Page 126 of Vicious Is My Throne

He answered by dumping me unceremoniously onto the bed. “What about my skin, wife?” Tavion pulled me up against his chest, Raz crawling between my legs to tug the breeches off, a crooked smile on his face.

“Gods, I’ve wanted to do this for hours.” He pressed his face to the inside of my thigh and took a deep breath, one finger dragging through my wet folds. “Days. You know what I want, Anaria, and you smell so fucking good.”

Tavion slid his fingers beneath my chin and turned my face up to his, his tongue sweeping in, filled with the cold, clean taste of winter. Our mouths moved together, sweetly then urgently, the kiss growing more demanding, Raz’s warm breath dusting the tops of my thighs when he dropped to his knees.

He had me moaning with the first lick of his tongue, one wide, hard swipe that was all business, his lips wrapping around my clit, tongue lashing before he started all over again.

Tavion broke our kiss then stilled against me, chin resting on my shoulder as Raziel lapped my pussy, both of us watching his dark head moving between my pale thighs. I reached out a hand, tangling my fingers into Raz’s silky hair, my hips bucking up to meet his probing tongue.

“Stay still.” Tavion pressed his teeth warningly into the side of my neck. “Stay still and let him taste you. How does he make you feel, Anaria? Are you wet for us?”

“Yes.” The word hissed out of me.

“Yes, what?” Tavion’s teeth sank in deeper, this time with the sharpness of fangs.

“Gods, yes, I’m wet for you.”

“And?” His dominating bite, that pinch of pain, went straight to my clit.

“And I want you to fuck me.”

“All of us?”

“Yes. All of you.” I writhed against Tavion’s hold, against Raz’s hands banded around my thighs, holding me open as he licked my throbbing core, and when his shadows wrapped around my ankles, I gushed into his mouth.

Raz slid a finger into my backside, plunging deep, stars dancing like mad against my eyelids, my moans turning to gasps as he dragged more wetness back there, between my cheeks.

“He’s getting you ready for me, Anaria. Nice and stretched since I’ve never had your tight, little arse before. I’m going to claim you so hard you are going to scream my name until your throat is raw.”

“Yes,” I panted. “Gods, yes, that’s what I want.”

Both of them. I was about to have both of them inside me, moving. Claiming.

“Oh gods.” I twisted and bucked as Raz worked another finger inside, scissoring them before adding a third. I was so damn aroused I couldn’t stop moving, my body seeking some kind of satisfaction.

Raziel growled against me, his tongue swiping up through my pussy one last time, deliberately slow as I watched, Tavion’s teeth pinning me in place. But I knew my mate was watching too, his heart racing as fast as mine.

“You are going to ride Raziel. Once you’ve worked that big cock of his inside you, I’m going to take your arse. Tristan gets your mouth, princess, and I expect you to put that tongue to good use.”

Eyes half closed, I licked my lips, lost in his wicked words, in the scene he painted in my head. My body was one big knot of achy need, throbbing for them to fill me up.

Raz rose up before us, dropped his trousers, kicked them away, and laid on his back, Tavion finally letting me go. Tristan moved closer, his chest heaving as he watched us.

“Straddle him, princess. I want to hear you moan when you take him.” Tavion nudged me across the bed. My movements were sloppy in my desperation to scramble on top of him, my core aching to be filled.

I was astride Raz in a heartbeat, fingers circling the base of his cock to position him against my entrance, soaking his crown in my juices before I sank down, so, so slowly impaling myself on his thick length.

“Gods.” I tossed my head at the invasion, at the fullness. “Gods, you feel so good, Raz.”

“Fuck, Anaria.” Raz arched against the bed, eyes pinned on my face. “You are so tight.”

I took him in deeper, moaning at the size of him, curling my palms against his pecs as I took him inside me in one long, smooth slide. I wiggled my hips when he was fully seated, and he groaned, digging his fingers into my hips.

Tavion rose up behind me, dragged his cock through my wetness, then splayed his hand between my shoulder blades and gently pressed me down onto Raz’s chest. “Deep breath, love. I’ll go slow.”

He pressed in, massaging my clit as he took me, balancing pleasure with pain.

I whimpered, savoring the stretch, the fullness of holding them both inside me at the same time. Little by little Tavion thrust his cock into me, my gasps turning to moans, and then I was trying to press back, to take more of him, only to be held firmly in place by Raz’s arm tightening around my lower back.

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