Four Threads

Four Threads

Mara

I wake without remembering where I am.

It only takes me trying to move for pain to shoot through my hips and my lower back. It pulls a gasp from my lips, every muscle in my body heavy and tender. My thighs ache when I try to move them, and there is a deep soreness between my legs that makes me immediately stop.

I lie perfectly still. The memory of last night comes rushing back in pieces. My cheeks heat despite the cool morning air drifting through the open back of the tent.

That same heat travels inside me, some relief coming to my body.

“Thane’s bonding always did require a little more magic.”

You think?

“You will get used to him.”

I doubt that, the man’s built like a horse. I shift carefully onto my side, wincing at the much less painful ache.

Thane’s heavy arm is around my waist, keeping me close to him. When I turn to him, he’s already watching me, eyes quiet and soft.

Morning light filters through the trees, casting shadows across his face. My eyes widen when I notice the shapes and I turn onto my stomach, looking out into the forest. All the trees are completely green, luscious, fruit hanging off the branches.

“Oh, wow.”

Thane shifts, settling closer as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.

I stare at the forest, unable to look away. Yesterday, there were patches of green scattered through the dead earth, small signs of life I could have explained away.

I lift a hand, pressing it against my chest as I feel the magic inside me, warm and quiet after everything it unleashed last night. I did this. Not with intention, not even knowing I was capable of it. My eyes burn with sudden tears. I came here thinking I was supposed to save this place because some ancient prophecy said I could. Now, for the first time, I can actually see what that means.

Thane runs his fingers down my spine, from my neck down to the curve of my ass. I can feel his cock brushing against my thigh, already hard and hot. Though soreness covers most of my body, need and anticipation start to increase in the pit of my stomach.

Except it feels different now.

It’s like there is a part of me that can tell that the craving inside of me is for Thane specifically. A thread pulling me toward him, but four threads in total.

Four bonds in total.

I can feel them all right now, see them as individual pulls.

Rhydan is bright, almost restless even from a distance. Nerion is deep, a steady warmth somewhere beneath my ribs. Kaelith is there too, like an intense, painful pull in my heart. Thane is solid, like a weight anchoring me down.

I shift slightly, turning toward him. He slides his arm around my waist and nestles his cock between us. The thread between us pulled taught and my stomach flips, wetness flooding between my legs.

His nostrils flare and I know he can smell my arousal, my need.

I press my lips together. “I don’t know if I can right now.”

His eyes hood over, pupils dilating. “I do not need to fuck you, my light.”

I inhale, blinking at him.

“I’d like to clean up your mess.”

I frown. “My mess?”

He tilts his head, making a big show of rethinking things. “Our mess.”

I’m still frowning at him, until understanding hits me. He leans into me, kissing me deeply as he settles me onto my back. He pulls his lips from mine, kissing his way down my neck, down my chest, to my belly button.

I watch him, anticipation growing as the magic feeds my insides.

Thane wastes no time, grabbing my thighs and throwing my legs over his shoulders. My cheeks feel hot, my chest heaving with breath, and a gasp escapes me when he presses his tongue to my clit.

I forgot just how good he is at this.

Like his tongue has a mind of its own, an ability to move exactly where I need it to and when I need it to. I hear the sound of my wetness, our combined fluids, as he licks them off of me and out of me.

I lift my upper body, putting my weight on my hands, so that I can look down at him. It’s erotic, to see him between my legs. To see his broad shoulders holding my legs up and then his head, moving as he licks me to oblivion.

He inserts his tongue, massaging my walls, and my toes curl. But he takes his time. He doesn’t rush it, doesn’t focus all of his attention on my clit.

“Thane,” I beg, burying one hand in his hair.

He lets me reach the edge of my orgasm, but then slows his tongue, moving it somewhere else. He does that several times, leaving me breathless. I squirm beneath him, trying to lift my hips so that the pressure increases.

He chuckles, sending vibrations up my thighs, his hold tightening on me.

Just then, the flap of the tent opens.

I stiffen, filled with the urge to pull away from Thane and hide myself. Bu I don’t. Everyone in this camp is capable of hearing exactly what is going on in this tent. Them walking in here isn’t an accident.

So I bury my fingers deeper in Thane’s hair and hold my gaze.

My heart does about a million somersaults in my chest as Kaelith walks in. His red eyes are dark, his nostrils flaring as he studies us. Thane lifts his head, gold eyes on me as he smirks.

“Care to join us, Commander?”

Kaelith doesn’t say anything, he steps closer. I’m so overwhelmed, so over taken by both of their gazes on me.

Thane doesn’t wait for a response, lowering his head and returning his attention to my clit. I gasp, my breath catching as I look up at Kaelith, who now only stands a few feet away.

“The camp is all packed up.”

Horror washes over me as the pull of my orgasm comes close. Have they been waiting for us? Kaelith’s red eyes travel down the column of my neck, latching onto my nipples before lifting back up to my face.

Heat spreads through me and I gasp, trying to hold myself together as Thane circles his tongue around my clit. Kaelith kneels in front of me, head tilting.

“Do you feel all four bonds?”

I nod, curling my toes.

“How does it feel?”

I moan, Thane inserting a finger as he continues to suck on my clit. I frown at Kaelith, struggling to breathe. Does he really expect me to answer him right now?

Apparently he does, not saying anything. Waiting for me to speak.

I take a deep breath, concentrating on not making my voice shake. “Different. I can feel you all right now.”

A small crease forms between his brows. “Good.”

He looks at me for another moment before reaching toward me and brushing his finger down the curve of my neck, over the sensitive part.

It makes me explode.

My thighs tighten around Thane’s head, and my entire body melts. But I keep my eyes on Kaelith.

It might have been Thane’s touch that set me off, but I wanted to gift it to Kaelith. I wanted my pleasure to be his, for him to see it and know that I want him more than anything.

So, I keep my eyes on him, even as the rest of my body falls apart.