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---Poppy---
The wind and rain whipped outside my chamber window.
Sharp and angry.
I just stared into ths open flames of the cracking fire place.
A pain sliced through me; sharp and intense, pain I knew but didn't want to acknowledge. Grief.
We lost so many today. Soldiers. Wolven.
I could barely stand it.
The fire spit amd crackled and it lit up the darkness around me. I couldn't even feel my power inside.
As if it too, was tired.
Kieran and Casteel sat sipping their whiskey in two chairs.
Solemn, lost in their own thoughts.
They too felt this loss.
A tear slid down my cheek. Silently, slowly and weighted with anguish.
Casteel rose and walked across the space to me, his fingers brushed by chin and he tilted my face to him, his whiskey eyes bore into mine.
Gods, he was a beautiful man.
I heard movement and felt Kieran step behind me.
His hands slipped around my waist.
I was too tired to resist, too tired to hide what had been building between us all since the night on the bank of the river.
I leaned back into Kieran, my head falling back onto his chest.
I didn't even bother reading their emotions, I just wanted to feel my own pain. My own guilt.
No one spoke, as Casteel kissed my eyes and face. As Kieran brushed my hair back from neck and kissed my shoulder.
I savoured their touch, it felt real and reassuring. It took some of the sting away. Some of the pain away.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the love they gave me.
Casteel put a strong, warm hand onto my hip and gripped tight.
"Poppy" he spoke so softly.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't. I couldn't talk about what had happened. I needed to forget. Needed to feel something other than guilt and pain.
Kieran's soft and warm mouth trailed a path of kisses along my neck and a shudder ran through me.
There had been teasing between us since that night, there had been more of a closeness. More of an intimacy.
But nothing like this.
And I didn't care.
I wanted it.
I leaned into his touch, letting him know it was okay.
Cas picked up on this and his grip on my hips tightened. He leaned down and kissed me softly. Tentatively.
A soft moan left me, the feel of Cas at my mouth and Kieran at my neck, felt...too good.
Was this wrong? I didn't feel like it. It felt so, so right.
But a niggling voice told me it wasn't appropriate. Wasnt acceptable.
I stiffened slightly.
Cas halted his kiss.
"Poppy, it's okay." He whispered. "Let us help you forget" he said without a hint of jealously or upset.
The only thing I sensed from him was creamy concern and a hint of something Smokey and spicy.
He liked this, I realised.
He enjoyed us all being together. The three of us.
Should this worry me? Should it concern me? It didn't. But all of this was new to me. As the maiden it was all forbidden. It was all wrong.
But Casteel didn't seem to think so. Maybe that was his bond with Kieran, I didn't think he would like anyone else touching me like this.
But Kieran was different.
And it didn't feel wrong.
So I leaned back further into Kieran. His hit mouth on my neck, his tongue lapping. Oh, Gods above. I felt his touch in every inch of my body, a decadent ache forming in my breasts and lower.
Casteel let out a groan, as he watched my skin flush, as he saw my nipples harden and without any warning he span me around, so I was facing Kieran.
My Gods, were his eyes always this captivating. The sharpest, palest blue. Had he always been this tall? This imposing?
There wasn't an inch between our bodies. The ache wihtin me intensified as he leaned down, as lips touched mine.
I closed my eyes, but extremely aware of his presence. He was so gentle; the kiss soft.
I could feel Casteel at my back, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his heart pounding. Did he like to see me kiss Kieran? Did he enjoy watching us together? I could taste the spiciness of arousal swirling in the air, and felt him brush aside my hair and he kissed my neck.
I jolted slightly at the feel of Kieran's tongue running along my lips....seeking permission. I opened and he swept in. Slowly. Softly.
My tongue met his. Tentatively. I know we had kissed that night, but this felt new.
His tongue lapped at mine and it felt so...good. He tasted like his imprint. Fresh, raw, powerful. He tasted like a fall morning. Like crisp, clean air.
This was only the second person I had ever kissed in my life. It was slightly different to Casteel's kisses. But no less meaningful.
I felt his tongue push a bit further into mine now, as he became more needful. His lips pressed in a bit harder and tongue more demanding. And I liked it. My body responded to his. My breasts ached against his rising chest.
Casteel dragged his fangs over my neck and I bucked slightly at the feel. But he didn't bite. He just teased.
