Page 165 of Merciless Is My Crown

Zor tasted of thunder and power and cloves, his tongue sliding silkily against mine, the cords of his powerful neck moving and flexing beneath my fingers. So much strength, so much anger, so much rage.

He was, after all, the god of war, and I couldn’t wait for him to leave me in ruins.

Then Raziel moved under me, lifting my legs over his shoulders, one hand cupping my arse, the other spreading me wide for the first lick of his tongue. And that first lick sent a shiver straight through me, especially paired with his pleased hum at finding me so wet.

“Look at you.” Tavion stroked my breast, then his mouth was fixed on my nipple, tugging and teasing and flicking that tight nub with his tongue, biting with his teeth, soothing with soft lips. His other hand slid down, opening me wider for Raz, who flattened his tongue against my tender, swollen flesh, my bones aching at how slowly he dragged it up through my folds, that humming purr vibrating against me.

“Does that feel good, wife?” Tavion’s tone was pure, dominant male, but the words, the fact he was willing to share me so willingly sent goosebumps springing up all over me. I didn’t know why this secret, illicit thrill went through me, but then he pushed, “Answer me. Don’t leave poor Raz waiting.”

Zor broke our kiss, his smile twisting into something deliciously wicked. “Answer your husband, princess. Tell him if you feel good, or if we should do a better job at pleasing you.”

“Yes. Good. Amazing.” My flushed body was heavy, blood thundering through my veins, my pussy, my nipples. My skin was too tight with their hands and lips everywhere leaving wet, molten trails. They made carnal male sounds, greedy and hungry and demanding.

We were still playing and I was already close, a wave of fire crackling deep inside me just waiting for the right spark to make me explode. It was so fucking close, but I needed more than fingers and tongues. More than soft brushes of their lips.

I needed hard male flesh.

I writhed like a goddess on that bed of soft moss in that secret glade. Writhed between the males I loved until the air smelled of sex and crushed leaves, until I thought I would explode, the sunlight dancing patterns on the backs of my eyelids, everything slipping away except the sheer perfection of this moment.

“Tavion. Our queen is ready.”

I blinked my way out of my hazy stupor. That was Raziel.

“She’s ready for you. Wet. Fucking swollen.” I looked between my legs and Raz had rocked back on his heels, the same dazed look on his face that I probably had on mine, his lips wet from my juices, his pupils huge. He unwrapped himself from my legs, pressed a gentle kiss to each knee, then shuffled back, his erection tenting the front of his trousers before he ripped them off.

I couldn’t help it; I licked my lips and smiled when he groaned. “Fuck, Anaria, you’re driving me mad.” His swollen cock was red, veins throbbing along the hard length, and I could not wait to feel him inside me or taste him.

Or both.

Then Tavion caged me between his powerful arms, blocking out the trees, the forest, wrapping me with the scent of icy windswept mountains and pine sap. He didn’t smile when he dragged the head of his cock through my folds. There was a flash of dark, feral brightness in his eyes when he paused then drove himself into me in one thrust.

I purred when he curled his hips against mine, dragging his cock along my tight walls. “Are you okay? Is this okay?” There was enough of an undercurrent of doubt I reached up, dragging my fingers down his face.

“Yes, husband. This is what I want. All of you. Together.”

I knew Raz and Zor watched, barely breathing. Knew exactly where they were—Raz to my right, Zor to my left stroking his cock, gaze pinned on me—like we were all intrinsically bound together on some deeper level.

And somewhere far off, beyond Raz, beyond the trees, was Tristan.

Not here with us.

Tavion pulled back then speared into me again, dropping his head to taste my lips, wet and parted. “My wife. Mine.” There was enough of a wolfish snarl to the claim, I knew they were only partially his.

“Yours, husband.” I tilted my hips up to take more of him, his eyes darkening with sensual promise, his body trembling as he withdrew then slid back in, my eyelids fluttering at the invasion. “Please. More.”

“You feel like silk on my cock, Anaria.”

“And you fill me up so perfectly. But I need more.”

Tavion kissed the end of my nose. “Then you shall have more, my queen.” He pulled out so suddenly my core ached with emptiness, but then rolled and dragged me back on top of him, split my thighs, and was inside me again, deeper this time, his blunt tip pressing against my womb.

“Gods.” I threw my head back, bracing my hands on his chest as I adjusted to the delicious change in pressure. “That’s…” I gave my hips an experimental swirl. “That feels so good.”

I crooked my finger at Zor. “Come here. I want to taste you.” I don’t know if the magic in the forest was feeding my wildness, but out here I felt unfettered, wanton, like nothing was holding me back.

He stepped closer, winding my hair around his hand until it pulled tight against my scalp. “I’ve been wanting to do this all fucking day. Fantasizing about your hair wrapped around my fist, those wet lips around my cock.”

“Then do it.” I grinned in a dare and moaned when he pushed in, salty and musky and powerful as he took my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, swirling his thumb against my cheek when I swallowed, just before he pulled out then fed himself into me again, making me take every glorious inch.

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