Page 92 of Merciless Is My Crown

I caught him and pulled him to me, kissing that smile right off his face. Kissing him until I couldn’t breathe and didn’t want to. Zor was at my back, two sets of roving hands holding me in place, two pairs of lips devouring, tongues lashing, and the teeth…fuck, Zor’s teeth clamped down on my shoulder in such a powerful show of domination I moaned straight into Raziel’s mouth.

This.

Them.

Not thinking just…feeling.

Raz lifted and moved underneath me, all thick churning muscle and straining hardness as he split my thighs and spread me over his cock. I sank onto him with a ragged growl, never breaking our kiss, my wet pussy sliding down and down and down, stretching around him in the most delicious way, wiggling my hips until he was fully seated inside me.

Only then did I pull my mouth away, leaving his lips wet and open, his eyes hooded and feral when I rose up above him. He reached for my breasts, and I gripped his wrists, pushing them deep into the pillows and pinning him down.

Ridiculous, given he was ten times stronger than me, but then a little sound slipped between Raz’s lips. A ragged moan that sent pleasure shivering through me, dark and dominating and a little bit wicked.

I lifted my hips then slammed back down. Hard. Possessively.

As if I could claim him the same way these males had claimed me.

“Fuck…” Raziel stared at me like a male possessed. “Again. Do that again.”

“You like it when I’m on top?” I asked, trying to decipher this new power dynamic.

“I like it when you’re in charge.” He thrust his hips and drove so deep he bottomed out, both of us groaning as I breathed through my nose, my channel locking down around his glorious length. “You’re so fucking tight. Like heated silk against my cock. It’s all I can do not to come right now, to fill you up, Anaria.”

“Wait,” I murmured. “Wait until I say you can come.”

I pushed up, almost to the tip, then slid back down, savoring how perfectly he fit inside, the glorious way his chest heaved, and the sweat that slicked his wrists as I held him in place.

Zor’s face was open and raw, one hand stroking his hard length as he watched us move, his fist moving in time with my hips, mouth parted as he panted.

“Fuck. You look like a goddess.” Zor’s voice was ragged, “A fucking goddess.”

My aching breasts tightened, my nipples painfully hard, my hips churning as Raz gripped them.

“I want to see you, Anaria. Straighten your back,” Zor commanded. I pushed up and Raz hit me deeper at this angle, stretching me in ways he hadn’t before. “That’s it. Does his cock feel good inside you?” Zor’s dark eyes skated down my body, pausing on my breasts, so I reached up, palming one, twisting my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Zor’s groan was agonizing, guttural, needy. His hand stroked faster, a pearly bead of precum gathering at his tip. I licked my lips and he threw his head back. “Fuck. Fuck, you are killing me.”

I just grinned and dragged a hand slowly back down my body. “Wait your turn, General. I want you unleashed, so…” I was drunk on control, and my smile turned evil. “You will wait your turn like a good boy.”

I didn’t know why I said it, grinding on Raziel like a wanton, but then Raz’s fingers dented my hips, and he bucked up, hard. My gasp tore out of my mouth, along with a fast, hard shock of pleasure as Raziel and Zorander watched me with hooded eyes that burned so hot they branded me.

I rode Raziel until beads of moisture trickled down to the small of my back, until my thighs shook from the effort of churning over him, circling my hips because that’s what he liked best going by his breathless grunts, and because he felt so fucking good inside me.

Raz trembled with the effort to hold himself back, as if my words were the only thing preventing him from exploding and filling me with hot spurts of seed.

Or rolling me over onto my belly and pinning me down like I had him pinned, then turning himself loose.

My skin tightened at the thought, my orgasm surging through me with such force the crash left oblivion in its wake. My pussy clenched around his cock, tightening and fluttering as if this wave would never end. As if I could continue this mind-blowing pleasure by sheer will alone. Raziel worked one hand free, rubbing his thumb over my clit, and I cried out his name, “Raz, Raz, Raz,” while everything disappeared into the roaring climax.

Then I was curled on his chest, hands like limp birds folded beneath him, wetness slicking where we were joined.

Zorander raised his head, the pulse pounding at the base of his throat. “Fuck.”

I breathed out a sigh at that word.

At the sheer amount of breathless want it contained.

Without a word, Raziel moved me off him and laid me belly down on the bed, arranging me—I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted—legs spread, arms over my head. Then he lifted my hips so my knees fell into place.

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