Page 95 of Vicious Is My Throne

“I sat like a good boy,” he growled in my ear. “Now I get to play.”

That dark, rumbling edge to Tavion’s voice told me his wolf was taking over, goosebumps shivering across my skin when those blunt teeth turned sharper.

“Take good care of her. I swear to the gods…” Raz warned, and he was rewarded with a biting snarl. I went still, my muscles freezing.

“I’m right here.” Raz kept his shadows locked around my ankles, swiping his thumb over my swollen bottom lip one final time before plunging it into his mouth, the move so decadently sexy I moaned before he stepped away, settling into the chair Tavion had vacated. Tristan took the other chair, both pairs of eyes fixed on me.

“Save that sound for me, Anaria. I’ve waited for this long enough,” Tavion warned, his fingers digging into my skin, something sharp erupting from their tips. “Now that you’re all stretched and ready, I can’t wait for your pussy to milk my cock dry.” He ran his nose up my spine and nuzzled at the base of my neck, sniffing…like he was scenting me.

“Are you…okay?” I bit my lip uncertainly, sucking in a quick breath when fangs closed gently over the base of my neck, a clear warning to stay still, the room sizzling with something wild, something primal.

Tavion seemed to grow larger behind me, but when his massive cock dragged through my folds, I realized that wasn’t my imagination, that he’d transformed. Or partially transformed.

Or transformed just a few certain parts of himself.

“Tavion.” Then his name became a moan of pleasure when he pushed his blunt crown against my entrance, straining to work himself inside, stretching my swollen pussy around him, bigger than any cock I’d ever taken before, bigger than anything I’d ever imagined.

“Gods, you’re so fucking tight, princess. But you can handle me, just relax.”

“I can’t.” I tried to crawl away, tried to retreat from his relentless penetration, but Raz’s shadows held me in place. “You’re too big.”

“You were made for me, Anaria.” When Tavion’s fingers circled my swollen nub and my muscles loosened, he pressed in another inch. Then another.

Pain turned to pleasure turned to aching need, and I was pressing back, trying to work him deeper, whining because I wanted more.

Tavion’s claiming became a molten dance of slow, panting withdrawals and straining advances, my fingers gripping the edge of the bed. Then his fangs closed around the back of my neck again, hot, heaving breaths coasting over my skin with every frantic thrust.

“Halfway there,” he finally grunted, even though I felt like I could burst at any given moment, my slick channel fluttering around the invasion. Yet I was still so empty.

Across from me, Raz watched with the kind of intensity he usually reserved for our enemies, poised to stop this if it became too much.

Or if Tavion went too far.

“I’m fine. Good.” I gasped around the sensations threatening to undo me. Another inch, then another, sweat dripping onto me, pooling in the hollow of my back as Tavion slid deeper, stretching me around his thickness until he finally stopped, his heart hammering against my back.

“Take a breath, love.” He released me, his fingers stroking down my throat, my breasts, teasing, taunting, my skin prickling with need. “Relax, I’m almost all the way inside. Once you take my knot, you’ll have all of me.”

“Wait.” I twisted around to see his face. Couldn’t. “Your what?”

“My knot,” Tavion repeated, and my walls clamped down as he jerked his hips forward and something impossibly big punched into me. I gasped as my body spasmed around the sudden invasion. “That’s it, my love, you’re doing so good,” Tavion praised. “Give yourself a minute to adjust.”

This was so intense, so overwhelming I tried to breathe around this…not pain, not exactly. More like demanding pressure, but then my body softened, all that fullness starting to feel so, so good through my haze of desire.

“Ready, love?” Tavion whispered. “Because I’m about to claim you properly like I’ve been wanting to ever since you called me a walking kitchen sink.”

My lips quirked as Tavion’s powerful thighs pressed against my backside, then he was moving, slamming into me with short, brutal strokes, his knot sliding back and forth inside my channel, my eyes rolling back in my head from the sweet sensation.

His cock drove so deep I groaned, not caring how I sounded or that Raz and Tristan were watching. All I could wrap my head around was Tavion’s wolf claiming me and how much I liked it.

His thrusts turned choppy, his breaths erratic and I knew he was close. I was close, too, but I couldn’t quite get there, couldn’t quite…

“I’ve got you, Anaria.” Raziel pressed his lips to mine, then his thumb strummed across my tender nub. