Page 93 of Merciless Is My Crown

His seed dripped out of me, coating the insides of my thighs.

A mess. I was a fucking mess, and I really should…

“Fucking beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” Zorander’s deliciously rough hands smoothed over the curve of my arse, up over my back, fingers tracing the mark along my side before one hand cupped the back of my neck, fingers digging in.

A firm, gentle warning not to move.

I closed my eyes and sighed, his fingers spreading my folds apart, pushing inside one, then two…then three.

“I can’t be gentle.” Zor’s thick, guttural voice broke on that last word. “I can’t be. I’m sorry.”

I just smiled when he lined himself up and took me.

Eight inches deep in one hard, hungry thrust, his groan one of pain not pleasure, of animal need that had me curling my hands into fists as he pounded into me. Like he couldn’t stop if he wanted to, and I never wanted this to end. For the delicious slide of his powerful body inside mine to continue forever.

Raziel laid beside me, running his hand through my hair and taking my mouth in a kiss that stole my last rational thought.

He plundered my mouth with the same purpose Zorander plundered my pussy; two powerful, possessive males determined to own every last piece of me.

And I wanted to give them everything.

Every last part down to my very soul, and I knew they’d do the same for me.

Raziel’s kiss grew softer as if he’d heard my thoughts, his thumb brushing my cheek, and I opened my eyes, looking at him through a haze of tears and pleasure, his features outlined by the dying fire as if they were rimmed in gold.

Zorander cursed, fucking me harder and gripping my hips with vicious desperation. The very same frantic wildness I experienced every time I looked at them wondering if this was the last time we’d be like this. Together.

Loving each other.

No, deeper than love. We were forged to each other now, like metal melted into a single bladed weapon, fused together so tightly we’d never be undone by anything except the fire hot enough to melt us back down.

“Anaria,” Zorander hissed, one hand plunging into the mattress beside me as he bowed over me. “Oh gods, oh gods, Anaria.”

He went over the edge with my name on his lips and I went with him, falling and falling like two stones, plummeting down a well that had no bottom, only these endless ripples of pleasure and shuddering heat.

When it was over, when we lay together, tangled in a mess of sweaty limbs and bodies, when I didn’t quite know where I ended and they began, I squeezed the tears from my eyes one final time.

Tears because they were mine and I didn’t know how much longer this would last.

Or how I was going to protect them from the dangers ahead.

I would protect them until I couldn’t fucking wield my magic, until I couldn’t draw breath. But survival wasn’t enough. I wanted a future. We deserved a future, godsdamn it, and we wouldn’t have one as long as Gelvira and Corvus existed.

They had to die. We had to figure out how to kill them.

Cosimo could speak and decipher every language ever spoken in this world.

I turned Zorander’s short conversation over in my head for far too long, and the longer I did, the more I swore there was a phantom hand between my shoulders, guiding us away from Solarys and pushing us north.

The second they started snoring, I slipped out of bed, creeping to the top of the staircase, then down to the library where Bella was already perched at the table, books piled in front of her.

“This could take all night,” she pointed out, lighting another torch while I pulled the small, black book over and flipped to the proper pages, dipping the quill.

“I know, but whatever time we have, we have to make the most of.”

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ANARIA

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