Chapter 457: Kael Ashenvale Was Always The Exception

Maddox gripped her jaw and turned her head so she was looking at Landon. "Let Solveil watch. Show him exactly who you belong to."

Her eyes locked with Landon’s. The second they met, her wolf surged hard, rising to meet his. Landon’s wolf answered instantly, eyes flashing, a low growl ripping out of him as the pull slammed through both of them.

The surge tipped her over. An orgasm hit her, so aggressive her vision whited out at the edges.

Maddox let out a rough groan, pumping thick pulses of himself into her without letting go of her chin so Landon could watch every second.

"Take it," he rasped against her skin, still moving, still spilling deep. "Every drop. Let them see."

The moment he let go of her jaw, Guinevere’s fangs sank into Maddox’s shoulder. Her venom hit him the same way it had hit Nicholas, stronger and sharper, riding the heat.

"Holy shit... Guinevere... that feels so good, baby." Maddox’s rhythm picked up as a second release tore through him.

"SHE’S MINE." Landon fought against Kael’s arm. He got one hand past the block and clamped onto Maddox’s shoulder, trying to rip him away from her, but Kael shoved harder, forcing him back.

Gold water shifted and splashed around them.

Landon’s wolf flashed in his eyes, furious and desperate, fangs bared as he drove against the hold again, water churning, refusing to stop.

Maddox’s eyes rolled back at that moment, as he laid back against the step in the pool next to Nicholas. Two unconscious kings sharing a pool step. Ten feet apart. Pants down. One dragon, one wolf. It was very fucked but Guinevere’s brain was pre-occupied at the moment and was not going to analyze that.

Kael and Landon both moved at the same time in a blur.

Landon got there first. He ripped Guinevere backward off Maddox’s lap, turned her to straddle him, and drove into her in one hard thrust before Kael’s hands could close around anything.

"Finally. This pussy’s mine now. Your wolf wanted this. She’s been pulling for me. So take every inch."

The heat that had been climbing since Maddox passed out retreated the second Landon filled her, his cock cooling the burn from the inside out the way his light had been cooling her skin all night.

"Good girl. Give it to me. Cum on my cock."

Landon pressed his forehead to hers. The second their skin met, her light surged out of her chest and into his, and his light answered, pouring back through the same point of contact.

The pace, the heat, and the friction collided. She started to orgasm, walls clenching hard around him.

Landon let out a groan at the feel of it and started to cum, hips jerking, flooding her while he kept her moving through both of their climaxes.

The water in the pool pulsed brighter with each orgasm.

"Landon... I’m going to—"

She didn’t finish that sentence because her wolf surged and her fangs sank into his shoulder.

"Guinevere... fuck. I’m gonna cum again"

Landon released himself for a second time. Each pulse he spilled into her cooled the heat by another degree, the relief spreading outward from her center the way cold water spreads through warm. Her body chased every drop because every drop was a second where the burning stopped.

Then his thrusts slowed. His grip loosened. He passed out mid-motion, light dimming around his body.

Kael Ashenvale was always the exception and the exception was not going to pass out in a pool next to three kings with their pants down.

He had seen a pattern at this point. Three men. Three bites. Three unconscious bodies on the same step. He had waited patiently.

He was a man with a plan.

Landon’s eyes closed and he was already moving. He hauled her off the King of Light, spun her again, and bent her forward on the step.

The heat flooded back in Guinevere’s core. One second without contact and the burn roared.

Kael didn’t let it build any further.

He drove into her from behind in one brutal thrust, hands locked on her hips, keeping her facing away. He fucked her hard in that position, pace relentless.

"Kael," she gasped.

SMACK.

His palm cracked down across her ass.

"You don’t get to mark me. I am going to fuck you."

The refusal was strategic and suicidal in equal measure. The strategy assumed his willpower was stronger than her fangs. The assumption was going to be tested.

He kept the brutal pace, one hand reaching around to find her clit, rubbing in rough, fast circles.

"Push into me. Back on my cock and forward on my hand. Do it. Now."

Guinevere’s hips jerked forward into his hand, then slammed back onto his cock. She couldn’t pick one. She chased both, rocking desperately, moans breaking every time his palm cracked across her ass.

Two sensations that had been building separately collided in her center.

The heat retreated on the first stroke, Kael’s cooling different from Landon’s. Hotter relief. Like fighting fire with fire that was slightly less on fire. The burn didn’t disappear. It yielded, grudgingly, inch by inch, with every thrust.

"Kael, don’t stop. Please. It feels so good. Keep going. Harder. I need it."

Her body seized, orgasm ripping through her hard and sudden. Her walls clamped down around Kael’s cock in tight, rhythmic pulses, thighs shaking, back arching as a broken cry tore out of her.

"That’s it. Cum on my cock. Just like that. Squeeze me."

Kael’s rhythm shattered as he started to finish inside of her, hips jerking hard. The cooling was immediate, each spurt soothing the searing heat the way water soothes a burn.

"Fuck—take it. All of it." His hand stayed on her clit, rubbing through every spurt as he buried himself deep and filled her.

He pulled out of her and wasted no time. He moved at full dragon speed to the edge of the pool and pulled her onto him in reverse, so she was out of the water.

The pool belonged to Solveil and the step was occupied by an unconscious collection of kings and Kael Ashenvale was not going to fuck his mate in a pool that belonged to the man who called his light small on furniture that was already taken.

"That’s it. Push back on my cock just like that. Let me all the way in."

Her hips began to rock back to meet every thrust. Then her pussy started to pulse around his cock, squeezing him in tight, rhythmic contractions she had no power to stop.

The pleasure was building too fast, too intensely.

"Kael ... I want to mark you, baby. Let me. Fuck. Please."

Her vision whited out at the edges. Every internal muscle she had seized at once, her body unsure whether to resist or collapse around him.

She said please and the please almost killed him. Not the clenching. Not the heat. The please. Because Guinevere did not beg. Guinevere was reserved and measured and economical with words and the woman currently wrapped around him saying ’please’ and ’fuck’ and ’baby’ in the same sentence was a version of her he had never met and the version was dismantling his resolve faster than her body was.