---Kieran---
Her tongue was so soft and delicate against mine, it was so inviting. I wanted to taste more of it.
Her scent.
Godsdamn, it was swirling around me.
Her pain. Her arousal. It was sharp, smokey and sweet.
The animal inside me was begging to take, to dominate, to control. I had to resist the urge. She had been upset tonight and this wasn't about me or even Cas; it was about her and her knowing she could feel something good even after all this heartache.
When was the last time I just kissed someone like this?
It usually started as kissing but quickly lead to fucking.
But somehow this kiss was more... she had such little experience...this felt like an important moment. One I didn't want to rush.
I scented her arousal building and it sang to every nerve ending in my body, I deepened the kiss. Her taste was unlike anything else. Powerful. Addictive.
She squirmed, I could feel her control slipping, just as I could sense Casteel was teetering on the edge, he definitely wanted her blood. Badly. But he also wanted her. I could scent his need and lust and it made my dick harden
She groaned into my mouth as Cas fangs scraped along her throat, as he went a bit deeper on her skin, as he bite down onto her beautiful creamy skin.
My hands couldn't stop as I ran up her body, her beautiful breasts more than a handful filled my palms.
Fuck.
I broke the kiss, breathing shallow.
"What do you want Poppy?" I aked voice hoarse, my breathing a bit ragged, she was also panting. Cas slowly sucking in her blood.
I squeezed her breast again. Gods. They felt amazing. So heavy and aching. She arched into the touch.
My cock throbbed and she must've felt it as a flush ran up her cheeks.
I leaned down to the other side of her neck and whispered.
"Do you want me to taste you?"
Her eyes widened and her lips parted.
---Poppy---
"Do you want me to taste you?" Kieran's words were sinful, wicked and Gods they had me aching.
When had he become this indecent? Or had he always been like this? Just a side I'd not seen before.
Obviously, during the Joining there had been sexual interaction between us and he had been teasing then. Asking me what I would pray for, getting me to speak filthy things.
But that whole situation has been like madness.
Beautiful madness.
This moment here was different, we were letting go, we were just in the moment.
I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and there was a desire there, a kind of wild desperation and yearning.
I could feel the primal notum stirring in reponse, his emotions were heightened and he was reigning his desires, whatever line he was walking, he was dangerously close to crossing it.
Something primal inside me awoke at his obviously need, something in the bond we shared and it wanted him take me, it wanted him to have...all of me.
It was a strange feeling of...submission? Even though I was the one with the primal power, even though I was the Liessa; he was the one that would dominate.
Was that the notum? Or was that something more? Like i recognised the male wolf inside him. I had never wanted to be submissive to anyone; even to Casteel.
Yes, of course, I enjoyed when Casteel took control, when he took charge, but it was equal, a partnership. A give and take. This was something else, something primitive, I wanted Kieran to have me. All of me. In whatever manner he wanted. In whatever way he desired. The pull of it made my stomach dip. Made my body tremble.
Why was I feeling this way? I hadn't during the Joining. Or any other time since. Was it feel of my blood being dragged into Casteel's mouth? Was his needful moans igniting me? Or was it the combination of grief, combined with both of their close proximity to me
Kieran tilted his head to the side, like he was sensing something from me...
His eyes bore into mine, with wild intensity and he lowered his lips to my ear again "Do you want me on my knees in front of you meeyah Liessa?" He whispered.
A shiver rocked through my entire body, he was resisting the need for dominance, his intrinsic and basic need to control; in order to give me pleasure.
And deep down inside me I was disappointed, actually disappointed like some instrinsic part of me wanted him to tell me to submit to him. I wanted to be on my knees for him. Wanted him to tell me what he wanted.
This left me reeling...Why was I feeling like this? Was it Cas' slow, slow feeding. Was it lowering my inhibitions?
Kieran started to kiss up the side of my neck, as if he could no longer resist, could no longer hold back, his fingers now toying with my hard nipple. The sensation so intense, I felt it in between my thighs.
Cas was lost in his blood letting, his needful moans hot on the other side of my neck.
---Kieran---
Was she shaking? I could feel a slight tremor under my hands.
It sent a thrill through me.... she was shaking.
I felt the primal notum pulling, tightening. It felt different. Like she was feeling something new. Something I couldn't quite understand yet.
