Blood Crown

When I awoke the next morning, completely surrounded by hard, warm, male bodies, I realized that I’d fucked up with Caspian. He was just so…annoying. He drove me insane, and I was constantly torn between wanting to strip him nude and wanting to throat punch him. But he was my mate, and I couldn’t hide from that. I just had to accept that it would be torture for both of us.

I snuggled into Ambrose, who was underneath me, with Jacobi and Malachi crammed in on either side. We were all naked, and I had been mildly surprised that none of the men minded touching one another without clothes. It had my mind spinning with all sorts of delicious scenarios…Malachi fucking Jacobi as Jacobi fucked me; Ambrose sucking on Jacobi’s cock while I was tied to the bed, forced to watch as Malachi teased me mercilessly. There were just so many endless possibilities.

A hand slid down my back to cup my ass. “I can feel how aroused you are, mate.” Jacobi leaned in to nibble on my ear, and I shuddered.

The teeth at my neck had me groaning softly. “What has you so worked up, little queen?”

“Mmm. Must be something good, Sher.” Malachi slid his hand down to play between my legs.

They flipped me so my back was on Ambrose. He held my arms as Jacobi and Malachi began to tease the rest of my body.

“Tell us,” Jacobi coaxed. Malachi drifted his mouth down my body before he settled between my thighs. He blew against my slick folds, leaning in to lick my clit. I tried to arch against his mouth, but Jacobi held me down with a low chuckle.

“Come on, little queen.” Ambrose’s husky whisper in my ear had me whimpering.

“I…I was thinking about you three.”

“Doing what?” Ambrose asked.

“Malachi was fucking Jacobi, who was fucking me. I was sucking on Ambrose’s cock.” The intensity in the room instantly rose. I could feel their eyes on me. Malachi’s tongue had stopped flicking my clit.

“Well boys,” Malachi purred from his spot between my thighs, “it looks as though our queen has a need that must be met.” The other two chuckled darkly.

There was suddenly an explosion of movement as they began to arrange me in a position they liked. They placed me on my back with my head hanging off the edge of the bed, Ambrose was standing directly in front of me, his hard, thick cock staring me right in the face.

The sound of a fist landing on flesh had me wrenching up to see that Malachi and Jacobi were wrestling. Ambrose moved to kneel behind me, draping his arms over my shoulders so he could play with my nipples as we watched my other two mates.

“Even though you want Malachi to fuck the angel king, we’re all alphas here, little queen. Malachi needs to get Jacobi to submit.” My pussy clenched at the idea. “None of us have any issues fucking the others, or being fucked for that matter, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to make it easy.” He ran his hand lower, and I slid my legs open wider so his fingers could start to caress my clit.

For a moment, the two wrestling males paused, nostrils flaring as they turned to focus on the display before them. Jacobi made a lunge for me, but Malachi placed him in a headlock. He kicked the winged king’s legs out and forced his top half onto the mattress between my legs.

“Now, your highness,” Malachi growled in Jacobi’s ear. “You’re going to feast on our queen. Make her come on your tongue before I fuck you.”

Jacobi surged between my legs, moving Ambrose’s fingers away from my clit before he devoured me. Pleasure enveloped me in no time. Ambrose tossed Malachi the bottle of lube I kept in my nightstand before going back to playing with both of my nipples. Malachi adjusted both himself and Jacobi without removing the angel’s mouth from between my legs.

The angel king slid two fingers into my pussy, groaning against me when I clenched around them. He crooked his fingers to hit my g-spot, and my back bowed, which only served to thrust my breasts further into Ambrose’s hands and my clit closer to Jacobi’s face.

Ambrose leaned down to kiss me deeply, his tongue stroking mine. He pinched my nipples hard, and I saw stars. I ripped my lips from his to scream to the heavens as I came, my hips twitching against Jacobi’s face.

“You did well, your highness,” Malachi chuckled. “Now slide your cock into our queen’s tight little pussy.” When he’d done as Mal demanded, he was stopped from thrusting as Mal’s hands gripped his hips.

Ambrose stood and gently pulled my head back so it was hanging off the edge of the bed again, the tip of his cock bumping my mouth playfully. “I’m going to tell you everything they’re doing, little queen. We don’t want you to miss out.” I whimpered and slid my tongue along the head of his cock.

“Malachi is about to slide into your king, little queen. Now wrap your mouth around my cock before I make you do it.” He leaned down to tightly grip my hair in both of his hands. I slid my mouth around the tip of his cock and sucked, waiting for the other two to move.

