Page 199 of Their Rejected Queen

“You’ve been in a coma for weeks,” Arwan explains. Godric gives me a moment to breathe, and I open my eyes to take in Arwan’s hungry gaze. He watches my every move and reaction to the ministrations of my other two mates.

I’m squeezed between them just like I had been between his physical and spiritual forms in his tower.

I shiver at the memory.

Based on the sparkle in his eyes, he remembers it too. “There she is,” he praises with a smile. “There’s our little queen ready to finish what she started.”

“She’s so fucking wet,” Ze’ev says as he slides his fingers between my legs. Based on how soaked I am, he’s been playing with me for a while now.

He easily slips his fingers inside, and my mouth parts on a gasp.

Godric takes advantage of my reaction and devours my mouth with his.

“You went into heat in your sleep,” Godric says against my mouth. He indulges me with a kiss, making my body wilt against his as I succumb to his dominance. “You begged us to help you. It’s been agony to wait for you to heal.”

“I held him back,” Ze’ev whispers into my ear with pride. “He broke my fingers, so now that I’m healed, I get to use them inside you as his punishment.” He strokes me from the inside as if demonstrating his reward, making me whimper.

“How is this real?” I whisper.

My body warms as Ze’ev strokes his fingers inside me, giving me a taste of what I need. I keen, and wetness gushes out of me.

Godric’s nostrils flare, and I know my body has a different sort of effect on him when I’m in heat.

The last time this happened, Arwan had to use magic to temper him.

There won’t be any need for that now, I think without a doubt.

My body feels different.

The temperature is higher, the need is more poignant, and the stabbing desire is like a knife inside me screaming for something only Godric and my other two mates can give.

But how? I wonder again.

“You broke our curse,” Arwan explains as fabric rips under Godric’s demanding hands. “You killed the king. The Monster Games ended with a fucking bang, and now you’re in the castle while we try to bring back the Monster Isle Queen from her third death.” Godric releases me enough for me to stare at Arwan in shock. “It’s a good thing death and I are on good terms,” he adds with a wink.

“Queen?” I squeak.

I know that’s been his pet name for me, but I didn’t see myself as actual royalty.

But if he’s a prince…

And if King Njord is dead…

Then…

My eyes widen.

“Did you say my ‘third death’?” I ask, struggling to stay coherent as Ze’ev and Godric clearly react to my body calling theirs.

Ze’ev growls into my ear and slides his fingers over my back entrance as if readying me.

Godric’s cock strains against his pants. The fabric stretches, impressively holding together as he presses his hips against mine.

Anticipation of what awaits me makes sweat break out on my brow.

Or maybe that’s a powerful heat threatening to destroy me.

“Yes, and you came back even stronger,” Arwan praises as his fingers trace my jaw. Then he kisses me as Godric watches, demonstrating patience. “You can handle Godric’s knot now,” Arwan whispers on my lips, making me shiver.