Page 93 of Vicious Is My Throne

“My greedy little princess.” His finger was joined by a second, curling as he stroked deeper. “So fucking empty. Do you want all your holes filled? Do you want us to worship every inch of you until you burst apart?”

“Gods, yes.” I writhed beneath him, trying to find some friction to break this coiling tension, anything to relieve the demanding pressure between my legs. “Raz, please.” His fingers withdrew, leaving my pussy achingly hollow.

“Okay, arseholes. Come in,” Raz called, and for a moment, my lust-addled brain wondered if he was talking to me, but then the door opened and two sets of boots stomped in, Raziel slowly, cruelly torturing my overly sensitive clit.

“Can you take all three of us?” Raz sank his teeth into my throat, harder than I expected, the nip of pain sending an electric jolt straight through me. His other hand came up and cupped my chin, gripping firmly. “Open your eyes and answer me. Are you ready for all three of us? Now is the time to say no.”

My gaze slid toward the fire where Tristan watched raptly. “Tristan? Is this…okay?”

He blinked like he was pulling himself out of an old memory, then his lips curved into a smile, no trace of doubt or hesitation in his eyes. “Yes, princess. This is more than okay. This is what I want.”

I stared up at Raziel. “Then yes, this is what I want too. All of you.”

“We’ll wipe away what’s hurting you here.” Raz pressed his lips over my heart. “We’re not going to be gentle,” he warned softly, still holding my chin firmly.

“But we won’t give you more than you can handle. Whatever you desire is yours, whatever you need you only have to ask for. We exist to serve you.” His eyes locked with mine. “That is our only purpose tonight. Your pleasure.”

Tears built like fire in my throat, but I swallowed them back down, chest howling like my heart was being crushed inside a vise of everything that had been denied me my entire life.

Until now.

Now, for the first time, I was being offered all the love and respect and loyalty that should have been mine from the day I was born. Because I never deserved the ugliness this world gave me. I deserved so much more, and now, finally, I had it.

And in some twisted irony, I realized the truth here, in this castle I despised, while the bones of those who’d oppressed and abused me rotted.

Well, good. Let them rot.

My lips curled into a wicked smile, pure carnal need shivering through me as I crooked my finger at Tristan and Tavion. “Then you’d best get on with it and start serving.”

“Oh, we’ll serve you well, mate,” Tavion crooned, because he had to be an arsehole.

“Careful,” Raz warned, his body tensing over mine, eyes glued on Tavion as the air around us filled with swirls of blue-black magic. I half expected them to snap at Tavion like my darklings would.

“Play nice,” I scolded, brushing my hand down Raz’s back from shoulder to spine, feeling his muscles relax beneath my touch like a wave unfurling over warm sand. “Or you won’t be allowed to play at all. No fighting. No arguing. No power plays in the bedroom.” I laid my palm over the mark I’d put on Raz’s chest, but my eyes fixed on Tavion, that cocky smile sliding off his face when our gazes collided.

“We have to be together in here. In our hearts. Because that’s the only way we stay together.”

Tavion, to my utter shock, dipped his head. “I apologize, Raziel. Old habits die hard. That won’t happen again.” His hand paused on the waistband of his trousers, as if waiting for my command to continue undressing or leave.

“That’s good enough for me,” Raz decided, dragging his teeth down my throat, his shadows settling over us like a blanket of shimmering darkness. They curled around my ankles and wrists, tugging them apart as Raz’s smile widened.

“Because I want nothing more than to feel your plump, pink lips tighten around my cock while I spill down your throat, princess.” His thumb delved into my mouth, smearing wetness over my bottom lip. “You’ll take every drop I give you, won’t you, Anaria?”

“Yes, sir.” I sucked Raz’s thumb into my mouth, swirled my tongue around the tip, and was rewarded when his eyes darkened to black.

Over the sound of the crackling fire, Tristan groaned, clothes and boots and weapons hitting the floor in rapid succession.

“They do sound impatient.” Raz’s lips quirked. “Let’s get you ready for plundering, princess.” He rolled off me and onto his feet in one deft move, leaving me completely exposed, his shadows tracing the insides of my thighs, my breasts, the barely there touch maddeningly insufficient.

“Raziel. What are you planning to…”

Then I was flipped, suspended midair by my ankles and wrists, staring at the bed below me, my hair hanging straight down, my bare arse hanging out for them all to see. “Raziel. Put me down this minute.”

“Your wish is my command.” His rumbling, satisfied chuckle infuriated me and turned me on at the same time.

Cradled in a nest of Raz’s magic, he lowered me to the mattress on all fours, his shadows tugging my ankles wider, my elbows balanced on the edge of the bed facing the fireplace before they threaded themselves through my hair and tugged my head back.

Then all I saw was Raz blocking the fire, golden light gilding every bulging muscle and the divots of his taut stomach, as he stroked his fist up and down his impressive length. He looked like a powerful god, a pearl of precum gathering at the head of his cock.

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