Was she calling to me? I'd felt that before, when she was in distress or pain. It felt a little like that.
I tilted my head to the side.
Trying to scent it. Feel it. Maybe it was desire and she didn't know how to say it. This was, after all, quite new to her.
I whispered in her ear again, "do you want me on my knees in front of you Meeyah Liessa?"
There.... I felt the notum again. Pulling.
I leaned down and started to kiss her neck, wanting to scent her, I could scent a lot from this area of the body. Could taste a lot. I wanted to know what she as thinking, what she was feeling.
A person's life essence was the strongest at their throat, and I inhaled deeply.
She smelt sweet and salty, like the air right before a storm, she was power. Unfiltered and pure. But there was also something underneath all of that....something sharp and sour.
I stilled... Realisation hitting me. I knew what was this was, knew what this change in the notum was, why her body was trembling...my heart nearly stopped.
Was she...yielding?
Oh....Gods.
It was pretty rare these days, but I had felt this before, with female wolven. They would sometimes yield to males. It was their way of letting the male wolven know they were submitting, their way of letting a male know they were ready to be taken.
It stemmed from our ancestory, when a female in heat would behave submissively to make the male aware they wanted to mate.
But Poppy wasn't a wolven...How could she be yielding? It was said to be incredibly powerful amongst mated pairs. It only tended to happen amongst the strongest in the pack. To ensure the best offspring.
She wasn't a wolvern...but she was the Liessa. She was the Queen. She was the most powerful amongst us. It could make sense...but fuck
"Kieran," a whisper in my mind jolted me, it felt like a feather brushing against my sensitive skin.
"Yes?" I answered roughly.
"Kieran, I..." she said again more urgently, was there a pleading in her voice?
"Poppy..." I whispered quickly.
"Please..." was all she said back.
Something wild inside me begged to be freed. Something powerful and ancient.
I didn't hesitate, didn't even think. I just started to lower myself down her body..her trembling body.
I reached the centre of her legs and leaned down, so my face was flat against her. I breathed deeply.
Godsdamn. I breathed again. Taking her scent deep into my lungs.
I couldn't wait another second. I pulled at the hem of her leggings and started to lower them.
---Casteel---
I sank my fangs slowly into her warm skin, aching. Fucking aching to bite down.
But instead I watched as Kieran tentatively, softly kissed my wife.
I saw his questioning tongue on her lips and she slowly parted for him.
Seeing them kissing, it sent a wave of lust through me. Gods. It was like a bolt of lightning. Hot and sharp.
Seeing the tension in her face loosen. Feeling her body ease into it; it made me relax as well. I had hated seeing her so hurt. So lost. It had fucking killed me.
I wanted to take her pain away so badly. We both had. I had seen it in Keiran's face too. He had also hated seeing her in pain.
Things had changed since the Joining, for all of us. There was an intimacy. But Kieran being the good man he was, he didn't push anything. He didn't expect anything.
But I knew he wanted. I had seen him watching Poppy in the same way i did. He lusted. I could scent it. Could feel it. I had known him my entire life and I knew his emotions and wants as well as my own.
When I saw her leaning into his touch, angling her neck so he could kiss her deeper. I knew she wanted it too.
That's why I had turned her to face him, let them both know it was okay for them to explore each other.
I wanted them to.
A familiar scent hit me, their kiss had deepened. Poppy started to squirm. Gods.
I breathed in through my mouth as I pressed my fangs into her skin deeper. Not a full bite. But just enough for a trickle of blood.
Oh fucking Gods.
Her arousal. The squirm of her hips. Kieran's heavy panting. The taste of her blood. It was driving me wild.
I drank. Unable to resist any longer.
She was as sweet as any wine. As sharp as any citrus. She was as potent as any drug. Her power. Her fucking essence.
I was aware of Kieran speaking. But I couldn't quite make out the words. I was too lost in the wildness. I wanted to plummet down, down, down into this oblivion.
After what left like an eternity. I started to become aware that Kieran was now lowering himself down her shaking body. He stopped at the apex of her lush thighs. And I heard him breathe in deeply. He was scenting her.
I had seen wolven do this before. Their heightened senses would wreck havoc on their bodies during sex. Their wolven side overriding their mortal side. He breathed again and I felt him shudder.
Even in my blood addled state it turned me on to know he was so affected by her. So overwhelmed.
