Page 162 of Vicious Is My Throne

Our last night.

Gods, you never thought you’d say those words.

I couldn’t get them out of my head as I surveyed the bedroom of my dreams, the enormous, canopied mattress covered in a midnight-blue velvet coverlet, piled with as-soft-as-a-cloud pillows. The draperies above were dotted with what looked like real diamonds, twinkling like stars in the night sky.

A low fire burned in the hearth, surrounded by comfortable, broken-in leather chairs, more of those soft blankets thrown over the backs. A low table piled with books and a pitcher of water stood between them atop a woolen rug thick enough for me to sink my toes into.

I must really like soft, fluffy things given they were literally everywhere.

“It’s beautiful, Anaria. Perfectly you.” Zorander’s strong hands tightened over my shoulders, massaging my strained muscles.

Tavion, of course, was over by the long table, running his hands over the piles of clothing. Five outfits, each of them tailored for whatever we would face tomorrow. “These are…” His eyes met mine before he quickly looked away. “They’re too much, Anaria.”

“I never thought I’d hear those words come out of your mouth, husband,” I murmured, taking in his quiet pleasure. “Besides, like you always say, there’s no harm in being well dressed for any occasion.”

“I’ve never said that,” Tavion muttered, a blush creeping up his neck.

“No, but you’ve thought it.”

“Anaria…”

“No.” I shook my head. “We’re not doing that tonight.” I slid out from Zorander’s grasp to lead Tristan—lurking in the corner like usual—over to the bed, catching Raz’s hand along the way.

“Tonight is for us. All of us.”

I couldn’t explain this sense of breathless possibility. Fear, yes, for tomorrow’s battle, but there was something more urging me on tonight.

We’d started something the night the four of us had been together, when that place beneath my heart had filled to overflowing. We’d arrived at some momentous discovery…only to fall short.

Because Zor had been missing that night.

But what if we all joined as one?

What then?

“I like how you think, princess.” Tavion tumbled me onto the bed with a chuckle, working my buttons free, his mouth licking a trail straight to my breast, tongue dancing around my taut nipple until I moaned. Zorander peeled my trousers off, kissing both knees before he knelt before me, one hand banding around my ankle to tug my legs wider.

Then…

“Oh gods.” I bucked beneath them, Zor’s tongue probing deep, my muscles clenching around the sudden onslaught, Tristan’s mouth fastening over my tight, swollen bud. Two mouths.

No, three, Tavion’s teeth pinching my nipple.

Three mouths on me. At the same time.

Cool shadows wrapped around my ankles, my wrists, and spread me wide, opening me up so they could taste me, use me for their pleasure. Raz’s mouth captured mine in a ruthless clash of teeth and tongue as I met him stroke for stroke.

Their combined assault was equal parts ecstasy and pure torment and my body responded, waves of goosebumps rising in prickled excitement, my empty, aching core contracting painfully as I writhed between them.

“Please,” I moaned into Raz’s mouth. “I need more than this.”

Zorander never stopped licking, his tongue probing deeper and deeper, curling against my achy, throbbing inner muscles, teasing moan after needy moan from my mouth.

His fingers left my pussy and dragged moisture between my cheeks, his thumb circling my tight entrance before pushing in with the best kind of pressure.

“You’ll get more. Let us play first.” Tristan smoothed his hand down my stomach. “Come in our mouths, Anaria, then you’ll get our cocks. I can’t wait to fuck your tight little pussy.”

I grunted from the wave of need that hit me with those words, every muscle contracting then releasing, Tristan fastening his mouth back over my clit, lashing wickedly with his tongue until I was begging him for more.

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