Chapter 455: Say It Again (She Said Nick)

Before the others blinked, Guinevere was across the pool in Nicholas’s arms, face-to-face. He drove up into her in one deep thrust while their wolves locked eyes.

"That’s right," he growled against her mouth. "You’re mine. Your wolf knows it and so do you."

She came immediately. The orgasm hit hard and sudden. Her body answered his, tearing a moan from her that was long and involuntary.

"Don’t stop—Nicholas, don’t stop—"

She was vaguely aware that Nicholas was walking while they were fucking, multi-tasking. She also did not care. Her body kept moving, grinding down on him, his touch the only relief from the heat burning her insides.

Behind them, three men tried to cross the pool at the same time. None of them arrived. Maddox surged forward. Kael hooked his arm. Landon passed them both and Maddox’s hand shot out and caught his shoulder.

It was a traffic jam of fury.

Then a sound Guinevere was making traveled across the pool, hitting all three at once, which made them fight harder, which made them slower. The irony was hydraulic, three men drowning in their own rivalry while the thing they were drowning for was happening without them on the other side of the pool.

Only one man in the pool was aware of what was happening to his mate and he was currently inside of her. The King of Wolves knew exactly what this was because he was a goddamn wolf.

One man suspected he knew because he had experienced something like this once with her before and he had just gotten that memory back. The Dragon King was right.

One man didn’t have a word for what was happening. All he knew was that instinct had taken over, both from a brand new wolf and from his light. His light had a theory. His wolf had a feeling. What the King Of Light suspected was correct.

The fourth man, usually the smartest guy in the room but occasionally assumptive in nature, had chalked it up to her light because her light was the square root of everything. The young dragon’s assumption was wrong. Very wrong. But he had never let being wrong slow him down before and tonight was not going to be the exception.

All of that was a future problem. Right now, the only thing sorting itself out was the woman wrapped around a wolf king, whose mouth was moving toward his ear.

"Cum in me. I need it," Guinevere breathed.

That did it. Nicholas was going to get her out of the pool but that changed. He had just reached the edge and immediately sat on the lowest step, water lapping at his waist, then he started bouncing her up and down rapidly.

Her head fell back, a moan tearing out of her as she lost control of her body. She couldn’t match him. But it felt so good and she didn’t want him to stop. She could only take it, thighs shaking, walls fluttering every time he slammed her down.

"Does it feel good, baby?" he rasped knowing the answer.

"Yes. Don’t stop."

A rough groan ripped out of him as he began to fill her, in thick pulses that felt like pure relief against the heat still burning in her.

"Yes. Cum for me, Nick. It’s the only thing that stops the burn."

"You finally called me Nick. Say it again."

"Nick. Fuck. It feels good."

The waves of pleasure slowed, then stopped.

But the moment his hands loosened their grip she said, "No," and took over.

She started riding him herself, faster, harder, chasing the next wave before the heat could claw its way back. Her hips rolled and dropped, desperate and shaking, fucking herself on him with everything she had while he was still buried deep, already thickening again inside her.

"That’s it. Ride my cock, baby. Just like that." Nicholas took over again and started bouncing rapidly, snapping up hard, breath ragged against her throat. "Fuck. I’m gonna cum again."

Every surface in the courtyard pulsed once. The stone. The water. The vines. The air itself seemed to thicken and glow and the glow came from her and went into them and the them was four and the four was not enough and the not-enough was what kept building.

Round two. He started to cum inside her again just as her orgasm hit.

Then Guinevere’s fangs sank into the side of his throat.

Her venom hit him harder than it ever had before, stronger, with more punch. The kind of different that didn’t explain itself.

"Shit... that’s stronger," Nicholas groaned, his body locked under hers as he kept cumming, longer and harder than the heat alone should have allowed.

"I love you, Nick."

The sentence crossed the pool at the speed of sound and hit three men who stopped fighting each other mid-grab because the fighting had become irrelevant and the irrelevant was replaced by something worse.

Guinevere was reserved and didn’t just throw that around. Whatever was happening to her had removed her filter completely and none of the people currently occupied in a brawl could enjoy that.

"I love you too, Guinevere. You’re mine," Nicholas said loudly and proudly, even as her venom started to take over.

All three moved at the same second. The grips released. The elbows retracted. The tangled mess of kings and a young dragon became three individual missiles aimed at the same target and the water between them and her didn’t stand a chance.

Maddox went left. Kael went right. Landon went through the middle because the middle was his and his water parted for him and the parting was cheating and neither dragon could file a complaint at this speed.

Nicholas’s thrusts slowed and his eyes fluttered closed, her venom already taking him under.

"Out of my way," Landon growled as his wolf rose, fully planning on taking Nicholas’s place, the wolves trading one for another like a relay.

"Yeah. No. The fuck you will." Maddox body checked Landon. Landon turned towards him with murder in his eyes. He hated the fact Kael was going to get to her before him but he hated the idea of Landon getting there more.

Both men collided mid-pool, gold water erupting between them. Neither gained an inch. Neither cared about the inch. Both cared about the woman and the woman was already gone.