Wyrren hadn’t so much as flinched. “He crowned her queen in her own right. It’s how she was able to get all of you out of the fortress. Took us all out simultaneously.”

I wanted to stuff my fist down Ronan’s face. I didn’t need to be defended like a child! Enya paused, swinging back to face me. “You did that?”

She looked to Wyrren, who nodded seriously.

“I crowned her myself,” he confirmed, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. Enya looked back at me, her expression softening.

Then she huffed, her nose in the air. “Send her along when she is ready. I can only imagine what nonsense those witches have filled her head with.”

I snorted, and she lifted her eyebrows. With a final sniff, she turned, her long, white hair flying about her shoulders. I knew a dismissal when I saw one.

“Let me know if they need anything,” I instructed Wyrren.

He bowed, and then I felt a jolt through my mateship bond. I didn’t even glance at Kieran and Ronan, just held out my hands and felt them grip me tightly. I closed my eyes and we shifted to our mate. The only one holding all of us together.

Wren

I heard my mates return to the treehouse, landing softly as the sun set against the tops of the trees. They likely assumed I was sleeping. How very wrong they were. I stayed still in bed, not moving as Kieran and Ronan slid in next to me. I waited for Benedict, but he didn’t join us.

“I want my mates,” I said.

He huffed in the darkness, and Ronan moved over so he could have his place. Benedict drew an arm around my waist, tucking me close to him. I heard his breathing hitch when he realized I was completely naked. I knew the others would easily give into me. It was Benedict I had to convince.

“Wren—” he said.

I twisted in his grip and kissed him, my fangs nipping his lips and tongue. He groaned, kissing me back for an instant before trying to pull away. Fine, if he wanted to play dirty, so would I. I tore myself out of his arms and pushed myself into Kieran, nuzzling into his neck and grazing it with my fangs. Kieran shuddered, even as Benedict’s gaze grew stormy.

“You need to heal,” Benedict said.

I snarled and in one rough movement rolled Kieran over so I was straddling him. Kieran growled in appreciation, his hands gripping my hips to support me. Ronan hummed in interest; his eyes dark with arousal.

“Kieran, I order you to leave her alone,” Benedict said.

My hand found Kieran’s hardness and squeezed, a gasp escaping his lips as I leaned into his ear. “Your queen orders you to ravish her. Who will you obey?”

I felt badly about the anguish in Kieran’s eyes, so I rolled off and attacked Ronan. He was already hard and eagerly flipped me, biting softly at my neck and grinding his pelvis into my rear. My moan of need had all three of them twitching.