Chapter 69- Rhiannan Unravels

After the Temple Surge – The Unraveling

The nursery was quiet now, sealed behind soft velvet doors. The triplets slept in divine stillness, little cheeks glowing with the remnants of the power surge. But Rhiannan didn't feel still.

She felt like she was unraveling.

Tears burned her eyes as she stepped into their bedchambers, the weight of the kingdom pressing down like iron. She wasn't sure if it was joy, fear, exhaustion, or just the ache of being too much to too many.

And then Kaleb was there.

He didn't speak. He didn't ask. His hands were calloused and sure as they slid around her waist and pulled her tight to his chest. Her sob broke loose, shattering between them as he cradled her like something sacred.

"I've got you, goddess," he murmured into her hair, voice gritty and low. "Let go."

He carried her to the bed, laid her down like an offering, and kissed every tear from her cheeks. "You carry all of us," he whispered. "Now it's our turn."

With a flick of his wrist, her nightdress vanished. Her milk swollen breasts full and perky, her skin glowing like moonlight. She gasped softly. He climbed over her, his bare, muscular chest warm and solid as he hovered, eyes glowing pale silver with wolflight. His lips claimed hers, slow, deep, full of reverence and hunger. His hips settled between her thighs, his thick cock brushing her core as he groaned.

"Say you need me."

"I need you, Kaleb," she gasped.

That was all it took.

He pushed inside her in one steady stroke, and everything else fell away. His grip was tight on her hips, grounding. He moved slow at first, rolling into her, watching her unravel beneath him.

"You're everything," he rasped. "Everything I ever wanted. Everything I never thought I deserved." He reached between her glorious thighs to find her clit swollen and throbbing and he grinned as he pinched it firmly between his fingers, making her arch up into him as he fucked her even deeper.

She clawed at his back, pulled him deeper. He growled low and snapped his hips harder, dragging sweet cries from her throat. Her name fell from his lips like a prayer, over and over. He worked her clit furiously as he railed her.

When she came, it wasn't gentle. It was blinding, burning, divine. She clenched around him, and he followed with a snarl, burying himself to the hilt and collapsing on top of her, breath ragged.

But she didn't get time to recover.

Arwen was already crawling up from the foot of the bed, dark hair wild, shirt half open. His golden eyes glowed with fae heat as he grinned down at her.

"My turn, little moon."

His kiss was brutal, all teeth and tongue and desperation. He flipped her onto her stomach and dragged her back into his lap, pressing against her slick entrance. She shuddered as his cock brushed between her soaking wet pussy. She moaned his name, "Arwen, please!"

"You want rough?" he growled in her ear. "You need to be reminded you're mine?"

"Yes," she panted.

He slammed into her without warning, and she screamed. His claws dragged down her spine as he pounded into her from behind, growling, biting her shoulder, rutting like a beast in heat.

"Louder," he snarled. "Let them all fucking hear who you belong to."

The sounds were filthy, skin slapping, breath hitching, her cries echoing off the walls.

She came again, legs shaking violently, and Arwen cursed as he followed, voice hoarse. "You're gonna be the death of me, little moon."

She was boneless, but there was no stopping the next.

Elisha.

He pulled her into his arms, eyes dark and molten gold, hands gentle, reverent. He kissed her slow, deep, like she was treasure and he was worshipping at her altar.

"You're glowing," he whispered against her lips. "Let me burn with you."

He lifted her gently, settling her into his lap, arms cradling her as if she might break, even though he knew damn well she wouldn't. She was a goddess, a mother, a queen. But she was also his, and tonight, that meant she got to fall apart in his arms.

"I need you," she whispered, curling into his chest.

"I'm yours," he breathed, pressing his lips to her temple.

His hands were hot against her skin, dragging slow trails down her sides, along her thighs. She arched into his touch, breath catching as his fingers found her again, slick, sensitive, trembling. He pushed his thick fingers into her tight, already dripping cunt and moaned with pleasure. "You feel so good goddess."

