Page 74 of Merciless Is My Crown

I tried moving closer to Raz, but he just chuckled, winding his hand tighter into my hair and holding me in place while he devoured my mouth with the same seeking hunger as Tavion, a thorough invasion from both of them that spun me into a hot, aching spiral.

Every muscle in my body tightened then shattered, turning to liquid as the climax swept through me, leaving nothing in its wake except gasping breath and trembling legs and arms. Tavion never stopped, lapping up every last drop as if he couldn’t get enough.

Raz stretched out beside me, one hand slipping beneath me to cup my breast, to roll my tight nipple between his fingers. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, slipping his tongue between my open lips before pulling away, giving my bottom lip one final tug between his teeth.

I was still rocked by aftershocks when Tavion mounted me, notched the head of his cock into my entrance, and took me. A brutal claiming, one hand on the back of my neck, holding me in place as he thrust forward in one hard stroke, Raziel’s dark eyes never leaving my face.

“That’s it. You are so fucking tight, Anaria. So fucking tight, like you were made for me.”

I managed a glance backward…and all the air went out of me.

Tavion’s hair hid his shadowed expression, but those green eyes burned with silver fire, his face a series of harsh, unforgiving lines, the muscles of his neck and shoulders standing out in sharp relief as he moved, powerful and merciless.

He pounded into me, his hips slapping against my arse without an ounce of restraint, and gods…I loved that he’d completely lost control.

That Tavion Montgomery—the cold, unfeeling shifter without a heart—had no control at all when he was with me.

And the feel of him inside me was exquisite.

That constant drag of his hard flesh inside me kept the orgasm from fading completely, his fingers reaching down to rub my clit, my inner walls fluttering along the length of his cock. Demanding little cries came from my mouth, even with my face buried in the pillow.

I cracked open one eye.

Raziel stared at us, mesmerized, hands twisting the sheets, pupils blown wide, his magic cloaking the room in a spill of blue-black shadow like he’d created our own, private space.

And I liked that, too.

“I want to taste you.” I ran my tongue along my lips, absolutely starving for him.

Raziel groaned, tossed the sheets to the side, and pulled me back up to my elbows. Then he pushed his cock between my wet lips, sliding deeper and deeper until he hit the back of my throat. Strong fingers twisted into my hair, but his other hand was gentle as he cupped my chin, holding me in place as he fucked my mouth, staring down at me adoringly.

Between them, he and Tavion found a rhythm, and I closed my eyes, letting myself drown in sensation, in the pure carnal pleasure of their moans, the drag of their flesh inside me. Every stroke brought me closer to another orgasm. One that would splinter me apart, down to my very soul.

On some higher level, I sensed the twin shadows of their pleasure twining with mine—Tavion’s touched with his wolf’s wildness, Raziel’s tinged with protective gentleness. Two sides of a coin. I didn’t understand how I could feel something so ephemeral, only that…we were connected now, deeper than ever before.

That solidifying bond gave this moment an emotional depth that cracked my heart wide open seconds before we all pitched over the edge together, as if the universe itself fractured apart from sheer joy.

All I could do was surrender.

Surrender to the impossibility of us being swept away together, of this astonishing gift the magic had given us. This bond that went deeper than flesh, deeper than magic, fusing our very souls together.

Raziel spilled down my throat and I swallowed and swallowed, not able to taste him fast enough, Tavion roaring as he filled me up with warm spurts.

I wanted more.

More of them inside me. I wanted us to meld together until we were one, until nothing could split us apart. Those thoughts tangled together into a snarl of helpless joy, my body quivering uncontrollably as I fell apart, drowning in this wave of burning pleasure until finally, everything went quiet.

“Gods.” Tavion gently eased me over onto my side, his eyes wide as he ran his hands over me as if checking to make sure I wasn’t hurt. “Gods, that was…” he said wonderingly.

“What was that?” He and Raziel held each other’s stare for a heartbeat too long, and fear curdled my stomach. “Like…I felt your emotions like they were my own.”

“I…yes, I did.” Raz’s lips clamped together. “I’ve never experienced anything so…intense before.”

With a shuddering breath, Tavion dipped his head, his hair hiding his face. “I…I didn’t mean for that to be so…rough. I lost control. It won’t?—”

“I’m stopping you right there.” I sat up and wrapped my arms around Tavion, nudged my face beneath his chin, and pressed my lips to the pulse racing in the hollow of his throat. “I loved every second of what we just did. That…you were exactly what I needed. I’m not breakable, and I love it when the two of you use me like that.”

I took a second, reaching for the right words. “After…everything that’s happened, sometimes I want to let go, I have to let go, when the pressure gets to be too much. I don’t want control. I want to give control away.”

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