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I stumble, but he holds me up as his tongue flicks across my nipple, circling it before he bites down gently. I hiss at the slight sting of pain, but then he soothes it with his tongue, and I’m putty in his hands.
He moves his mouth to my other breast, placing kisses along the way as he lifts me and drops me back onto his bed. I bounce, but he reaches for the button of my jeans, and before I even get my bearings, he strips them off, and I’m lying naked apart from the cuffs on my wrists.
“Stunning,” he murmurs as he strips off his briefs, and it’s my turn to stare. Oh my fucking god.
“Nope, no way. That thing isn’t going to fit,” I stammer, waving at the cock that slapped against his stomach when he removed his pants. I thought he felt big when I was grinding against his jeans, but this is extreme. It has to be nine or ten inches and thick.
He chuckles and palms it, giving it a squeeze, and I watch as a bead of precum appears on the tip. My mouth waters, and I get the urge to lean forward and lick it up. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make sure you’re ready for it before I fill your sweet pussy.”
Oh my god, the man is a dirty talker. He climbs onto the bed and crawls toward me like a large cat stalking its prey. He pushes my knees apart and trails a smattering of kisses up the inside of one thigh before diving right in and sweeping his tongue through my folds, causing me to shudder in pleasure.
I groan and flop back on the bed, giving over to the overwhelming need to let him have his way. I might die—death by cock—but what a way to go.
Licking me with long, sure strokes, he alternates between fucking my needy hole and circling my throbbing bud. I thrash my head back and forth, gripping the sheets as extreme pleasure rockets through my body, driving me closer and closer to the edge. My brain short-circuits as he shoves my thighs wide and sinks two fingers into my throbbing cunt, curling them against the spongy inner wall and caressing my G-spot. I hurtle over the edge into the most mind-blowing orgasm I have ever had.
I’m vaguely aware that I’m screaming and say a little prayer of thanks that Nox doesn’t have any close neighbors.
I’m boneless and panting when he finally lifts his head. His mouth glimmers in the low light as he prowls up my body, cupping my breasts as he slowly tongues one swollen nipple before doing the same to the other. I thread my hands through his hair and tug him up, dying to feel his monster cock between my legs, even if I am nervous.
He drops a kiss between my breasts before turning his attention to my mouth. I can taste myself on him as he licks and nips, giving my mouth the same kind of attention he gave my pussy.
Reaching between us, I slide my hand up and down his thick, long length, and he moans, his head dropping as I thumb the dribble of precum leaking from his tip and spread it around the head of his cock. I notch him at my entrance, wrap my legs around him, and dig my heels into his taut ass, encouraging him. He thrusts slowly, sinking in slightly, and I moan as my pussy stretches wide, wrapping around him. I breathe heavily as he retreats and pushes again, sinking a little deeper with each thrust as he works himself into my tight channel until he’s finally seated. He pauses as my heart pounds and my cunt aches as she acclimates to his size. There is a small bite of pain, but that eventually fades, leaving me full and empty all at the same time.
“More,” I rasp out as I dig my heels into his ass. His breath is coming quickly too, but he listens and slowly drags his cock out before thrusting hard. My back arches off the bed, and I clutch his shoulders as he slides in, every inch of his cock dragging against my sensitive walls. He presses kisses against my shoulder, and I feel the scrape of his teeth, and all I can do is hold on as he impales me with rapid strokes. My body winds tighter and tighter with every plunge of his dick, his hands braced on the bed as he owns my body. I dig my nails into his back as he grabs one of my knees and hitches it higher, getting a better angle, and all it takes is two more strokes before my body explodes into ecstasy. My cunt grips him hard as he continues to thrust through my orgasm before he throws his head back and shouts, pumping me full of his cum.
He collapses onto me, his weight comforting as we let the sensations of our orgasms ride through our shaking, spent limbs. My legs ache, but I don’t push him off. Instead, I run gentle hands up and down his sweaty back as he nuzzles into my neck, placing tiny kisses all over it while muttering words of praise. My soul aches at his words and the thought that this may be my only chance at real happiness. He rolls off me before gathering me in his arms and pulling me against him, running his fingers through my hair as I place my hand over his chest and snuggle in.
My breathing finally eases, and I lift my head from his chest and run my finger over the tattoo inked above his heart. It kind of looks like a tree with a heart on the trunk, and then there are six branches with symbols at the end of each branch. I try to get a closer look, but we never turned the light on, and the only thing illuminating the room is the light from the living area, so it isn’t a lot.
Nox flinches at my touch before sliding his hand between mine and his skin, covering the tattoo.
“Sorry, it tickles,” he mumbles, and I rest my head against his chest again.
“What does it mean?” I ask, and he’s quiet for a moment.
“It’s a symbol of a previous life best forgotten,” he says flatly, and I decide to let it go. It’s obviously a topic he doesn’t want to talk about.
I’m so tired that I feel my eyes flutter closed, and he pulls me closer and presses a kiss to my forehead. As I fall into a deep sleep, I hear him murmur, “Unlike this, which I will never forget.”