When he slid both massive cocks inside her holes, it was heat and heaven and holy fire. He moved slow, deliberate, grinding deep with every stroke as he kissed her neck, her breasts, her jaw. His mouth found her nipple and bit down lightly, causing her to scream his name and he growled in pleasure. His dragon growled beneath the surface, a rumble in his chest that echoed in her bones.

"You lit the fucking skies today," he murmured against her lips. "Do you even know what you are?"

She rocked into him, meeting each thrust with a moan. "Yours," she gasped. "All of yours."

That dragon snapped.

Elisha gripped her ass and slammed into her, once, twice, losing his control as fire swirled around them both. She shattered, again, stars behind her eyes as he roared her name and came with a shudder that shook the walls. Her orgasm squirted all over his cocks as he smiled smugly.

She barely had time to breathe before a shadow slipped beside her, sleek, dark, coiled with lethal grace.

Azarion

"You've given the kingdom everything," Azarion purred, brushing a kiss to her shoulder. "Now let us give you something back."

He didn't wait for permission, didn't need it. His bond to her pulsed like a second heartbeat. She cried out as he pushed her onto her back and slid two fingers into her, slow and possessive.

"You're still dripping from them," he whispered, lips ghosting down her body. "So fucking perfect."

He licked a slow line from her navel to her throat, and then without warning, removed his fingers and buried himself deep. He was thick, hard, merciless.

Azarion fucked her like he was claiming her soul. Every thrust was precision, every kiss a brand. His eyes glowed crimson, shadows swirling around them both as his name fell from her lips like a chant.

"Say it," he demanded.

She clawed at his back, hips rising to meet his.

"Azarion!"

His release was violent, full body, a groan torn from his chest as he held her tight, still rocking through the aftershocks.

And then…

Liam

"Move," Liam said to Azarion, smirking like sin itself. "My turn."

He didn't wait. He swept her into his arms, laid her out across the velvet fainting couch, and devoured her mouth. His hands were everywhere, teasing, worshipping, commanding. Rubbing her already oversensitive clit in tight circles, bringing her to the edge of madness.

"You gonna cry for me too, sweetheart?" he teased, rubbing his cock along her entrance. "Or just moan?"

"I'm gonna scream," she snarled.

He grinned. "That's my girl." He snarled and struck quickly, biting her neck and drinking deep.

He entered her with a snap of his hips and never let up as he fed from his goddess. Liam was pure filthy poetry. He fucked her like a storm, hands in her hair, lips at her throat, hips relentless.

He whispered the filthiest things in her ear, things that made her thighs tremble and her core clench. "You dirty little goddess slut. You just love having all your holes filled by your six men don't you?" She was panting with need as she nodded and moaned lustily.

"You were made for this," he growled. "You were made for us."

She came so hard she blacked out for half a second, stars behind her eyes, air punched from her lungs. He followed with a loud, unholy groan, biting her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

And then… silence fell.

Until the room darkened like smoke.

Sable

He stood in the shadows, still as a statue. Watching. Waiting. His snakelike demon cock moving with a mind of its own in anticipation.

Rhiannan turned her head, body trembling, and met those obsidian eyes rimmed in crimson.

"Sable," she whispered.

He didn't speak.

He crossed the room in two strides, his claws gentle as they traced the curve of her waist. He said nothing as he laid her on her side, spooned behind her, and pressed his massive, pierced cock against her soaking wet slit. She gasped in pleasure and arched her back, nipples hard as diamonds.

"You still sure?" he rasped. Reaching out to pinch those delicious nipples, making her moan.

She nodded, panting and begging, "Please Sable!"

He slid in slow, deeper than the others, stretching her, dragging a broken sob from her throat as he bottomed out. His breath was ragged in her ear, but he held still, letting her adjust, letting her feel every inch.

"Don't hold back," she breathed.

He didn't.

Sable moved with bruising force, each thrust a desperate declaration. His magic wrapped around them both, dark and tangled and aching. He was silent, but his body spoke for him. Every inch said mine. Every breath said never leaving.

When they both came, it wasn't just sex, it was a fucking bond reforged in heat and shadow.

The room smelled like sex and magic. Her body was wrecked. Her soul was fed. And her mates were tangled around her like armor.

And still, she whispered, "I love you."

Every single one of them echoed it back.