All three men and Cecilia froze when, suddenly, a guard stepped inside the barrier circle—

The silence bubble rippled. A solid, living, breathing person in the crisp blue uniform of the Iondora Capital Patrol had just walked through the outer edge of their sanctuary like it was nothing.

Like he had every right to be there. Like he was not currently standing inside the same pocket of reality where three kings were buried inside their wife.

Arkai felt the involuntary, primal clench of his entire body. His cock, still kissing the soft give of Cecilia’s inner gate, twitched so violently that the head of Johnny slipped another fraction of an inch past that forbidden ring.

The delicate muscle fluttered around him in surprise, and he had to physically bite down on his tongue to keep from groaning. His hands, already gripping her hips with bruising force, tightened until his knuckles went white.

Every hair on his body stood on end. His wolf stirred beneath his skin, alert and protective like a beast whose mate was threatened.

But she was not threatened.

She was clenching.

Oathran felt it through William. A sudden, catastrophic grip of her inner walls, clamping down on both him and Eastiel simultaneously.

The sensation was so intense, so sudden, so tight, that his jaw went slack, his forked tongue actually emerged from his mouth without his permission, and his eyes rolled up his skull.

Richard, still grasped in her frozen hand, throbbed, a full, visible spasm that leaked a thick rope of opaque fluid onto her fingers. The draconian ridges along William’s shaft pulsed, swelling, hardening, his veins bulging blue and purple against the pale skin as his body screamed at him to move, thrust, claim, breed—

He did not move.

Eastiel, still sprawled on his back, still buried inside her alongside his elder brother, felt every single thing in the world stiffen.

The leonine bumps, already sensitive from the constant friction against William’s foreskin, suddenly became more. More rigid. More pronounced. More stimulated, as her inner walls rippled around both shafts in a wave of involuntary, terrified, aroused spasm.

His golden eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth fell open in a silent, gasping moan he muffled with his own palm. A fresh gush of pearlescent precum joined the mess already soaking his abdomen.

His hips jerked just a fraction and the friction of his spikes against Oathran’s foreskin made the dragon curse in the back of his throat.

And Cecilia—

Cecilia came.

The gentle, rolling wave of climax she had before couldn’t be compared to this. It was akin to a lightning strike. Full, catastrophic, body-wracking convulsion that seized her from the inside out and milked both cocks buried in her front with the rhythmic clench of pure terror-ecstasy.

Her inner walls rippled. Her second gate, that tiny, velvety ring that Arkai had just barely breached, spasmed around Johnny’s head and sucked him another millimeter deeper.

Fluid gushed.

Hot. Uncontrollable. A torrent of release that splashed against Oathran’s abdomen and dripped down his thighs.

Her mouth opened around a scream that never came, because Arkai’s hand clamped over her lips with the speed of a striking wolf.

His palm sealed against her mouth not a moment too soon.

The guard stood right there.

Right fucking there. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Halfway through the barrier. One foot in. One foot out. His torso bisected the invisible membrane of their sanctuary and the four of them could not tell if the illusion would hold.

His eyes swept the empty space around the frozen fountain. Left. Right. Directly at them, or perhaps through them, or perhaps at nothing at all. His expression was unreadable. Not confused. Not alarmed. Not anything.

Just the flat, professional blankness of a normal guard doing his rounds, scanning for threats, finding nothing worth noting.

Or finding everything.

They did not know.

His gaze lingered on the fountain ledge, the exact spot where Oathran’s fur coat was spread, where Eastiel was sprawled on his back, where Cecilia was suspended between three cocks and a fresh gush of release.

His eyes did not widen. His brow did not furrow. He simply looked, and his face gave them nothing in return.

Had he seen them?

Had the ring flickered, just for a heartbeat? Had they made the tiniest sound? Was he standing there right now, staring directly at the Black Wolf King’s crimson eyes, processing the impossible image of four bodies tangled in obscene union on a public square in broad daylight?

Or was he staring at an empty fountain, his mind wandering to dinner or drink or the pretty barmaid at the tavern near the barracks?

They did not know.

Cecilia’s body convulsed around all three of them with another aftershock, another gush, and Arkai’s hand clamped tighter over her mouth, his own lips pressed against her ear, his breath hot and ragged and utterly silent.

Eastiel’s fingers dug into Arkai’s hips, his knuckles white, his Peter twitching inside her with every slow, grinding pulse of William against him.

The guard did not move.

He simply stood there. Half in their world. Half out. Looking.

Or not looking.

They did not know.

Until Oathran rolled his hips.

The motion was slow at first. The deep, silent, yet obvious roll of his body made the muscles of his abdomen ripple in waves, each ridge and plane of his divine physique catching the pale winter light, glistening with the faint sheen of sweat.

His white hair, still disheveled, still falling around his face like a curtain of moonlight, shifted with the movement. His thighs, braced against the edge of the fountain, flexed and released in a rhythm that was as old as time itself.

And his eyes, those slit-pupiled, draconian eyes, locked square onto the guard’s. Not through him. Not past him. At him.

They were focused, possessive, challenging.

Whether the guard was watching or not watching. Whether he could see or could not see. Whether his human eyes were capable of piercing the veil or were simply staring at empty air, Oathran Alicei did not care. He stared at the intruder who had stepped into his sanctuary, and he dared him to look away first.

Why would he stop? He was the Divine Dragon Lord. Why couldn’t he fuck his wife with his brothers at the town square—

His cock dug deeper.