Flames of Fury

Rohanor

Varian and I sprint as fast as we can up to Mags’ room. It takes extraordinary effort not to shift just to get there faster, plus I get the sense that if I give over control to Aedan I might not get it back for quite some time.

Her scent beckons us towards her, it gets stronger and more enticing as we get nearer to her room.

I can’t believe Varian and I have been going about business as usual for the last 5 months while she was being tortured and, by the look of her belly, raped.

The thought nauseates me, it enrages me, it makes flames billow off the surface of my skin. I want to light the entire fucking world on fire.

But somehow that all fades immediately when I see her looking so small, curled up into herself, hiccuping sobs into her pillow. In this moment I’m not angry at her, or my parents, or Xander, because right now I’m broken, too.

Varian and I slowly walk over to her bed. She doesn’t say anything to us, doesn’t lift her head to see who it is, she doesn’t acknowledge us at all.

Where do we even begin, Ro? Varian asks, his tone laced with worry.

I think we just go back to the start, and we mend the cracks along the way.

I wish I had the answer. But it’s the only thing I can think of to do. Sometimes people don’t want a pep talk and inspirational words, they don’t want to be told that it’s going to be okay and that things will turn around.

Sometimes people just need to know there’s someone who doesn’t want to try to fix you. Someone who will give you the space you need to fall apart safely, and when you’re done that person will help pick the pieces back up no questions asked.

Varian climbs into bed and settles in behind her while I walk around to the other side and lay down facing her. We don’t speak, but we make our movements slow and deliberate to give her time to say no if she wishes.

Varian pulls her to him so they’re pressed flush together. I drape my arm over hers and run my fingers through her shortened hair. I glide my fingertips over her cheeks and across her lips, trailing faint sparks wherever we connect.

Our bond has suffered, it’s been fractured and weakened. But it can be revived. It will be.

I cup her cheek in my hand and fix my eyes on her face. Slowly she lifts her eyes to meet mine, that beautiful flame licking within her irises. When her eyes fully meet mine, her beautiful little face slowly scrunches up as if in pain as she releases a feral cry and throws herself into my arms, nuzzling into my chest as she heaves from the sobs.

Varian and I plant kisses all over her — her hair, forehead, neck, shoulders in an attempt to mend the cracks of our bond and solidify our souls once more.

“Ro?” Mags breathes softly against my chest.

“I’m here, Princess.” I whisper back to her.

The sobs start anew, her body convulsing with her cries. “I’ve missed you both so much.” She whimpers against me, trying to subdue her tears.

I cup her chin gently and tilt her head back so I can look at her. I kiss the skin under her eyes, following the trail of tears and kissing them away. I follow the stream all the way down her cheeks to the corner of her mouth.

Her breathing has settled a little, and her body is no longer wracked with sobs, but tears still fall silently down her face. I kiss them all away, and then I gently press my lips to hers, reveling in the feel of the sparks that get stronger with every touch.

I don’t push her, I keep my lips pressed to hers and wait for her to kiss me back. After a moment I feel her push back against me, and then I feel her tongue slash against the seam of my lips.

I lick at her lips and lap at her tongue leisurely, reverently, worshiping her with every stroke.

Goddess I’ve missed her beyond measure. Her taste is like a homecoming.

Varian leans over, unable to wait any longer and kisses her right along with me. As soon as my lips leave her mouth Varian devours her like a starved man, which in a way we are. We’ve been starved of her for months without even fully realizing it.

— — —

Magnolia

I couldn’t resist them even if I tried, they hold me tightly to them, stroking my skin and kissing me softly.

Varian captures my mouth with his, impatient for his turn. I’m not sure if it’s just a reflex or muscle memory, but he caresses my stomach, massaging it, memorizing its new curves.

