Noah pressed his weight over , his eyes dark with a territorial hunger that made my pulse thrum in my ears. He didn’t move to kiss again imdiately; instead, he hovered just inches away, his breath lingering over my lips.
It felt like this punishnt was going to be torture.
"Did you think we didn’t notice, Arinya?" Noah murmured, his voice a low, dangerous vibration against my skin. "The way you looked at the sea prince on the beach. The way your eyes traced his skin before he even had his hides on?"
I tried to swallow, but my throat felt tight.
"Noah, I was just... curious. He’s a Prince from the sea. It’s not every day a rman washes up."
"Curious," Fenric huffed from my side. His hand drifted down to my stomach, his fingers tracing the faint, stretch marks on my belly, the ones left behind by the cubs.
He followed the lines with a slow, reverent deliberation, his touch sparking a different kind of heat, and I shivered.
"You weren’t just curious when you patted his back at dinner, Arinya." he said. "You were soft. You were gentle with him."
He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste a stray drop of breastmilk dripping on my belly, causing to arch off the furs with a sharp gasp.
"We don’t want you to be gentle with him. It makes us uncomfortable."
Damar’s cool fingers tightened slightly on my hips, anchoring as I tried to twist away from the overwhelming sensation. He didn’t speak, but his erald eyes were fixed on the blue crest on my left wrist.
He reached out, his long finger tracing the glowing coral design. The contrast of his cold skin against the pulsing magic made shiver violently.
"He marked you," Damar whispered, his voice a lodic hiss. "He put his light on your skin because he knew you would indulge him. He felt your heart skip, didn’t he?"
That was definitely not what happened, and he knew it, but he couldn’t and wouldn’t accept any explanation, so I knew an apology was all I could give at this point.
"I... I’m sorry," I whined, my hands reaching up to grip Noah’s shoulders, my nails digging into his muscles as Fenric’s hand moved lower, his touch becoming more insistent, and then he brushed over my clit. I gasped and gripped Noah even harder. "I... I didn’t an to make you feel... like that."
"Like what, Little Tiger?" Noah asked, his hand sliding under my lower back to lean closer to him. "Jealous? Possessive? Like we want to leave enough marks on you tonight that the sea itself will know you’re taken?"
I shuddered. That’s actually not a bad idea, but I shook my head.
"I’m sorry," I sobbed with no tears as Fenric worked his finger over my clit while Damar gripped my breast, watching as my breast milk dripped down one at a ti.
Then, Noah began to trail kisses down my throat, following the path Fenric had cleared.
"Tell us," he said, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my shoulder. "Whose touch do you feel right now? Is it ours or the magic of that fish?"
"It’s you," I sobbed out, my eyes fluttering shut as the three of them coordinated their assault on my skin, especially with what Fenric was doing.
He shoved one finger inside my wet pussy, making it hard for to even think straight, and Damar added to that torture by sucking on my breast.
I panted, my vision swimming in a haze.
"It’s only you." I managed to say. "Please... Noah, Fenric... Damar... You’re the ones touching right now, no one else."
"Good," Fenric humd against my belly, his lips moving back to the silver lines of my stretch marks, kissing each one as if they were sacred symbols, but he did not take out his fingers. "Because we’re going to spend the rest of the night making sure you don’t have a single thought left for a prince who cos from the depths of the sea."
And then, he brushed his thumb against my clit, forcing to climax, but I bit my lip, muffling my moans as my hips buckled and my body spasd.
"Don’t keep it quiet," Damar said as he released my breast. "Moan out loud so that the fish will know who you belong to."
The air in the tent was thick enough to taste, saturated with the scent of my own arousal and the heavy, musky pheromones of three apex predators.
Damar’s words hung in the space between us, a cold command that made my heart hamr against my ribs. He wanted Thalor—sitting just yards away by the embers—to hear exactly what was happening behind this thin layer of hide.
"You heard him, Little Tiger," Noah growled, his lips tracing the sensitive line where my neck t my shoulder, the place Damar’s mark proudly etched.
He nipped at the skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a darkened bruise that would scream of his ownership by morning.
"Let him hear how much you belong to the land. Let him hear who makes you shake like this."
Fenric didn’t pull his fingers away. Instead, he curled them inside , finding that one spot that made my toes curl into the furs.
Despite the fact that I had already had a dry climax, he wasn’t planning to let go.
He began a slow thrust that mimicked the very thing my body was screaming for. His other hand stayed flat against my belly, his thumb dragging across my stretch marks with a possessive friction.
"Look at her," Fenric whispered, his voice thick with a dark sort of pride. "Slick and sweet, just for us. Do you think the rman’s cold water could ever make you this warm, Arinya?"
I couldn’t answer. I could barely breathe.
My head thrashed back against the furs, my hair tangling in the ss of our bodies. Every ti I tried to hold back a sound, Noah would bite down on my collarbone, or Damar would twist my nipple just enough to spark a fresh bolt of electricity through my nerves.
"Are you still trying to keep your moans hidden?" Damar asked, flicking his tongue out to tease my nipple. "Are you really trying to save face right now?"
"N-no," I shuddered. "It’s... the... the cubs," I said. "I don’t want to wake them up, that’s why..."
"Like we’d believe that," Fenric said, giving my insides a little extra twist, and my mouth flew open, a moan I couldn’t contain rasping out.
"Haaaa—!"
"See." He said. "We all know the cubs don’t easily wake up to noises once they’ve had their fill in the night. The only thing that can wake them up is their hourly milk. So co up with a better excuse."
But it’s true. I was so conscious of the cubs. Though that wasn’t all. It was just embarrassing, the thought of Thalor listening in on all of this.
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