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My dad slumps. It’s very unkinglike, and I feel a pang of sympathy for him. He’s probably worried they are not going to appear, and he will have to spend another forty years ruling the shifters. It’s not a particularly hard job, but they can be petty and exhausting at times.
“Cheer up, Dad. It will all be over before you know it, and you’ll be wishing you were back in the thick of the action when the moms are nagging you to do something,” I joke, and all three of my moms glare at me, but it does get my dad to smile.
“I wouldn’t joke if I were you, Gryffin.” Evie stands up and marches down the stairs, and I wince, knowing I’m in trouble. She approaches me, and I look down at her. She is the shortest of my mothers, not quite reaching the top of my shoulders, but she is no less fierce than the others. “There is a long forgotten law that if, for some reason, the chosen is injured or dies without any heirs, the crown switches to the oldest heir of the previous ruler to rule out the remainder of the forty years.”
My mouth drops open in shock at this bombshell. “No fucking way.” I look around the room, hoping someone will tell me this is her idea of a joke, but I can tell by their faces that it isn’t.
Mom sighs, also standing up and smoothing out her dress. “It’s never happened before, but it is a backup plan. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves though. I say we’re getting worked up over nothing. Let’s give it a few more days before we start getting into crisis mode.”
“We need to go about our days like nothing has changed and show our people we aren’t worried,” Mia agrees. “Our new royal will appear when the time is right for them.”
“That’s right. We are in the middle of moving all our things to our new house and having the master palace suite renovated for the new incoming royal. Since they will have six mates, some major changes needed to happen.” Mom gestures to the other six crowns, and Evie grimaces.
“Ugh, six mates. That poor person. Seriously, it was bad enough when there were three of us. All the bitching and infighting was awful.” My little blonde mother wraps her arms around my waist and leans in to me. I pat her back soothingly.
“I’m just glad none of us will be marked. I can’t imagine competing with a group of others to catch the eye of a potential mate,” I tell them as she pulls away.
My dad snorts derisively. “You have no idea. Be very glad that you are in a bond group and your perfect mate will appear one day.” He looks at his wives. “You three might have thought you had it bad, but try being the person who has to pick on top of learning that you are now ruling over a new group of people you know very little about, and add the new magic and shifting into that. It’s a complete mindfuck.” He stands up and stretches, pulling Mia up with him. “We need to make sure the bar is stocked. I’m almost positive I drank it dry during my first couple of weeks.”
“Well, at least the new royal has the four of you to advise them,” Bryson points out. “They couldn’t be in better hands.”
“Unlike me who had no one. That awful bitch refused to mentor me and instead disappeared to sulk in her new home. I refuse to do that to whoever is going to take my place.” I watch my father visibly get his shit together after his small, private break down. “Gryffin, I’d like your team to be stationed here for the first couple of weeks. The new royal will need bodyguards until they can get a handle on their shift and how to protect themselves. Hopefully once their mates are chosen, there won’t be any need for protection detail, because they will fight for their mate just like your mothers do for me.” His three wives gather around him, and I smile as my mothers fuss over him. They have always been like this in private. In public, they show the shifter people a strong, confident team, but they save their affection for family only.
My father’s words send a pang of dread through me. If I’m trapped in the castle doing royal duties for the next few weeks, I won’t be able to continue the search for our sixth bond mate, which means I need to excuse myself now. I have been told of a small village at the very end of the shifter kingdom that I never knew about. I’m starting to lose hope. Maybe my bond mates are right, and I am on a wild goose chase. They insist the witch’s reading was wrong. Why else wouldn’t our bond mate present themselves to the matching office?
When shifters receive a bond mark, they are required to present themselves to the bond office in the city so their mark can be noted down and they can be matched with others who share that mark. Not all shifters get them though, but the ones who do are usually thrilled and excited to be in a bond, because it makes them a mini pack that is no longer beholden to the alpha of their village.
Shifters don’t live in species packs. Each town, city, or village has a head alpha all of the residents are beholden to no matter what kind of animal you present as. It is an elected position, and usually the strongest shifter in the village is chosen, but that is not always the case. Sometimes popularity or fear can play a big part in who gets elected.
I hide my annoyance. “As long as that is okay with General Bryson.” I look at my boss, praying he will not agree with my father and appoint another team, but I know that’s pretty futile. They are best friends, and if the king wants his son, then the king will get his son—both their sons actually, not that Hunter will care.
Bryson gives a quick nod.
“Alright, you’re both dismissed. Keep us updated, and as soon as the royal appears, you are all to present yourselves to the palace,” my father orders.
I give my mothers a kiss on the cheek, and we take our leave. Bryson shifts, and I ride his dragon back to night watch headquarters.
When we arrive and he shifts back, we part. “Stay close. I’m sure I’ll have another false lead for you to follow soon,” he grumbles and stomps off to the communications room to monitor the tip line. I head back to our apartment, trying to figure out how I can make the trip to the village of Zalfari.