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“Death suits you,” Arwan praises as he releases his cock. He stands up, and the bed dips as he walks close enough that I can lick him.

Hungrily, I grab him and run my tongue over his shaft.

Both Ze’ev and Godric seem pleased by the sight, as they make sounds of approval. Ze’ev digs his fingers into my hips and continues to sink into me from behind. Godric fights for space, easily filling me up as my body purrs with the fullness he offers. My entrance stretches as his knot blossoms and grows.

“So pretty,” Arwan says, sounding pleased as he guides his cock down my throat. “Do you feel it, little queen? Do you feel our souls?”

I flutter my eyes closed as I reach for those threads I remember holding me together.

The golden strands light up as if on command. They’re layered around me like a dress, hugging my curves and squeezing around my breasts, wrapping around my hips and layering with a knot right over my clit. When they stretch, I gasp as the pressure releases sensation through my core.

I open my eyes to find Arwan with a knowing smile. “Do you like it?” he asks.

“What did you do?” Ze’ev asks, panting as he listens to my body, moving at a pace my muscles dictate to push deeper, longer, until he’s throbbing inside me on the edge of an explosion that will take us all under.

“Just a little trick I thought our queen would like,” Arwan says as he paints my lips with his cock. Sweet liquid from the tip rolls over my tongue, and then I’m like a starved woman, devouring him.

Godric holds my hand as if he knows I’m about to lose myself. This is so much.

So much sensation.

So much power.

So many strong, hungry mates.

“You’re doing so well,” Godric praises as his words turn into a growl when my muscles clench from the inside, forcing him deeper.

Then his knot swells, stretching me until I’m whimpering and thrashing. The pleasure threatens to make me lose my mind.

“Say the word and I’ll make it stop,” Ze’ev says through clenched teeth.

I don’t know if he’s even capable right now, but he’s lucid enough to have my needs at the forefront of his mind.

“Don’t…” I whisper, making them all pause.

“Don’t stop,” I finish as my words cut off on a pleading sound. “Never leave me. Never stop. Never part from me again,” I beg.

Then Godric’s knot is swelling past the point of return. I can’t move. My climax hits me like a wall as his seed gushes inside of me, filling me like liquid fire.

Arwan comes down my throat.

Ze’ev groans in my ear, joining us as my body finally accepts the release, and I’m nothing but pleasure on harp strings between the three of them.

And the notes they make me sing are ones that ring through the realm of the dead, awakening them to the thunder of their new queen.

Perhaps I had been rejected.

Perhaps I had been lost.

But now… I am me.

EPILOGUE

MANY YEARS LATER

“He is just precious!” I exclaim as I hold Sofia’s child on my knee. After years of wanting a baby of their own, Renalt and his chosen mate finally made it happen. The royals don’t have too many children these days, especially after I upended all of the unacceptable injections King Njord had put all of the “winning” candidates through.

Slow and steady wins the race.