Ivy’s Point Of View
The deeper the kiss becomes, the more pressure I feel between my legs, and then, he thrusts inside of me. A sharp pain radiates through my core, but as he twists his hips and gently rocks against me, the pain dissipates.
And then... he is moving in and out of me, establishing a rhythm, and the pain is replaced by pleasure. Waves of euphoria wash over me as I respond to him. His tongue tangles with mine, and I wrap my arms around him, lifting my hips in response to his movements.
"Are you okay, Ivy?" he whispers, locking eyes with me.
"Mmm hmm," is the only answer I can get out.
I never knew that my body could feel this good. My breath catches in my throat, and I find myself moaning and panting as my muscles contract and begin to spasm.
I’ve never experienced anything like this before, but whatever it is, Chase seems to like it because he is whispering, "That’s it, baby, come for me, Ivy."
Whatever it is he wants me to do, I have no control over what’s happening to me, and I cry out again as an overwhelming sensation of warmth spreads throughout my tightened muscles.
A few moments later, while I am still trying to suck oxygen into my lungs, Chase speeds up his thrusting and grunts a few times before I feel his seed release inside of me. I hold on tightly to his muscular shoulders as he slows down and then rests his head on my shoulder, both of us struggling to breathe.
Chase’s palm against my cheek grounds me as my heart rate begins to normalize. He kisses me gently next to my ear. "Are you okay, baby?" he asks me.
"I’m okay." I turn to look at him, and he smiles at me. He lifts himself out from between my legs and lies down next to me, pulling me against his chest.
It’s over—I’ve done it, and when I look at Chase, I know, the Moon Goddess has had a hand in all of this.
I have no doubt, of all of the men in the world, Alpha Chase was the best choice to be here with me in this moment, and as he wraps the blanket around us, and I close my eyes, I can’t imagine being with anyone else.
Chase’s Point Of View
I don’t want to walk into breakfast with the other Alphas. I already know how this conversation is going to go.
If it were up to me, I would’ve continued to lay in bed with Ivy all day, but she has a schedule to follow, and so do I. As I get ready to go to the room that the four of us have breakfast in... together... every day, I feel my heart hammering in my chest.
This is bizarre. We are sharing a woman! A beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman.
I straighten my tie and think about how amazing Ivy felt. I am one lucky bastard to be the one who got to claim her virginity. No matter what happens in the contest, whether or not I impregnate her and become the next king, or I end up losing, no one will ever be able to take that memory from us, the night we shared together when she surrendered herself to me, and I was the first man to ever feel her body wrapped around his.
With a deep breath, I head down the hallway, hearing voices from behind the heavy wooden double doors as I approach. I have a feeling I am the last to arrive.
Walking in, I pause in the doorway as a hush falls over the other three Alphas. They are all staring at me, wide-eyed. Waiting.
I clear my throat. "Good morning, gentlemen," I say, assuming my regular seat at the table. "What are we having today?" The castle chefs always serve us a ton of delicious food every morning, and I am starving. Having sex always takes a lot out of me.
The others say nothing, only exchange glances. I know what they want, but I’m not going to be the first to volunteer it.
"Pancakes? Omelets?" No one answers. "Gosh, I hope it’s not chicken."
The urge to meow comes to mind, and I can’t help but laugh. "What the hell is so funny?" Adrian asks.
"Oh, it’s an inside joke," I tell them. "You would’ve had to be there."
"An inside joke between you... and Ivy?" Grant asks, and I can see in his eyes that he’s jealous.
I shrug. "Well... yeah. Don’t worry. You’ll get your chance to impress her with your wit." I’m not smiling anymore. The realization that Grant will be taking my place next to Ivy in bed—inside Ivy in bed later today—makes my stomach tighten. I don’t think I’m a fan of this arrangement.
He nods. "That’s true. I will be getting my chance. Soon." He grins at me.
I swallow hard as a servant girl brings us huge plates of eggs, bacon, and biscuits. She smiles at each of us, her grin a bit seductive, but she’s not that pretty and we all ignore her. Even if she was pretty, all any of us can think about is Ivy.
And this servant girl has a disproportionately large nose. None of us really like a girl with a giant schnozz.
"Well, I guess you’re not going to tell us anything then?" Julian asks as he spreads his napkin in his lap.
Picking up my fork, I say, "What is there to tell? Don’t worry, guys. It was all business. Ivy is a professional."
"Are you calling her a whore?" Grant’s silverware clatters to his plate.
I roll my eyes as I attempt to disarm him. "Of course not," I dismiss. "I mean, she was very much aware that we were just... doing what we were asked to do. It’s not like there was any... emotion involved."
"There wasn’t?" Adrian sounds surprised. "With you?"
"What’s that supposed to mean?" I ask him, no longer interested in my food.
"Nothing," he assures me, "it’s just... you’re kind of an emotional guy by nature, Chase. You wear your heart on your sleeve."
"That’s not true," I argue, and the other two laugh and nod in agreement with Adrian.
"Well, it doesn’t matter," I tell them. "What’s done is done, and now it’s everyone else’s turn." I force a smile to my face, but I’m sure it looks like a grimace.
"Well, I would thank you for passing the baton," Grant begins, picking his fork back up, "but I wouldn’t want anyone to be confused about which one of you I’m planning to sleep with tonight. I’ll take the gorgeous blonde girl, thank you very much."
That got another laugh out of the others, and I chuckle a bit, too, just trying to seem normal. He wouldn’t have to worry about touching my baton. That isn’t how I swing.
But then... he will be touching Ivy. Everywhere.
I stab a glob of eggs and raise them to my mouth, but even though I felt like I was dying of starvation a few minutes ago, now, I don’t know how I’ll manage to choke this down.
"So you’re really not going to tell us anything?" Julian asks.
"Yeah, no pointers at all?" Grant takes a drink of his orange juice. "You don’t know what she likes or doesn’t like?"
"Uh... I’m not sure I really feel comfortable talking to you guys about that sort of thing," I confess. "Just be gentle with her, and it’ll be fine."
Grant smirks at me. "Wait—are you serious? Be gentle. Dude, I’m not sure that’s in my playbook."
I glare at him. "You’d better figure it out, man. She was a virgin up until a few hours ago, remember?"
Adrian jumps in, agreeing with me. "You’ve gotta take it slow, Grant. Don’t be trying any of your weird shit with her. Not right now."
Grant’s eyes bulge. "I don’t know what you mean! Everyone I know likes that kind of stuff in the bedroom. If you’re not using whips and chains, you’re missing out."
"You’ll just have to miss out this time then," Julian tells him as he runs a hand through his red hair, and I think he is probably afraid he might lose his temper. He is a ginger, and when he gets mad, it’s hard for him to hide it.
"Fine! Fine!" Grant says, raising both hands. "I’ll be gentle with her. Jeez. Why don’t you guys keep your dicks out of my bedroom, huh?"
"Ordinarily, I wouldn’t be telling you what to do with your dick," Adrian says, speaking for Julian and me as well. "But that’s our girl you’re talking about." He gestures at all four of us. "She’s not just yours."
"So don’t hurt her!" Julian shouts.
"I won’t!" Grant yells back. "Relax!"