Wishing For Mates : The Final Letter

by Regitse Liljadorff

I was carried to bed by Ray, who smirked at me and shared a secret smile with Kian. “What?” I demanded, not liking feeling left out. Ray shrugged, then said, “I was just thinking about how I couldn’t wait to fuck the king.”

He was so adorably shy and seemed so unapologetically himself. I wanted to protect that.

“I worked myself open and used salve every night to be ready for you,” he admitted while groaning in pleasure. I was gaping at him and momentarily paused my movements. He had touched himself everyday thinking about this day? I shivered from the immense pleasure that thought caused me. Claim him! Mark him! My instincts were shouting at me, and I desperately tried to quiet them down. Pee on him! …Wow, okay, then… Ignoring that…

“I don’t want you to be like them. I need you to be you. You’re my mate, my perfect match. They are too, but I need all of you to complete me. If you were the same, I wouldn’t need you. But I do. I need and love all of you, as you are.”

Sheena had made an ice sculpture with her water affinity, and I was speechless when I spotted it. In the sculpture, I was sitting on a throne with Kian and Ray seated on either side of the throne’s armrests. Tinus was seated in my lap with my hand on his thigh. We were all smiling at one another.

When we were both full, I thought he was going to leave, but instead, he gave my ass the same pounding I had given Tinus against my desk earlier.

He was perfect. I could sing a song just about his abs, though his dick would get me singing a lot longer from the size of it.

I would do anything for my mates, and this just further proved how far I would go for their happiness. Oh, you want to kill someone? I got you, Boo.