up from Gareth, who’d kept him busy while I’ve been traveling and now getting things underway.
“Poor guy has been with Gareth most of the time since coming here. Thankfully he was willing to step in while we searched Spring," I smile as I pat the mouse sitting in my pocket.
“Well, I’m glad you came to see me," he says with a smile as he steps forward and presses his lips lightly to mine. I return the kiss a little more aggressively than I meant to. He groans into my mouth and I can’t help the smile that takes over. Then he shocks me by walking me backwards until I’m pressed against the well. His hands slide down until they are cupping the curves of my ass. He gives a gentle squeeze and moves his kisses to my neck.
“You are so tempting, beautiful. I better stop before I bend you over and fuck you right here,” he murmurs as he gives one last kiss to the swell of my breasts that are just visible in my tunic. I’m breathless as he straightens up to meet my eyes, and more than a little shocked. “Were you looking for me?”
“I was, but now I can’t think,” I say, breathlessly.
“I’d apologize, but clearly it would be a lie. I’m more sorry we aren’t somewhere private.” He gives me a sultry smile and I fight back a shiver of anticipation.
“I thought you were sweet and quiet. Was it all an act, Wyn?” I laugh at the sudden change in him. Apparently fucking Emrick and Bo had proven to them that I meant I wanted them all.
“I like things orderly but that doesn’t mean I’m always quiet. I like to sit back and learn about people before speaking much. I like to be in control, and I like it a little rougher,” he reveals as he leans forward and grips me by the hip, pulling me in for another kiss. He lightly clamps his teeth on my bottom lip and tugs before backing away. His words have me curious and more than a little excited. But we have business to handle first.
“I came to see if you had any ideas on stone locations… and you can hold off until bedtime tonight for more of me,” I say, shaking my head at him in mock annoyance. He grins, but then his face turns serious as he thinks about my question.
“There are actually a few places I want to look. We got extremely lucky with the first stone, I don’t see us getting so lucky again. You found it by chance. But the Winter King was very arrogant and as icy as his lands. He also liked his treasure near him, his greed knew no bounds, so I think the castle is our best bet. If not there, then we can discuss a few more areas,” he said before turning a bit more serious. “I want you to be prepared though, beautiful. Remember I said I can see and speak with the dead? Once we are bonded, you will be able to as well, if you can’t already. The souls of the dead tend to travel to Winter since no other courts can see them. It will be a startling sight for you,” he explains. The thought sends a shiver down my spine and I’m not sure how to process it. I’m intrigued, yes, but also a little freaked out.
“I’m part Winter too, so I think it will come naturally to me. It may already be a gift. We’ll have to see once we’re there. I’ve been shot, healed a land, seen a goddess, and bonded with four men - I think I can handle it," I joke. He laughs at my nonchalance, likely seeing right through the bravado.