Chapter 192

Chapter 192
Natalie POV


Jackson leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back, skin slick with sweat, as his hands reached around to cup my breasts. The change in angle had me seeing stars, pleasure spiraling through me in dizzying waves. At the same time, Nathan took my face between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up for a deep kiss that tasted of desperation and desire.

Nathan's throat rumbled with a low growl, clearly excited by Blaise's attentions, but his eyes never left mine, amber depths burning with intensity. I wondered if he was imagining it was me instead of Blaise, the thought sending another jolt of excitement through me.

My skin prickled with goosebumps as I recognized the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm—the tightening in my lower abdomen, the increased sensitivity, the shortening of breath. This time, I couldn't fight it. The combined sensations—Blaise beneath me, Jackson behind me, Nathan's hungry kiss—pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry that was swallowed by Nathan's mouth, my inner muscles contracting rhythmically around both men inside me, waves of pleasure washing over me like a tempest.

Jackson followed almost immediately, his rhythm faltering as he withdrew at the last moment to finish on my back with a guttural moan that seemed torn from deep within him. Blaise lasted only a few more thrusts before his movements became erratic, fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to leave marks, and I felt the warmth of his release inside me.

Blaise didn't move from under me, continuing to pleasure Nathan until he too reached his climax for the second time, spilling onto Blaise's chest with a deep groan that reverberated through the room.

Jackson moved to my side, his body still trembling slightly from his release. He kissed me more slowly and deeply than before, his passion seemingly more intense now than during our physical connection. I could taste my own saltiness on his lips, a reminder of how thoroughly he had prepared me.

When I finally found the strength to climb off Blaise, my legs wobbled unsteadily beneath me like a newborn foal's. Jackson caught my elbow to steady me, his touch gentle yet secure.

"My God," I breathed, the words inadequate to express the kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within me—satisfaction, amazement, contentment, and something deeper that felt like belonging.

"Come on," Blaise said, standing up and stretching his long limbs. "We need a shower."

I nodded, allowing Blaise to lead me to the bathroom, our fingers intertwined. The cool tile beneath my feet was a stark contrast to the heat still radiating from my body. He turned on the shower, steam quickly filling the spacious bathroom, and guided me under the warm spray with his hand in mine. We washed each other slowly, the intimacy of this simple act almost as profound as what we'd shared in bed. His fingers massaged shampoo into my hair, then traced soapy patterns across my shoulders and back, each touch reverent.

Nathan and Jackson joined us moments later, the shower suddenly crowded with bodies and steam. Though I might have been willing to continue our explorations in the shower, I was physically spent, every muscle pleasantly sore. We played and laughed together under the water instead, splashing and teasing, the four of us finding a different kind of connection through light-hearted touch and playful banter.

Back in the bedroom, water droplets still clinging to our skin, I removed the comforter from Nathan's bed—it was the only thing soiled—and draped it over a high-backed chair in the corner. I retrieved a fresh one from his cedar-scented closet and spread it over the bed, smoothing out the wrinkles with practiced hands.

"I could have done that," Nathan said, watching me with a soft expression.

"I know," I replied, climbing onto his bed, the fresh sheets cool against my shower-warmed skin. "But I'm tired and want to lie down." My body felt deliciously heavy, limbs weighted with satisfaction.

The men exchanged curious glances, a silent communication passing between them. "You know this isn't your room," Jackson pointed out, one eyebrow raised.

"I know," I answered sleepily, burrowing deeper into the plush pillows that carried Nathan's forest scent.

"You live in the castle," Blaise said, leaning against the bedpost. "What if your mother finds out?"

"What would your fathers do if they found you here?" Nathan added, concern edging his voice.

I looked at all three of them, my expression softening as warmth bloomed in my chest. These were my mates—all three of them, so different yet equally mine. "You're my mates. They can't do anything, remember?" I stretched languorously, enjoying the way their eyes tracked the movement. "Now, are you three getting in bed or am I sleeping alone tonight?"

They exchanged glances, a moment of masculine uncertainty, then shrugged in unison and joined me in bed, the mattress dipping beneath their combined weight.

Nathan settled beside me, his arm creating a perfect nook for my head, and I rested against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. Blaise positioned himself behind me, his arm draping over my waist, his breath warm against my shoulder. Jackson seemed momentarily left out until I pulled him in front of me, turning onto my back to accommodate him. Nathan turned toward me as well, while Jackson half-lay on top of me, my legs wrapped around his waist in a comfortable embrace. Nathan's arm stretched across my stomach, his fingers lightly brushing Jackson's side.

It might sound awkward to admit I was sleeping with three men, bodies tangled together in a complex knot of limbs and shared breath, but I didn't care. I was determined to make this work, to forge a path forward that accommodated all of us. Nathan had promised he wouldn't leave, even though his cousins wanted him back in Seattle. He assured me we would still be close—he could live with me in the castle and work in the forestry department during the day, returning to me each night. I would make sure of it, would fight for it with every fiber of my being.

This feeling was too good not to fight for—this sense of completeness, of rightness. This was what I wanted every night—the four of us together in bed, breathing in unison, heartbeats synchronizing. It didn't seem strange or different to me, perhaps because my mother had done the same with the triplets. I would fight for this, whether against my mother and fathers or Nathan's relatives, against tradition or expectation. This was how it was supposed to be—my mates, my choice, my future.

As sleep claimed me, wrapped in the warmth of three bodies, I felt a profound sense of peace. For the first time since discovering I had multiple mates, I didn't feel torn or confused. I felt whole.