Eternal Kingdom
Chapter Thirty Four

**1 Month Later** "Dylan!"

"Hey, babe!" Dylan held out his arms for me and I rushed in, the scents of his body wash and cologne filling my nose as I embraced him. "You look great!" He remarked, pulling back and running his eyes down my small frame. I giggled, letting him twirl me. Honestly, he was probably the only man that could get away with being so forward. He had become a great friend in the past year, and I trusted him completely. So did Ly, apparently, because he just sat back and smiled at our reunion.

"Hey, sweetheart, I'm going to take the twins by the guest house." He spoke up once Dylan was out of sight, having taken his luggage upstairs. James was hugging his leg tightly whereas Lilly was squirming restlessly in his arms, attempting to climb his shoulder and tug on his hair. I nodded, giving him and my babies a kiss each.

We had gathered our court for a small conference in Pittsburgh after Brett discovered a breach in our communications network, so everyone was staying on our property. We offered my mom and Anthony a room in our house, but they insisted they and the twins spend the weekend at the guesthouse to give us a 'break', which meant that the only ones staying with us were Dylan and Jesse, with Brett, Cory, and my family on the other side of Lysander's vegetable garden. Dylan bounded back down the stairs with a huge smile, throwing his arm over my shoulder leading me to the living room.

"So how's being engaged to a god?" I laughed, plopping onto the couch, taking him along with me.

"It's great. And I already told you, he's not technically a 'god'." I lifted up my hand, smiling at my ring for the millionth time.

"Come on, don't be so humble. He's intimidating as fuck. I bet he's wild in bed, too." I turned enough to poke him hard in the side, and he flinched, laughing.

"That's not any of your business." I growled playfully.

He had no idea, the leather straps bolted to our bed being just a taste of what that man could do to me. I licked my lips at the countless memories flooding my mind, forgetting for a moment that I was still in the middle of a conversation. Dylan tugged on a lock of my hair, chuckling knowingly.

"Damn, that good? I can hear your blood, babe. Better calm that heart down before loverboy gets the wrong idea." He said with a wink.

Shit.

I swatted at him, pulling myself to stand and brush off my dress. "Behave yourself." I scolded, taking quick steps to the kitchen where Jesse was busy preparing fruit platters for tomorrow morning's meeting.

It was already seven in the evening and our first presentation wasn't until ten the next morning.

"Do you need help?" I offered, making him jump. I always seemed to forget that he was just a human and had no heightened senses. "Shit, sorry." But he just smiled, swiping his hand through the air.

"No problem, Queen." He and his fiance had just been moved into Atlantis and his role of High Priest became one of relaying correspondence between the firsts and us. He loved it, especially since they gave him a room next to their massive library which was naturally stocked full of ancient lore about each of them. "I'm actually just finishing up, then I plan on heading to bed. The time difference is killing me."

"Oh. How's Alex?" I asked, twirling my finger along the pattern of the butcher block where he worked. He raised a brow, meeting my eyes with a grin.

"Are you just trying to avoid Dylan?" I smiled back, biting my cheek.

"That obvious?" He shrugged with a chuckle.

"A little. You don't do small talk unless you're trying to hide from something." His eyes widened as something over my shoulder caught his eye, his face going crimson red.

I grimaced, turning slowly. I knew I would replace Dylan, but I didn't expect to replace him twirling our leather riding crop in his hands. He had a devious smirk on his face, as he brought it to a halt against his palm.

"You left this in your couch." He informed me, but I was too humiliated to move or speak. Of course, he of all fucking people would replace that. At that moment, Lysander entered behind him, glancing down at the crop in his hand then up at me, obviously trying not to laugh.

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"I've been looking for that." He said with a grin, plucking it from Dylan's hands and teleporting it elsewhere, hopefully to our drawer where it belonged. I turned back around, letting my head fall to the counter with a soft thump as my hands sought refuge in my hair. Why did I have to traumatize poor Jesse with my sex life?

I felt Lysander's large hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him, his arms moving to lift me from the counter and into his embrace. I allowed it, burying my face in his chest as he shook with laughter.

"Well, on that weird note, I'll see you guys in the morning. Goodnight Queen, Lord, Dylan." He announced and I heard him leave the kitchen, heading down the hall to where his room was located.

"Goodnight." I mumbled, before leaning back to glare at Ly who was smiling amusedly back at me. I swatted his chest, pushing off of him.

"You don't need to be embarrassed." He cooed, gripping my wrist and pulling me back.

"I'm not." I lied. "I just don't think our Priest needs to know that you whip me."

"Still here, babe."

Damn it!

"You!" I whisper shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Dylan who was still leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms crossed. "You are already in trouble."

He chuckled, pushing off the wood and taking slow steps towards me, undeterred by my glares.

"What're you going to do? Beat me?" He replied suggestively. I gasped, turning to face Lysander who was just grinning down at me with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, waiting to see how I would react. How was he okay with this? I was his betrothed and Dylan was clearly being inappropriate.

"Lysander?" I prompted, but Dylan's unexpected grip on my chin made me gasp. He had one hand in his pocket, the other making sure I kept my focus on him. His eyes were twinkling as they shamelessly took in my exposed skin all the way down to my cleavage.

"He won't be saving you, Queen. He's the one who requested this." His voice was low and sensual, his fingers trailing across my jaw and down my neck, making me shiver.

"W-what?" Lysander's lips pressed against the top of my head.

"I know how naughty you are, sweetheart. You miss it, don't you? Being filled in both holes. Dylan can help you feel that way again. Do you want that?" My heart was beating erratically in my chest, my eyes locked onto Dylan's lidded ones as if under a spell. What the hell is happening?

"I thought you said you wouldn't share." I mumbled, barely audible.

"I'm not. It's a purely sexual agreement, sweetheart. Your heart still belongs to me." He responded, bringing his hand up to rest on my chest, just over where my heart was seconds from combustion.

"You're a Queen. This isn't all that strange." Dylan added with a shrug.

"He's right. There's nothing wrong with it. No need for you to worry, it will stay between us. Just let us please you, my love."

This was such a bizarre conversation to have in the middle of our kitchen, in front of the man that my future husband had recruited to be my temporary lover. It was so taboo, so damn dirty.

I was being cornered with a proposition, one that promised pleasure with no strings attached. When I used to wonder how Dylan was as a lover, I never expected the opportunity to replace out firsthand, but there was something that still wasn't making sense to me.

Why the hell did Ly ask him to do this? Was it just for my pleasure, or did he get pleasure from sharing me in this way, too? He answered my unspoken question by pulling me back against him, nodding to Dylan whose hand trailed south, dipping into the crease in my cleavage to pull down the front of my dress, making me quietly moan. I could hear Ly's breath deepening, and could feel his erection pressing into my back as he held me still. He really wanted this. He wanted to see me filled.

"Say yes, Aria." He whispered into my ear, and with that, I was lost. I said goodbye to all rational thought, surrendering to my lust and curiosity, uttering the one word that would give me and my love the sinful satisfaction we craved. "Yes."