The castle courtyard was alive with motion. Training mats, elemental rings, and enchanted obstacle courses sprawled across the golden stone. Rhiannan stood at the center, her hair wild, her bare feet grounded on the scorched earth. Above her, the full moons hovered, casting a divine glow over the goddess and her four mates.
FAENet buzzed in the background. Screens floated midair, showing clips from the latest chaos, the crash, the royal ritual and Rhiannan being snatched, the battles, Rhiannan felt naked. But one post had her frozen...a smear campaign live streamed by the royal family. After seeing they were the ones who snatched her from her mates, her rage was lethal. They had killed innocent fae to do it. It sickened her. Knowing the Goddess had come to her rescue also made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside for some reason.
Queen Lorelei, in all her fake ass glory, had painted Rhiannan as a seductress, a traitor, a false goddess. The comments were split: half spewing hate, half defending her like rabid fans. One image showed a blurred shot of Rhiannan mid duel, another showed Gailia, chained and bruised.
Rhiannan's stomach turned. Guilt. Fury. Grief.
"She's still alive," she whispered.
Liam appeared behind her with a cape over his bare chest, sipping blood from a wine glass. "She's royalty, baby. They don't kill their pawns, they just torture them creatively."
Arwen growled, arms crossed. "We can't rescue her. Not yet."
"I know." Rhiannan's voice cracked. "We're not strong enough. But we will be."
Elisha landed in a dramatic fucking swirl of wings and smoke. "Enough talking. If we want to complete the pentacle and survive, we need to train."
Cue the music...A pounding drumbeat mixed with ancestral chants and heavy bass.
Kaleb stood shirtless in a pit of stones, coaching Rhiannan on elemental fire control. He hovered too close, always protective, eyes locked on her like a lifeline. "Control it, baby. Don't let it control you."
Arwen, with his sharp wit and narrowed gaze, sparred her with blades and hand to hand. Every time Liam winked at her or Elisha grunted approval, Arwen got more aggressive. "Stop flirting and focus!" he snapped at Liam.
Liam was everywhere. Tossing Rhi a magical weapon. Making jokes mid duel. "Oh baby girl, that blast could've singed my very sexy nipples. Try again!"
Elisha, ever the alpha hole king, forced her through obstacle after obstacle, barking orders. "You're a goddess. Act like one."
"I'll gut you with a vine," she snapped.
"You'll have to catch me first, sunshine."
Magic rings exploded with light as Rhi learned to shift at will. One second she was human, the next a massive white wolf, or a sleek panther, Her shifting shocked everyone, especially herself.
"Damn," Kaleb muttered. "Our girl's full beast mode."
"Full divine fuck you mode," Liam corrected.
They pushed her. She pushed back. And soon, she was winning every spar, out blasting Elisha's fire, dodging Arwen's blades, countering Kaleb's commands, and even catching Liam mid vanish with a surprise vine snare.
"Bow to your goddess, bitches," she smirked.
But then...
One final burst of magic, her powers surged too fast. The world tilted. A pulse of divine energy swallowed her.
She disappeared.
Rhiannan reappeared in the castle gardens. Alone.
The flowers glowed with fae light. Moon pools shimmered with stardust.
And waiting, arms crossed, was a statuesque red haired dragon woman in an emerald combat dress. Leather. Heels. Hate in her eyes.
"You're not worthy of him," she hissed. "You're not royalty. You're not dragon born. You're just a flashy little plaything."
Rhiannan snorted. "I'm a goddess. Try me."
She didn't wait.
The woman lunged, claws out, fire already crackling. Rhiannan blocked it with her palm, twisted the woman mid air, and slammed her into the garden fountain with elemental vines.
Just as the woman roared back to her feet, growling...
A collective howl echoed.
Kaleb. Arwen. Liam. Elisha.
Four furious males stormed into the garden like a damn tidal wave.
Elisha growled, "Touch her again, and I'll make sure no one finds your ashes."
Arwen and Kaleb flanked her.
Liam just raised a brow. "Ladies. Do we have to be dramatic in the gardens? I just had the roses trimmed."
