Chapter Twenty Seven

Wynne POV
Arandir's body was sculpted muscle and a smattering of scars she hadn't seen yet. Jagged scars covered his left side, appearing almost as if some large animal had tried to shake him around with it's teeth. Pale white scars trailed down his chest, evidently where something had tried to shred his skin open with claws. Smaller scars littered his legs and his fingers, and Wynne paid those no mind.
Instead, she let her fingers brush the puckered skin of his ribs, feeling out the scar that covered them. This was the worst of the scars, a mangled bit of flesh, skin still red where it had been sewn together. The tissue was ridged, seamed, as if whoever had put him back together hadn't been able to do the greatest job of it.
"Ogre attack, in my youth." Arandir told her, his fingers absently brushing through her hair. His voice was grim, and he didn't elaborate. Wynne's fingers moved from the Ogre scar, traveling to trace the claw marks upon his chest. "The claw scars are from when my father tried to tame a Warg. He'd managed to capture the creature and bring it back to the grounds. The Warg was very unhappy at being removed from it's home, and when my father let it loose from its cage in the arena, it went on a rampage. Luckily, there weren't very many around, so there were only a few injured. The Warg attacked me when I tried to assist my father in securing it. If he couldn't tame it, my father wanted to release it back into it's habitat. We ended up having to put the poor creature down, it's anger was too dangerous to those around it. "
Wynne let out a contemplative noise, moving from the scars to the ridges of his muscles. Her gentle touch explored each section of his body, familiarizing herself with it. Slowly, her hand dipped, trailing along the muscle of his hips and thighs, before her fingers found his groin. She stroked along his member with tenderness, feeling his length twitch at her touch. Her teasing caresses made Arandir growl, a hearty, dangerous noise. His hands found her breasts, cupping them and pinching at her nipples.
Wynne let out a soft whimper, sparks shooting through her at his touch. She grasped him, fingers barely touching as they wrapped around his member. Leaning in, she kissed him fiercely, stroking his member as she did so. Suddenly, she found herself flat on her back, staring up at Arandir's lavender hues. He'd flipped her over, rising so that he was settled comfortably between her legs, pulling both her hands so that they were trapped within his own large one. "You'll find it's not wise to tease me." He ground out, nipping gently at her neck. Fingers tweaked at her nipples, before traversing the smooth expanse of her stomach, all the way to the downy curls of her mound. They dipped lower, delving into the creamy moistness between her folds.
Soft mewling noises escaped from Wynne, her head tilting as he nipped, giving him more access to that expanse of sensitive skin. His teeth sank slowly into her exposed skin, his fingers rubbing at her gently, covering themselves in her slickness. Wind howled outside, and the pattering of rain joined the sound, making their moans echo in the room. Lighting flashed from behind the drapes, as Arandir gripped himself and positioned so the tip of his member was ready to sink into her warm core.
Another flash, followed by the roll and peal of thunder, preceded Arandir's gentle thrust, Wynne's slim body wriggling underneath him. Her writhing helped him slide his member fully into her, her core pulsating around his intruding length.Ever so slowly he withdrew until only his tip remained, Wynne squirming beneath him, before plunging back into her depths. Their skin was beginning to glow, casting a shimmer of light around the darkened room. The colors merged and melded, an array of the rainbow, flickering to cast away shadows.
Arandir had found a steady rhythm, his hips rocking against hers. Wynne struggled to keep her eyes locked with his, her moss green orbs clouding with pleasure from his every touch, every small movement. Heat and wild hunger engulfed her, setting her entire being ablaze. Her head fell back into a mound of pillows, soft moans slipping from her as Arandir brought her closer and closer to the edge. It felt as if she could shatter at any moment. The majesty of light surrounding them, emanating from their skin, grew with the magic building in the room. Magic that bound, tied destined couples together for eternity. As the bonds of that magic settled over them, Arandir thrust into Wynne roughly, stroking over the most sensitive spot in her core. Her body shook, back arching underneath him, hands struggling against the hold he had on them. A few final thrusts, and Arandir spent himself inside her, filling her with his hot seed. She was bursting, her orgasm an explosion to her senses, and then she was floating peacefully. Surrounded by the arms of her lover, tied to him through the magic that had recognized him as hers at the start.
Wynne felt the final ties of magic slip around her, the now solidified chains of the matebond between her and Arandir, though the absence of their third was felt deeply. Arandir gently withdrew himself from her, untangling their twined bodies, both of them still glowing softly from the effects of magic in the air. With a contented sigh, putting aside the feeling of the pull to Nerys, Wynne tugged the blankets back around their naked bodies, and snuggled into her mate as she fell into a satisfied sleep. Arandir nestled his face into her hair, holding Wynne close, as he let himself succumb to sleep with her.
Nerys POV
Nerys had spent much too long with Bronwyn, discussing Nerys's family and their ties to the old queen. She had lost track, and wasn't able to return to the room as soon as she'd have liked. She was exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to go sleep next to her newfound mates.
She stopped by her quarters to gather garments for bed and an outfit for the day ahead, and found that the servants had left her some of the night's dinner. Steak vegetable stew, enough to share between herself and two others. Word travelled fast in the big castle, and it made her chuckle. Nerys tucked the changes of clothes under the food tray, pulling it along with her as she trudged herself to Wynne and Arandir's room. She knocked st the wooden door, then pushed it open as quietly as possible. The sitting room had been abandoned, the bedroom door slightly ajar. Nerys pulled the food cart in, then set it to the side of one of the tables.
She crept to the room, peeking in slowly as she tiptoed into the room. Arandir was awake, holding a trembling Wynne tightly to his chest and stroking her hair. Nerys mouthed a silent question, asking if she could join them. When he nodded his assent, she slipped out of the room. Haphazardly discarding her clothing as she pulled on the lacey dressing gown she'd brought with her.
Nerys slid back into the room, orange eyes ablaze as she took in the sight of her mates holding each other. The scent of magic and sex was thick in the air. While she had been absent, it was evident that Wynne and Arandir had tied themselves together in the way that mates should. The thought brought a smile, love and desire for them both surfacing in her heart.
Carefully, Nerys lifted the blankets around them and slid herself into the bed, positioning herself on the other side of Wynne. She wrapped her arms around the other woman, brushing her fingers gently along Arandir's arms, pulling him into her hold as well. The couple held the sleeping woman close to them, completely comfortable as Nerys settled the blankets back upon them and they let sleep take them.