Chapter 453: Fuck Yourself On My Finger, Baby

CONTENT WARNING:

If you have no interest in seeing Landon’s glow stick or participating in the multi-mate study abroad program, please proceed directly to Chapter 458. If you DO have interest, also skip to Chapter 458. Trust me. I wrote it and I’m skipping it.

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SOLVEIL - THE KING’S PRIVATE COURTYARD

Dual venom hit Guinevere’s bloodstream. She gasped, the sound ripping out of her before she had any say in it.

Two dragons watched two men mark their mate.

That was the thing. That was the exact thing that snapped every leash both beasts had been dragging around their ankles all night. Both froze for the length of a single heartbeat, the way a wave hangs at the top before it decides to come down on something, and then both lost it completely.

Maddox’s dragon and Kael’s dragon surged up at the same second. Two mating roars tore across the glowing oasis at once, a sound so old and so primal it jumped straight past language and across species lines, and every wolf in that pool knew exactly what the fuck it meant without a word of translation.

The pool shook. The water shook. The trees ringing the courtyard shook down to their luminous roots.

Both brothers cut through the gold towards her, eyes blazing twin furnaces, moving at the full and terrible speed a dragon only reaches when something has decided for him.

Maddox reached her first and sank his fangs in beneath her collarbone, the mating roar still rolling out of his chest and straight through her where their skin met. The other two held on and gave up nothing. Kael came in from behind, wrapped a hand across her and buried his teeth into the back of her neck.

The venom and the heat hit at the same time. The urge to mate tidal waved into Guinevere like nothing she had ever experienced before, stronger than when Kael and Maddox had marked her a few days ago. This was a different level that she did not know was possible.

There was no thought left inside it. There was only the pull, vast and insatiable, every rational part of her swept flat beneath it, and then it multiplied by four because the exact same want was pouring back into her through four matebonds at once, each one carrying its own thread of rage braided right into the hunger.

Every place they weren’t touching her felt like it was on fire.

"Touch me..." she groaned.

Her hands moved on their own, reaching for whoever was nearest, reaching for all of them at once, grabbing fistfuls of whatever skin the gold water pushed against her.

Underneath all of it ran one dim thread of knowing that venom took her under every time, and the clock was ticking. Hands found her before the thought could finish. Kael’s hands gripped her ass through the dress, spreading her while he ground against her from behind.

Nicholas let go of his mark and his mouth closed over one nipple through the thin material of her dress, sucking hard while his tongue dragged the cloth against her.

On her other side, Landon released at the same time and took the other. Maddox’s fingers found her clit through the fabric and rubbed in firm, steady circles, the heel of his hand adding pressure with every pass.

"Spread for me," Nicholas growled against her skin as he pulled her thigh towards him, forcing her open. His grip wasn’t gentle, but the solid pressure of his hands felt like relief from the scorching on her inside. She leaned into it without meaning to.

Landon grabbed the right and forced it farther. Neither looked at the other.

Maddox’s fangs stayed buried under her collarbone, rubbed firm circles, then delivered a short, sharp tap against her clit through the dress. Her hips jerked. He went back to rubbing, then tapped again, harder. Each little slap made her gasp and chase his hand faster.

Nicholas drew back from Guinevere’s nipple and latched onto the top of her breast instead. This time his fangs extended, breaking the skin and marking her there. Landon bit the top of her other at the same moment, another surge of dual wolf venom flooding her system.

"That feels so good," she breathed as her head tilted back onto Kael.

Maddox dragged her dress up. Then he pushed one finger into her and started to pump. The heel of his palm struck her clit with every thrust of his hand.

Guinevere’s hips chased his hand without thought. The heat only loosened its grip where his fingers moved inside her. Everywhere else it kept building, vicious and unanswered.

A broken sound caught in her throat as she started to writhe, caught between the bites and the sudden friction.

Steam curled off the surface. The pool had been warm. Now it was cooking.

The second Maddox’s palm ground against her clit the worst of it receded, leaving only the desperate need for more of exactly that.

"That’s it," Maddox growled against her skin, fingers driving steady. "Fuck yourself on my finger, baby."

She arched into Nicholas and Landon’s fangs as an orgasm ripped through her, her hips chasing every wave.

Gold light surged in all five of their bodies at the same moment. The pool rose by an inch. Nobody noticed because nobody was looking at the water level.

"Maddox, I want you inside of me," she gasped, the words leaving her mouth before she could stop them because the urge to mate was overriding everything else.

Nicholas snarled against her breast.

Behind her, Kael had let go of her neck, pulled up the back of her dress, and was already lining himself up. Before he could do anything, Landon let go of his mark and pushed two fingers into her from behind.

Guinevere’s breath caught from the sensation. The stretch burned but the touch was cooling relief.

Kael roared, furious, the second he realized what was happening. The sound shook the water.

"I will kill you, Solveil. Get your fucking fingers out of her."