Page 94 of Vicious Is My Throne

I smiled. Licked my lips.

Every muscle in his body tightened and a thrill sped through me.

Raz might control my body. I might be on my knees, held captive by his shadows, but I controlled him right back.

This was real power. Potent, intoxicating power. “What do you want, Raziel?” His shadows tugged my head further back, the bed sinking as Tristan settled behind me, lightly running his fingers down my sides and along my curves in long, featherlight strokes.

“You know what I want,” he grit out, powerful, rope-like muscles cording along his neck.

“Say it.” My grin felt dangerous as I so easily reversed our roles. “Use your words and tell me what you want, Raziel.”

Tavion chuckled and the air in the room just…stopped, waiting for what came next.

Raz’s shadows released me enough to turn my head toward my idiotic husband.

“Since you can’t follow instructions, husband, you’ll sit by the fire and watch until you learn to play nice,” I commanded, preening internally when Tavion did just that, dropping into the chair, one leg slung over the arm, his cock on full display before Raz closed the distance between us and all I saw was him.

“You asked what I want?” His gaze burned with flickers of heat. “Open that wicked mouth of yours, Anaria, and suck my cock.”

Tristan settled behind me, trailing soft kisses between my shoulders, working his way down to the base of my spine, his finger sliding along the inside of my thigh, slipping through my slick folds. I tried to push back onto those probing digits, but Raz stopped me, and I hissed in frustration.

“You’ll get what you need when you open those sweet lips for me, princess.” He brushed his crown over my mouth, leaving a smear of musky salt behind. I licked it off with one sweep of my tongue, and he pushed inside the same time Tristan pressed his fingers in deep.

I moaned around Raz’s girth, intensely aroused by the delicious sensation of having them both inside me at the same time, Tristan’s clever fingers finding my clit and pressing down hard on the tender nub before he plunged his fingers back into me.

I arched backward, hips grinding against his hand, wanting more.

I wanted them to set me on fire.

I wanted them to burn with me until we were piles of ash.

Then Tristan replaced his fingers with his mouth, tongue lapping, probing through my folds with immaculate precision, his thumb never stopping its aching slow circles, my clit so swollen every touch made me writhe.

Raziel’s shadows slipped out of my hair, replaced by his fingers winding in tight before he fisted a handful and held me steady, pushing his cock in deeper, my lips parting around him to accommodate his swelling girth. He pumped in and out of my mouth, sweat trickling between his pecks and following the line of dark hair leading to where my lips surrounded him, his eyes riveted on me like he couldn’t look away.

Tristan plunged three fingers into me, thick and deep, wetness gushing, then laved his tongue up and down as if he were starving, letting out a deep purr of approval. “She needs your cock, Trist,” Raziel ground out through clamped lips, his eyes wild. “Don’t leave our queen wanting.”

Raz pulled out enough for me to swirl my tongue around his crown. “I’m going to fuck those sweet, plush lips. You are going to take every inch of what I give you while Tristan fucks that tight pussy of yours. And when you come, princess…” His voice was little more than a rasp. “We will pump you full until you are covered in our scents. And you are going to love every fucking second.”

I was glad of Raz’s shadows, because without them holding me up, I would have collapsed beneath those wicked words, beneath the mountain of lust crashing down over me.

Tristan took me in one hard thrust, hard enough to shove me onto Raz’s cock, something I wondered if they’d planned because they gave me a minute for my throat to adjust to the sheer size of Raz, for my channel to tighten around Tristan’s throbbing length.

Those immovable shadows held me wide open, helpless, Raz’s cock hitting the back of my throat with every brutal stroke, Tristan angling to hit a spot deep inside me like lightning striking the same place over and over again.

A storm was building inside me, unstoppable, inevitable, waiting to crash down and erase everything in this world except for this perfect, shimmering connection between the three of us. That tightness beneath my heart ratcheted down and down and down until I swore I could feel their emotions, the tingling at the base of Tristan’s spine, Raz’s heart burning as my lips slid up and down along his cock.

“I see you, Anaria.” Raz’s palm cupped my chin tenderly. “I see everything.”

When Tristan’s hand slipped beneath me and his fingers found my clit, my orgasm hit me with all the intensity of that pent-up storm, Tristan’s deep thrusts growing sloppy and wild, Raziel’s eyes still locked with mine as I shattered into a million brilliant pieces.

My orgasm spilled outward like rays from the sun, fragmented, brutal, ecstasy turning to bursting pressure as I broke and broke and broke against them, as they wrung every drop of pleasure from me until my body was limp.

With a wild shout, Tristan followed, fingers dug deep into my thighs as he exploded, Raz spilling down my throat, making his promise true.

I did love every second.

My body was still trembling with aftershocks when Tavion shoved Tristan out of the way and came behind me, brushing his flattened palm down my sweat-slicked back, bending forward to sink his teeth into my shoulder.

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