Jacobi’s low moan followed by the touch of his head against my shoulder as his hips jerked told me that Malachi had started to work himself inside the angel. My pussy clenched around Jacobi as I thought about it.

“Suck her tits, you feathered fuck,” Ambrose growled.

Jacobi snarled slightly but complied. Suddenly, he was grinding into me. I moaned and Ambrose slid further down my throat. With that, Ambrose started to thrust his hips in time with the light grinding thrusts caused by Jacobi and Malachi.

“Malachi is controlling Jacobi’s thrusts, little queen. He’s fucking you using a king.” The pace started to increase. “I can see how much Jacobi likes having a cock up his ass. It’s a similar look to when you were eagerly sucking his cock while covered in blood.”

Jacobi moaned and sucked harder at my nipples, bringing one of his hands between us to start playing with my clit. Ambrose kept fucking my mouth like it was my pussy, low snarls leaving him occasionally.

Every nerve ending was on fire, and pleasure flooded my system until all I could think about was just how good they all felt.

“Fuck me,” Ambrose snarled. “Make her come already. She’s sucking me dry here.”

Jacobi pressed his fingers down harder and started to move them faster. Ambrose’s hips lost their rhythm as he got closer to his release.

“Make her fucking come, Jacobi.” Malachi’s dark order had me screaming around Ambrose’s cock as I came. Ambrose cursed as he came down my throat. Jacobi and Malachi both roared as they, too, found their releases.

Mal pulled Jacobi away, and Ambrose fell on the bed next to me. We were all panting. I shivered from the loss of body heat until all three of my mates moved as one, and we were once again wrapped together.

* * *

Malachi

It took us a while to get out of bed, and another one or two orgasms. Ashera had gone with Jacobi to check on preparations for Beltane, and Ambrose was off doing whatever the fuck Ambrose did. Probably sucking his own cock or admiring himself in the mirror.

I hadn’t lied to Ashera in the hallway. I was worried about her. Probably more than was healthy. But there were a lot of moving parts that had the opportunity to go wrong, and while I felt confident that my queen could handle herself in any situation, it didn’t stop me from thinking of every little possibility. Like the idea that there could be more members of the resistance than we had anticipated, or that they would hurt Ashera before we had the chance to figure out who was behind it all.

Last time was close, too close, and we had almost lost our mate. I wasn’t sure any of us would’ve been able to survive that. I don’t know what had taken me so long to admit that Ashera was my mate. This woman was my entire world, and I would do anything for her, whether that was taking down an entire resistance to protect her or fucking another one of her mates while he fucked her.

Although truthfully, I hadn’t really minded that bit. Getting Jacobi to submit, fucking his tight little asshole, controlling the way he fucked Ashera…yeah. It was good. But next time, I’d be the one claiming Ashera’s ass. At this point, I deserved a fucking reward for putting up with these jerkoffs she kept inviting into our lives, and slipping inside her ass while she screamed out my name seemed like a pretty good place to start. Hell, I’d even be generous and let Princess Ambrose fuck her pussy while I did it. In Ashera’s point of view, the more dicks, the better. My queen definitely loved to be stretched and filled in the most delicious ways, and who was I to deny her pleasure?

She had been through so much. We both had. I knew Ashera had a mate before me — had even met Visa a time or two, and she had watched her die. How she had managed to find the strength to carry on after losing half her soul, let alone lead an entire rebellion, was beyond me. The previous rulers of Shaytan had taken a lot out of us, sapping our souls. We were stripped down, defined by nothing more than our blood and the location of our birth. Slaves would always be slaves, and royalty begot royalty. Until Ashera.

I sighed heavily, rubbing my hand against my forehead. In truth, I was no better than the dictators that ruled before me when it came to Caspian. I was judging him by his blood, who his father was, and what his kingdom stood for. Also his fussy clothes, and the way he looked down his nose at me. But that was beside the point. Ashera wanted him and felt a connection to him, so I was going to have to do my best to set aside any assumptions I was building, and at least give the fae fuck a chance. I groaned. Fucking hell, Ashera. Why did it have to be him? This was going to suck.

I got dressed in my usual fighting leathers. The only thing that had changed in the way I wore my clothes was that I now preferred to wear sleeveless leathers, to show off the bold crown marking on my bicep, to show off the bold crown marking on my bicep. I wanted everyone to know who I belonged to. I wanted them to be shaken with jealousy, uncontrollable envy, as they realized that the assassin incubus was mated to the golden queen. And Caspian would be no different.