Rhiannan, barefoot and blazing, rolled her eyes. "Next time one of your exes wants to die, give me a heads up."
The boys surrounded her. She didn't need them. But she let them. And she smiled, just a little.
Elisha barked orders and his dragon gaurds seized a furious dragon lady in leather, kicking and screaming, to the dungeons.
They were getting stronger.
The war was coming.
And so was she.
Dinner was... dangerous. Elisha spared no expense. The long obsidian table glittered with gold trimmed crystal, meat dishes that sizzled with enchanted fire, and wine so rich it buzzed in the blood like a spell. But Rhiannan barely tasted any of it. Her eyes kept flicking to the golden god of a man at the head of the table, the one who hadn't stopped watching her all damn day.
Elisha's green dragon slit eyes burned with intent, and when she got up to leave, so did he.
He caught up to her in the hall, his large frame casting long shadows in the candlelight. "Walk with me."
They wandered through winding golden corridors until they reached a quiet sitting room that overlooked the mountains. Rhiannan curled up barefoot on a chaise like a cat, her long curls spilling everywhere. Elisha leaned against the wall like a storm in waiting.
She raised an eyebrow. "You gonna stare at me all night or talk?"
His laugh was low and rough. "Both."
What followed wasn't sex, it was connection. Raw, real, terrifying. They talked for hours. About loss. War. Duty. What it meant to carry the world on your shoulders. Elisha told her how he watched every female he ever loved die. How he'd shut off emotion for decades. How he thought he didn't deserve softness.
"You're not soft," she whispered. "You're molten fucking gold."
His eyes flared. He confessed his heart break as she was snatched away and her heart tore open for him. She had felt it.
The air changed. His dragon surged beneath his skin. Growling. Demanding.
"I need you," he bit out.
"Then take me," she challenged, rising to her feet.
What followed was pure chaos.
He crashed into her like a firestorm, teeth scraping down her neck, hands gripping her thighs. They kissed like war, her nails raking down his chest as he yanked her onto the nearest golden table, sweeping off scrolls and books like they were kindling.
Then she saw them.
Two. Fucking. Cocks.
"Are you.." she gasped.
He smirked, fangs glinting. "Dragons are built different."
"Clearly."
She was soaked. Ready. Needy. The sight of his two cocks was a surprise but she quickly adjusted, imagining all the fun they would have.
He worshipped her first. Fingers teasing, tongue tracing stars on her skin, his magic curling inside her like molten sunlight. He groaned as his fingers found her soaked and ready for him. He plunged in one finger, then two, stretching her tight little cunt as she rode his fingers hard. He grunted with exertion, "Goddess, so tight, so wet and greedy."
Then, he took her, filling her in ways no man had before. One thick, ridged shaft inside her core. The other nestled deep inside her tight ass.
She shattered. Screaming. Cursing. Writhing as he slammed into her with ruthless precision. He reached down between her delicious thighs to her swollen and throbbing clit, pinching firmly. She gasped, arching her back, and literally growled, "That's sooo good." His two dragon cocks continued to ruin her holes and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she allowed the plundering.
"I'll fucking break you, goddess," he growled.
"You'd fucking better," she hissed, dragging him closer. He lifted her up easily, as if she were weightless, and he firmly grabbed her soft, full ass cheeks as he slammed her down onto those delicious cocks. She could not breathe. Her mind reeled. She thought briefly, "I may pass out ..", but Elisha wouldn't allow it. He rocked her until they were both breathless, gasping for air.
Their bond snapped into place mid climax an eruption of golden light and silver stardust. A tiny golden dragon appeared behind her ear. He gasped, his chest flaring with new stars.
All over the castle, lights flickered. Magic trembled. Servants dropped trays. Every shifter within five miles fell to their knees as divine power slammed into the world like a thunderclap.
When it was over, Rhiannan lay boneless in a heap of tangled sheets and scorch marks, her body glowing and trembling.
Elisha pulled her against his chest, whispering, "You're mine now."
She smirked, barely able to breathe. "You wish, alpha hole."
But even she couldn't deny the way her soul purred.
Another mate claimed.
Another piece of the pentacle locked into place.
And the storm was only just beginning.