I can’t lie to them, they’ve already been hurt enough. They’ve done nothing wrong and yet they’ve suffered the worst. Though the three of us were all on the receiving end of Xander’s gift, they weren’t the ones who lied and flew off. Forgetting me wasn’t their fault, and it’s not fair to punish them for something that wasn’t in their control.

“They’re yours.” I breathe against Varian’s lips and then I turn to face Ro again. “The babies are yours.”

Ro and Varian sit up on the bed, their expressions flashing between confusion and disbelief. Varian’s hand doesn’t leave my stomach, if anything he grips me a little tighter.

“How can you be sure?” Ro whispers, wanting desperately to believe me.

I sit up between them and rest myself against Varian’s chest for support.

I really didn’t want to get into all the shit that happened in the hollow now but it’s the only way to explain to them that they’re the ones who created these babies with me, the only ones who will ever make babies with me.

“There hasn’t been anyone else. There will never be anyone else. I was pregnant when I got there, that day I left. Ember confirmed it, she showed me the bloodwork they ran and the ultrasound. Illian did a lot of fucked up shit, but he never actually touched me.”

Ro and Varian rub their hands hungrily over my stomach and the babies return by kicking at them. They’ve never been as active as this, being near Ro and Varian makes them move around like crazy.

“I didn’t know,” I say as my voice becomes smaller and smaller, “I swear I didn’t know before –”

Ro crashes his lips onto mine, his hands wrapping around the back of my neck. His kiss is demanding, starving, desperate.

He‘s relentless in his kiss, he steals the air from my lungs and replaces it with himself. I breathe him in like fresh oxygen, like that first gasp of air after you’ve been underwater clawing your way to the surface and when you think you can’t hold on any longer you somehow find a way to push past the burn. I’ve been suffocating without them, and now they’re here breathing life back into me.

Varian grabs my chin and pulls me from Ro’s lips and claims my mouth for himself, just as hungry, just as demanding. Ro slides his hands down my belly to the bottom of my shirt, hooking his thumbs under the hem and sliding it back up exposing my bare belly to them.

I try to cover my stomach with my hands. My skin has been stretched to its limits trying to accommodate these babies and I have the marks to prove it.

Ro’s chest rumbles sending vibrations through my whole body causing the babies to settle down immediately as if they recognize their alpha – their father. Ro’s eyes are impossibly black, an indication that his feral nature is teetering on the edge of control. He nips at my fingers and hands, forcing me to move them away and leave myself exposed to his scrutiny.

I turn my head to watch as he looks over my stomach, Varian continues to kiss and suck at my neck and jawline. Ro traces every mark, every new line on my stomach before planting kisses along each one.

“You’re stunning,” he whispers against my skin. Desire instantly floods my core, my body desperate to feel us reunited as one. Ro purrs appreciatively no doubt at my scent but I don’t care, I love how they desire me and even more than that I love how they make sure I know it.

Varian lifts my shirt up and over my head, then he unclasps my bra and discards it off to the side. He cups my breasts in each hand, they’ve grown with my pregnancy and now spill out of his hands when he grabs them. A shiver runs up my spine causing my nipples to harden and pebble against his palms when he drags his teeth over his mark on my neck.

Every movement is slow and deliberate. They’re taking their time getting reacquainted with my body and I am not rushing them.

Ro slips my leggings and panties over my hips and down my legs, tossing them casually to the side. He kisses and nips me from my ankle all the way up to the juncture of my thighs. He teases my folds with featherlight kisses before sliding his tongue along my slit.

If the hormones and increased blood flow weren’t enough, Ro’s and Varian’s touches have me so wound up that when Ro slips a finger into my core my orgasm takes us all by surprise, like a white-hot flash pleasure rips through me.

“Oh Princess,” Ro smirks against my folds before capturing my clit between his lips and sucking on me, making my toes curl and my body shudder.

I push him down so he’s laying on his back and I start removing his pants, unwrapping him like a gift on christmas morning. I can hear Varian taking care of his own clothes behind me, wanting to be skin to skin with me as soon as possible. Ro helps me out by lifting his shirt over his head and soon the three of us are completely laid bare and exposed.

