Pregnant and Mated to Three Kings

Rekindling

Ulric Bloodfang, The Lycan King

My ears rang, refusing to translate the sounds that assaulted them. "Mine!" claimed Nevermore and Fireheart, their voices heavy with possessive fire. Both claiming Isabella. My mate. Disbelief warred with a primal fury, rendering me witless.

So this was why they were here, drawn by an unseen tether I understood better than they ever could. But why? Why did we, three kings from vastly different corners of Elysia, share the same human mate?

Unbelievable.

A cocktail of emotions churned in my gut – jealousy, a possessive growl deep within, hatred so potent it tasted like ash in my mouth. Yet, amidst the storm, a fragile ember flickered.

Life.

Life pulsed within Isabella, faint but unmistakable. The unmistakable scent of lycan blood, woven with the sweetness of hers, filled the air. My breath hitched. My mate was pregnant. This child, this tiny miracle within her, it was mine. Mine to protect, mine to cherish.

Isabella. My Isabella. How sweet her name rolled off my tongue.

These foolish kings might see a prize, but I saw my queen, my mate, the mother of my child. They could have their games, their posturing, but Isabella – she was mine, and I wouldn't yield her, not even to the combined might of two other monarchs. Theirs was the claim, but mine was the truth, etched in the whispers of fate and the undeniable thrum of our shared souls.

I knew with an unwavering certainty that the child Isabella carried was mine.

~ o 0 o ~

That night at the Capitol, the Treaty Ball shimmered with an opulence I despised.

The mask all the attendees were given concealed my features. The music pounded as I slipped into the throng. Laughter and veiled tension hung heavy in the air, prickling my skin with unease. Like a predator sensing danger, I yearned for the open sky, the bite of fresh air. I did not fancy these revelries, but something was tugging at me that I needed to be here.

Ignoring the curious glances, I snatched a bottle of their finest aged whiskey. Stepping onto the moonlit terrace, I melted into the shadows of the forest bordering the Four Kingdoms' Hall. The musky scent of earth and pine filled my lungs.

The liquor burned a welcome path down my throat, but it failed to quell the unease. As I walked deeper into the woods, a soft moan pierced the night, pulling me forward like a compass needle drawn north. The scent of fear, of desperation, mingled with something else - a sweetness, a promise...

My gaze swept through the trees.

Then, there she was.

Bathed in silver moonlight, standing amidst the dark trunks, a vision in sapphire blue.

The dress flowed around her like liquid skies, its hem pooling at her ankles. Her slender figure was breathtaking, an exquisite sculpture bathed in ethereal light. Dark hair spilled down her back, catching the light in shimmering waves. She held a wine glass loosely, its ruby contents untouched, her gaze fixed on the distant sky.

Human. Beautiful, unequivocally human.

A slow smile curved my lips as I threw the whiskey bottle down with a thud. She didn't flinch at the sound, merely tilted her head slightly, eyes still fixed on the heavens. It was a subtle movement, yet it sent a wave of heat through me. Curiosity flickered in her gaze as she finally turned, meeting my eyes with a calmness that surprised me.

"Lost, perhaps?" she asked, her voice a melody in the quiet night.

"Not lost," I countered, stepping closer, the scent of her filling my senses, "But intrigued. What compels a woman like you to abandon the grand revelry and seek solace in the shadows?"

"I don't know," she replied, her voice laced with a playful lilt. "Perhaps, you, dear masked stranger, know the answer."

There was something in her words, a teasing spark that ignited a flame within me. Another step forward closed the distance between us, revealing the flush of alcohol on her cheeks, highlighting the breathtaking beauty of her face. Even slightly intoxicated, she radiated a captivating allure, a hauntingly beautiful mystery I longed to unravel.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against the soft skin of her cheek. Unlike others who might shy away from a masked stranger's touch, she didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned into my palm, a wordless invitation that sent a jolt of electric desire through me. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lashes casting delicate shadows against her porcelain skin.

Drawing in a sharp breath, I moved closer, the scent of honeysuckle and wine intoxicating my senses. With a gentle finger, I lifted her chin, tilting her face towards mine. Our gazes locked, a silent conversation unfolding in the depths of her tantalizing eyes.

With a low growl that resonated with primal desire, I drew my face closer, my lips claiming hers in a searing kiss. The touch was fire and ice, a collision of worlds, human and lycan. She tasted of grapes and moonlight, a sweetness that ignited a fierce hunger within me. Her response was immediate, her kiss desperate yet hesitant, tinged with a hint of fear and a spark of wild abandon.

Continuing with heightened fervor, my hands deftly found the straps of her dress, guiding them down to reveal her bosom. A surge of desire pulsed through me as I beheld her beauty, my c0ck pulsing. With renewed passion, I captured her lips once more, our tongues intertwining in a dance of desire. As I kneaded her breasts, her n1pples hardened beneath my touch. Unable to resist any longer, I descended, eagerly exploring the supple curves of her mounds.

The night air filled with her melodic moans as she leaned against the trunk of a nearby tree. Enveloping her in my embrace, I secured her against me, anchoring her in place. With little hesitation, I lowered the fabric of her dress, exposing the expanse of her skin. A primal urge surged within me, my length throbbing with longing as I realized my overwhelming desire to possess her.

Descending to my knees before her, I was consumed by the irresistible allure of her femininity. Her folds, like delicate curtains, parted to reveal the entrance to her most intimate depths. With fervent determination, my tongue delved into her essence, eagerly exploring the soft petals of her vulva. Each stroke and caress elicited a symphony of moans from her lips, proof of the pleasure she experienced.

I savored the taste of her arousal, the heady scent of her desire driving me further into a frenzy of passion. With each flick and swirl of my tongue, I teased and tantalized her, coaxing forth the sweet nectar of her essence. Her juices flowed freely, soaking my mouth and my chin.

Lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our union, I became consumed by a singular purpose: to drown myself in her pleasure, to lose myself in the depths of her ecstasy. With every movement, every touch, I worshipped at the altar of her desire, surrendering myself to the primal urges that coursed through us both.

Unable to resist any longer, I discarded my pants and spun her around, positioning her against the sturdy trunk of the tree. With a delicate hand braced against the rough bark for support, she arched her back, presenting herself to me with an enticing vulnerability. Her luscious curves beckoned me closer, my heart pounding in tandem with the pulsating rhythm of my arousal.

I grasped her hips firmly, guiding my d1ck into her waiting warmth. The sensation of her slick, velvety walls enveloping me sent shivers coursing through my body. With each thrust, I lost myself in the friction of our united bodies.

As I plunged into her depths, she moaned in blissful surrender, her cries of pleasure echoing through the night like a siren's song. Her tightness gripped me in an intoxicating embrace, driving me further into a frenzy of passion.

Driven by a need to possess her completely, I continued my relentless assault, each thrust pushing her closer to the brink. Her climax washed over her in a tidal wave of euphoria, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. Again and again, she surrendered to the throes of pleasure, her moans of delight fueling the fire that raged between us.

With my own peak looming on the horizon, I fought to maintain control, to prolong the exquisite torture of our union. But as her velvety walls clenched around me in a final, desperate plea for release, I could resist no longer. Surrendering to the overwhelming tide of sensation, I allowed my climax to consume me, filling her with the scorching heat of my cvm.