Page 163 of Vicious Is My Throne

To stop. To go faster.

Gods, I didn’t know what I wanted, only that I had to break the coiling pressure building inside me. Either that or I was going to scream.

Zor replaced his tongue with his fingers, Tristan working my clit with brutal, hard strokes until I was dizzy.

They overwhelmed me in the best way, and I’d been anticipating this for hours, riding such a needy edge that their warm, wet mouths and musky scents tipped me over the brink.

“Come for us, princess,” Zor ordered, and I twisted, arching my back against the plush mattress. “Give it to us, Anaria. Give us your pleasure. We want to hear you.”

My head whipped back and forth—the only part of me I could move—and I imploded in a knot of writhing pleasure, drowning in sensation, lost beneath the surface of rational thought. Bliss. This was pure bliss, floating outside my boneless body.

“That’s it, love, ride it out.”

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, princess. So fucking beautiful.”

This was so new it felt dangerous.

So intense it might destroy me.

Decadently wicked, my hands straining to break Raz’s bonds. I wanted to touch them, to sink my nails—my teeth—into them. I wanted to claim them, in body and soul.

In this world and the next.

But by the time the orgasm was done with me, I was wrung out, floating.

I was putty as they moved me how they wanted me, then I was astride Tristan, Zorander behind me pumping his finger—then two fingers—into my arse, winding my hair around his fist. Raziel was in front of me, eyes glimmering with banked fire, stroking his cock until moisture beaded on the tip.

Someone lifted me then slid me down onto Tristan, my hands braced on his chest, my thumb stroking over that dark, gnarled mark on his chest. I dropped my head as he sank in deeper and deeper, only stopping when my womb rested against his blunt crown.

“Take a breath, princess.” Zor wound my hair tighter, pulling my head back so my mouth was perfectly positioned for Raz to plunder. “I’m going to take you. Make you mine in the best way possible.”

“Gods, yes.” My teeth sank into my bottom lip as Zor’s hips thrust forward, claiming me ruthlessly as if I were an army to be conquered, my body spasming around him, around Tristan’s cock, my hands sliding through the sweat pooling on his chest.

“You can take more,” Zor hissed, pulling out and slamming in again. “You were fucking made for us, princess. For all of us.”

This was so intense I fought to stay focused, every stroke inside me coaxing another ripple of carnal pleasure, another ribbon of molten ecstasy.

I opened my mouth to moan and Raz pushed inside, coating my mouth with his salty musk. “Gods, look at you. Taking my cock so sweetly. You are so beautiful, princess. So fucking beautiful.”

“You are ours.” Zor pressed in deep, wrapping his hand around my throat, his fingers gently digging into my tendons as he held me still. “Ours to protect. Ours to love. Ours to cherish.”

The words rolled through me on the tip of another orgasm, my pussy pulsing around Tristan, his groans in time with Zor’s hips slapping against me, with Raz pumping in and out of my mouth.

I was missing something…something wasn’t quite…

I whimpered, and Tavion answered. “I’m right here, mate. Right beside you. Hang on.”

He picked up my hand, wrapped it around his thick, hard cock, then began stroking, up and down his massive length. Steely velvet rubbed against my palm, slick with his seed, and I fell into rapturous oblivion, careening down and down and down.

The spot beneath my heart expanded, the pressure almost painful. I gasped around Raz, clamped down around Tristan, and they both shouted out their release, Raziel spilling down my throat, Tristan shuddering beneath me.

Zor and Tavion followed us over the brink, and while I was too far gone to hear their words, I felt every tiny detail as if I was inside their heads.

Their balls tightened, the base of their spines tingled in anticipation, that final hot, aching explosion. The haze of white eclipsing their vision as they spilled and spilled and spilled until they thought they’d never stop.

That building, crushing pressure inside me detonated like an imploding star, a wave of pure power rippling through the room—through them—spreading like a cataclysmic energy surge that crushed everything in its path.

That climax reordered my magic, tendrils of lightning creasing over us, down my arms, into their marks like we were a storm made flesh. I felt reborn.

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