I drag my eyes over his face, down his broad chest which is rising and falling rapidly with anticipation. I run my hands over his abs and his hips before taking his hardened length in my hands. He groans, arching his head back into the bed as I stroke him leisurely.

I straddle his legs and position him at my entrance, then I place my hands on his chest for support and sink slowly down his impressive length. Incoherent sounds tumble from both of our lips as he fills me to capacity, stretching me in the most delicious ways.

Varian kneels behind me, his hands still wrapped around me caressing and teasing my sensitive breasts. His hips move with mine as I grind against Ro, his cock feels like a burning steel rod against my ass. Ro’s hips thrust up as I sink down, pushing into me deeper and deeper.

I want to hold off, I want to hold onto this feeling for the rest of my life, but his cock is rubbing and stroking every inch of my swollen, needy core. With another roll of my hips as he thrusts up into me I release again, my walls clenching and spasming around his cock.

Slowly, I slide off of his steel and turn my back to him to face Varian. Ro sits up to support me, knowing what I need and want before I’m even consciously aware of it. He sits me on his legs and pulls my knees apart so my legs are draped over his. He wraps his arms around me, effectively pinning my arms to my sides, and places his warm, possessive hands on my belly. I’m exposed to Varian in the most vulnerable way.

Varian approaches me like a lion on the prowl, he’s hungry and I’m his prey. He plunges into me and stills when he bottoms out, holding me there connected to him at long last.

Spread out as I am, all the pleasure he’s filling me with is concentrated within my core. He angles his hips just right so the head of his shaft rubs against that sensitive patch on the front of my walls.

“Varian, please, I need both of you.” I want to feel both of them filling me, I want them to claim me like they did that first night we spent together when they put their pups in me.

“You sure, Princess?” Ro asks me softly, his cool breath fanning the shell of my ear.

“Gods, yes. Please.”

Ro and Varian share a look before Varian slips from my heat to let Ro reposition himself. He sinks into me, coating himself in my arousal and then notches himself at my ring’s entrance. Slowly he sits me down on top of him as he presses into me.

Fuck, does it feel good. He groans as my ass swallows his cock, “goddess Mags you’re so fucking tight.”

I’m practically laying on Ro’s chest as he sits leaning against the headboard, but his strong arms lift me by my hips enough to slam me back down onto his lap. “Fuck!” I cry out because the sensation is divine.

A part of me desperately wants them to stop being so gentle, I want them to fuck me into this bed until I can’t even think. But another part of me knows that this sweet, passionate, love making is the balm that our bond demands.

Varian slips easily into my dripping center. I moan incoherently at the sensation of both of my mates occupying my body. I’m beginning to feel complete again.

They start slowly, easily lifting me off their lengths before slowly filling me back up.

Everything melts away around us; the room, the light, time itself ceases to exist. It’s just us. Here. In this moment. Our bodies silently speak the words we’ve been desperate to say to one another, confessing our sorrow and reaffirming our unbreakable love.

Their pace gets progressively faster, their thrusts progressively harder and more demanding, like they want to brand me from the inside out.

I feel the tightening in my belly, the slow build up of pleasurable tension with every stroke of their shafts.

“Cum for us, Love.” Varian’s command is hidden beneath a purr. He and Ro sink their teeth into either side of my neck, their cocks swell as they pump their seed into me. I detonate around them, red flames ripple down my body from head to toe as I ride out my endless orgasm.

They stay locked inside of me licking at my neck until their cum drips out of me and down their shafts. Varian gently pulls out of me and then lifts me off of Ro just as carefully. I whine at the loss but he silences me with a bruising kiss.

I lay between them, Ro at my back and Varian in front of me, finally feeling like I’m home.

Never leave us again. I hear Ro’s and Varian’s voices floating through my mind.

Never. I promise.