Valkhara
Nyra's cottage should've been safe.
She'd reinforced the entire damn perimeter with blood-drawn glyphs, bark-infused shields, and a scent-masking veil strong enough to fool an alpha wolf in heat.
But not my mates.
Not Sevrin and Azric.
I felt them coming before they arrived, two hurricanes of fury crashing toward me like heat-seeking blades.
The wards cracked first. Then shattered like glass under a steel boot.
I barely had time to throw on Nyra's oversized shirt and grab my dagger before the door exploded inward.
Azric walked through the smoke, violet eyes glowing. Silent. Dangerous.
Sevrin followed, shirtless, every muscle tight with rage, silver blade already in hand.
"I see the wards worked great," I muttered.
Neither laughed.
Sevrin's voice was low, murderous. "You drugged us."
I shrugged. "You were being dramatic."
Azric tilted his head. "You snuck off. To the forest. Alone."
"I wasn't alone. Nyra was with me."
"Oh," Sevrin said, stepping forward. "That makes it better."
Nyra popped her head out from the pantry. "Technically, it does."
Azric didn't even blink. "Leave, Nyra."
She vanished in a puff of sarcasm and smoke.
I backed up, palms raised. "Okay, let's all breathe—"
Sevrin grabbed me by the waist and slammed me against the wall so hard the shelves rattled.
"You do not walk away from us."
"I didn't walk. I strategically evaded."
Azric's power pulsed through the room—cool and lethal. "You're lucky we don't drag you through the woods by your hair."
"I'd like to see you try."
His smirk was pure sin. "You will."
They didn't let me walk back to the suite.
Azric threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing while Sevrin stalked beside us, flexing his hands like he was deciding where to mark me first.
Back in the royal suite, they didn't speak.
They didn't need to.
They tossed me onto the bed like I was the prey they finally cornered.
Azric ripped the shirt off in one pull. Sevrin pinned my wrists down with one hand, his other already drawing steel from his belt.
"Since you want to act like you're not ours," he said, voice rough, "let's remind you what you really are."
Azric leaned over me, mouth brushing my throat. "You're not leaving this bed until you beg."
They undressed me with brutal precision. Teeth and claws and lips and hands all over me, claiming, consuming.
But they didn't fuck me.
Not yet.
No, this wasn't about pleasure.
It was about control.
They tied my wrists to the headboard with silk cords that burned with scent-activated magic. The second my heat spiked, the bindings tightened.
Azric straddled my chest, his cock heavy and hard but untouched.
"You think you're clever," he murmured. "Slipping out. Making pacts without us."
Sevrin dragged a dagger down my thigh, just hard enough to draw blood... I flinched. He smirked and licked the blood trail back up my thighs.. the heat of his breath lightly feathering over my clit.... with him looking into my eyes,
knowing what he was doing do and then pulled away...
"This body is ours, Valkhara. The forest might have marked you, but we claimed you first."
Azric leaned down and kissed me, deep, rough, claiming.
Then he pulled away and said, "No cumming until you scream our names and beg us for mercy."
They worked me in shifts.
Azric's fingers. Sevrin's mouth. One holding me open while the other whispered filth into my ear.
And every time I trembled—every time I got close—
They stopped.
Over. And over. And over.
Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes. My thighs shook. My body screamed.
Still, they denied me.
Sevrin licked across my breast and bit down gently. "You like pain now, don't you?"
Azric slid the dagger across my ribs, just enough to sting. "You like being owned."
His purple eye's glowing as he licked the blood trail from my ribs...
I couldn't speak.
Not from defiance.
From how wrecked I was.
"Good," Sevrin said, reaching for the blade.. "Don't forget who you fucking belong to."
He straddled my hip and carved the letter S into the skin just above my thigh.
Not deep.
But permanent.
Azric took the blade next.
He kissed my lips softly then carved A below my ribs.
The pain and the bond surged together, and my body sang.
"You're ours," he whispered. "And everyone will know it."
Then it started.
My skin burned.
Right between their initials.
A glowing, magical brand began to form untouched.
D.
I gasped.
And then...
"Carve me in too, little flame. I'm almost there."
The voice echoed through the room like thunder in their heads.
Azric froze. Sevrin hissed.
I screamed.
Not from pain.
From need.
Because with that whisper, the final thread between us snapped into place.
And all three of us felt it.
"Say it," Azric growled. "Say you're ours."
"I'm—fuck—I'm—"
"Louder."
"I'M YOURS!"
Not until Sevrin whispered, "Beg."
I broke.
I sobbed.
I begged desperate, ruined, begging for mercy that felt like damnation.
They let me fall apart.
And when I did?
Azric bit into my throat.
Sevrin sucked the blood from my breast groaning at the taste of me, and then lifting me up and impaling me onto his cock,
without warning, hard, deep,unforgiving.
I came instantly.
Before I could even recover I felt Azric grab my hips and slide up behind me... he spread my ass cheeks as Sevrin slowed his thrusts smirking knowing exactly what Azric was about to do and when I read his mind I gasped..
Then I felt it, his warm spit hit my ass and then he started rubbing his throbbing cock all up and down my asshole,
his pre cum leaking out mixing with his spit, and then he was growling in my ear.
"YOU WILL TAKE THIS COCK YOU FUCKING NAUGHTY GIRL" Azril said
as he thrust his cock into my ass and I screamed feeling to full.
Like I was being split in half tears streaming down my face again..
But pain turned to pleasure as Servin starting making circles on my clit with his fingers and then he pinched
it. That was my undoing as the orgasm ripped through me.
He bit my nipple sucking the blood and making me shudder and that's when they started to move.
Both of them taking turns thrusting, Sevrin in my pussy and Azric in my ass they worked as a team still punishing me..
It felt like hours and orgasm after orgasm ripped through me.
The irony of this punishment wasn't lost on me.. because earlier I was begging for them to let me cum and now I was sobbing begging them to make the orgasms stop.
But they gave me no mercy.. and when I thought I couldn't take it anymore they both looked at me whispering in my ears, my mind on my skin.. "just one more orgasm, baby CUM FOR US NOW." They roared.
My body was a fucking traitor... because I came again like a fucking tidal wave, screaming feeling like my skin was on fire sweat pouring off of me... but this time, their paces quickened as they chased their own release and they followed me over the edge.
I heard their feral groans and the throbbing of their cocks as my pussy milked Sevrin and my asshole suctioned Azril's cost deep inside me as they emptied their cum into me.
When it was over, I collapsed in their arms, shaking, wrecked, sobbing.
And the marks on my body—S. A. D.—glowed like embers carved in flesh.
"You're almost ready, flameheart," Daxos whispered.
"Soon, I'll come for you. And when I do… they'll watch while you scream my name too."
I shivered. Even as spent as I was I knew my body would always be ready for Daxos. He called to something ancient and deep in my soul.