Then I felt him start to lower her leggings down.
---Poppy---
Oh my Gods. My entire body shook as I saw Kieran lowering himself down me. His eyes not leaving mine.
He knelt down in front of me, his eyes dropping to the aching, centre...he was right there. Right at the part of my throbbing body. He pressed his face flush against me.
I just watched as he breathed in deeply, his eyes rolling back...He held me tightly and breathed again.
My stomach dipped. The hold on my abilities slipped away and all I could sense from him was sheer lust. It was white hot and heavy. His desire was wild. Untamed. It made me tremble.
He started to lower my leggings.
I could sense Casteel's spicy arousal growing. He had slowed his feeding and was aware of what was about to happen.
I closed my eyes.
Tried to calm myself.
When I felt his hot mouth on me, right were I ached. He wasn't shy...he sucked deeply, bringing my swollen flesh into his mouth
My head leaned back onto Cas' shoulder and a groan rose u from the depths of my soul.
The primal notum pulled taut again. The need from Kieran was calling to me. So taut It felt like it could snap.
His mouth sucked me again. Deeper. Hotter. Another groan slipped from my lips.
He seemed to like that, so he did the motion again. But slightly harder.
My eyes flew open.
My hips started to writhe.
My hands reached over to the back of his head and I held it in place.
I then felt another hand reach up and cup my aching breast. It was Cas. He has stopped his feeding and was watching Kieran.
This made it all the more wicked. The more decadent.
My hips jerked and i writhed against Kieran's mouth.
He could sense my growing need and moved a finger into position. Sliding it deep into me.
I practically screamed in pleasure and in relief.
"Kieran" I begged through the connection in our minds.
"Oh Gods Poppy. You're so fucking wet" was his reply.
---Kieran---
The first taste of her was like sheer perfection.
After scenting her, I knew it would be. But Gods above.
When I took her into my mouth I thought I would come then and there.
The bolt of lust through me had been that powerful. And the fact I knew she had been yielding...it had made me wild.
I took her into my mouth again and I felt her squirm. I flicked her clit with my tongue. She liked that.
I did it again. I felt her start to writhe. Then her hands were on the back of my head. Holding me in place.
Fuck.
I noticed Casteel's hand reaching up and cupping her breast. Had been aware that I had scented her? Had he seen me do it? I actually hoped he had. Hoped he knew how much she was desired by me.
She writhed against me again. Fuck this was hot. The feel of her. The utter perfection.
I sucked her into my mouth again, working her clit with flicks and licks of my tongue.
The taste of her. The feel of the notum stretched taut between us. The knowledge that she could yield.
Fuck I needed more. I moved my hand to her and slid in finger.
"Kieran," her breathy voice shot into my mind.
But my brain was foggy. I couldn't think straight. The sheer feel of her hot, slick heat. It was maddening.
"Oh gods Poppy, you're so fucking wet". Was all I could think to reply.
It was all my brain could think. She was soaked.
I plunged my finger in deeper. Licking and sucking as I did.
I could feel her legs start to tremble. Her muscles tighten on my finger.
My cock was so hard it was painful. I tried to adjust myself. But it wasn't enough.
Was she going to come? Gods I wanted it. More than I'd ever wanted anything before. Had it been like this with Elashya? It must have. There had been passion between us. Desire. I had loved her deeply. But...she had never yielded to me. The realisation of that fact sent my mind spinning.
I'd only ever felt it once before from a pretty girl I'd met at a summer party. We'd instantly hit it off. She was from a pack to the north. Her father was the head of their particular pack. When we started exploring each other, I had felt the pull then. Nowhere near as keenly as this, but it was there. I'd spoken to my father about it and he shrugged it off, as not a big deal. That it can happen. especially between strong pairs.
Pulling me from my churning thoughts, I felt her squirming against me. Urging me. So I plunged my finger a bit quicker. Faster. A bit harder. She was so unbelievably tight. So mind meltingly wet. I wanted her to shatter apart. Needed her.
"Poppy, please come for me." I begged into her mind. "Oh gods"
She was practically riding my face now and I fucking loved it.
Then her whole body stilled, went rigid. Her grip on the back of my head tightened. Her inner muscles flexed. She gasped. I contuined sucking and wrung every last drop out of her.
She started to shake. Her legs giving in.
The taste of her on my tongue, I lapped it