Chapter 309: Moan Out My Name

Then, Fenric finally took his fingers out, and I felt I could breathe again. But it did not end there.

“Apologize again,” Damar hissed, his cool palms sliding down from my breasts to my inner thighs, forcing them wider.

He leaned down, his tongue flicking against my clit, agonizingly so.

“Tell us you’re sorry for letting him put his mark on you. And thinking of him right at this point, where you are moaning in our arms.”

Ah, that’s a lot of words from Damar. He must be really upset.

“I… I’m sorry,” I finally cried out, the sound breaking from my throat as a high, needy whimper.

I didn’t care about my pride anymore. I didn’t care about being the ’composed’ Queen.

“I’m sorry! Please… Noah, I can’t… Fenric, please put it inside me.”

“What do you want us to put inside you?” Noah asked, and I could tell he was grinning behind me.

“Your… your cock. Fill me with your cock already. I can’t take it.”

“Good girl,” Noah hummed, his hand sliding down to replace what Fenric had been doing down there. Damar gave him space and watched.

Noah didn’t use fingers; he used the blunt, heavy pressure of his palm, grinding against my clit in a way that made my vision turn white at the edges.

Oh God!

My eyes rolled back as my head thrashed about, my breath turning completely ragged, and my expression contorted into someone broken by pleasure.

I want to cum.

I wanted to cum.

I couldn’t take the pressure anymore. I wanted to cum, or better still, have one of them shove their huge cock inside me.

“But it’s too bad.” Noah continued. “We aren’t even close to finishing.”

Fenric moved up, pinning my arms above my head with one hand, his massive chest pressing against mine.

“What… What are you doing? Fenric!”

He began to lick the stray drops of milk from my skin with a slow, agonizing thoroughness.

“We’re going to mark every inch of these lines,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my damp belly. “By the time the sun comes up, you won’t even remember the color of his eyes.”

The blue crest on my wrist gave a sudden, sharp pulse—a cold flick of magic—but I barely felt it beneath the overwhelming heat of the three of them.

I was a drowning woman, but I wasn’t drowning in the sea. I was drowning in the fur, the musk, and the relentless, punishing love of the men who had claimed me long before the tide brought a stranger to our shores.

But then something strange happened. The tent flap shuddered, a sudden gust of wind snapping the thick hide against the frame with a sharp crack.

For a split second, the heavy fabric lifted just enough to reveal a sliver of the world outside—the dying embers of the fire and the deep, black night.

And there he was.

Ten feet away, Thalor sat as still as a carved monument. He wasn’t sleeping. He was staring directly at the tent, his silhouette framed by the silver moonlight.

As the flap fluttered, my eyes locked onto his. His violet eyes weren’t just glowing; they were burning with an intensity that pierced through the dark, carrying a silent, heavy promise that vibrated against the crest on my wrist.

It felt like something along desire, anger, and a claim. Having the crest on my wrist somehow made me understand what kind of dangerous intent was hidden beneath those eyes, and that made my entire body go cold.

I shivered, a violent tremor that started in my spine and racked my limbs.

This wasn’t the kind of shiver that came with pleasure, and they felt it.

“You’re freezing,” Noah murmured, his voice thick with concern as he felt the sudden drop in my temperature. He pulled back for a second, his dark eyes flicking to the tent opening. “The wind is getting sharper. Fenric, the flap.”

Fenric grumbled, reluctantly pulling his hand away from my damp skin to crawl toward the entrance.

“The air at night is always restless,” he muttered, his tail lashing the air in annoyance as he refastened the heavy bone toggles, sealing us back into the sweltering, musky heat of the interior.

“Better?” Noah asked, leaning back down to press his forehead against mine, his hands coming up to cup my face. His palms were scorching, a stark contrast to the icy dread that had just settled in my gut from that one look.

“Yes,” I lied, my breath hitching. “Just… a cold gust.”

“We’ll warm you up,” Damar whispered behind me. His tongue flicked against the back of my neck, his cool skin now feeling like a relief against the feverish heat of the other two. “Forget the wind, Arinya. Forget the light outside. Look at me.”

He tilted my head back, forcing me to meet his emerald gaze. He knew. He could sense the shift in my pulse, the way my heart had stuttered at the sight of the Sea Prince. His fingers tightened on my hips, his nails grazing the skin just enough to bring my focus back to the present.

Fenric dipped his head back to my belly, his lips tracing the silver stretch marks again, but this time his touch was more aggressive, more desperate to reclaim the space. He sucked a mark into the soft skin near my hip, a dark, bruised brand that felt like a seal.

Noah didn’t wait any longer. He saw the distraction in my eyes and decided to end it. He moved his hand from my face to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling just enough to make me moan.

“You’re still thinking about something else that isn’t us. What? Is it Thalor?” Noah growled, his voice a low, vibrating threat. “I told you, Little Tiger. Tonight, we’re going to make sure the only name you can scream is mine.”

“What do you mean, yours?” Fenric growled. “She’ll definitely scream mine.”

Noah grinned. “Then let us see whose name she screams the loudest.”

He moved his body between my legs, his heavy weight finally settling fully over me. As he began to move against me, the blue crest on my wrist gave one final, icy throb before being drowned out by the sheer, overwhelming heat of the three men who refused to let me go.

I had my fill, and so did they. But I still found myself wondering about the cold I felt from the crest and Thalor’s gaze.

What was that all about?

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