I left the bedchambers on a mission to find Caspian. We had all begun to share Ashera’s bedchambers since the mate bonds had taken hold. There was no point in pretending that we all didn’t want to be with her every moment of every day, and this morning was proof enough that the mate bond was stretching to include all of us. I wasn’t sure how we would find room in our small bubble for the fae fuck.

Whom I should probably stop calling “Fae Fuck” if I ever hoped to build any kind of a relationship with him. But his sneering, pompous little face made that rather difficult. Fae Fuck just suited him so much better than Caspian. I stood outside his room, hand frozen before I knocked when the door swung open.

There stood Caspian in all his glory, dressed in his velvet and furs, his piercing blue eyes glaring at me, with his trademark sneer on display. I was taken aback. “Um…”

He rolled his eyes. “For an assassin, you’re not overly quiet. It sounded like an entire herd of elephants were storming the halls toward my room. What do you want?”

I threw my shoulders back, finding my purpose once more. “I want to talk.”

Caspian opened the door wider but turned his back on me. “If you’re here to talk about Beltane, there’s nothing more to discuss. I agreed to help, and unlike your kind, my word means something.”

I frowned, annoyance flooding my veins. “My kind?” Actually, I didn’t want to know the answer to that. I held my hand up to stop Caspian from responding. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not here to discuss Beltane. I’m here to talk about Ashera.”

At the mention of Ashera’s name, Caspian’s face softened. Barely, just for a moment. But I caught it. “What about dick slayer?” His tone was indifferent, a schooled veneer of boredom masking any emotions he might feel.

I sat on the edge of the chair facing the fae prince, ready to make a quick getaway if need be. “Ashera told us that you’re mates.” I cringed at the mention of the sacred bond, the idea that this prick in front of me could share that with my queen.

Caspian tensed, immediately defensive. “Your queen has misinterpreted the situation. I would never accept a mate bond with a non-royal.”

I glared at him, my hand touching the hilt of my sword at my side. “Ashera is royalty.”

He tipped his head to the side, the look of careful boredom returning. “She’s not true royalty, Malachi. Surely you know that, as uneducated as you might be.” I opened my mouth to protest, but Caspian cut me off with a wave of his hand as he stood. He wandered over to the window silently. “I meant no disrespect. I was merely trying to explain that you may not have had the full understanding of the situation. Ashera, as beautiful and strong as she may be, was not born to royal blood.” He turned back to me, gaze serious. “Even if she hadn’t freed her slaves, there would’ve been a target on her back. Freeing the humans just made it easier for those people to hate her. But the other royals will not accept a queen who was not born to the crown. Ashera took her crown with force and paid a heavy price in blood to wear it upon her pretty blonde head. But there will be other prices to pay.”

I couldn’t be certain, but I would’ve sworn there was awe lacing his words. I was pretty sure the fae fuck was impressed with how Ashera had taken her crown, royal blood or no. “Why are you fighting the mate bond?” I didn’t want this asshole to permanently be a part of our lives, but I wanted Ashera to be happy. And if that meant convincing Caspian to give her a chance, then that’s what I was going to do.

Caspian raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “I’m not fighting anything. There is no mate bond.”

I stood, joining him at the window. “I fought the mate bond for longer than I should have. It’s not good for us, for our abilities. Your magic will soon begin to weaken, and your strength will lessen as time goes on. Everyday moments will lose their impact. It’s like the world is zapped of emotion, of color. And then when you’re around her…magic.” I thought about Ashera’s bold beauty, the gentle way she smiled at me, and the ability she had to captivate me with a single word. Magic.

Caspian smirked at me. “Who would’ve taken the incubus assassin for a poet?”

“Fuck off,” I muttered.

He was quiet for a moment, taking in the truth of what I said. Likely, he had already begun to feel some of the effects. “My people will never accept a war queen.”

“You’re royalty. Make them accept her.” The answer seemed pretty straightforward to me.

“You just won’t give up, will you?” Caspian huffed. “Fine! Fine. If it’ll get you off my back, I’ll give dick slayer a chance to prove the mate bond. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Yes.” A smirk spread across my face before I could stop it.

“What is it now?” He looked entirely unimpressed with the situation.

I shrugged, leading him out the door to find Ashera and the others. “Ashera thinks you two are mates. I’ll go along with whatever she tells me. But you still have to convince the other two that you’re worthy, and I can’t wait to see what Ambrose’s reaction is going to be.”

Caspian groaned, and my laugh echoed in the hallway around us. I didn’t know for certain what Ambrose would do when I arrived with the fae prince, but I knew it was going to be fucking dramatic.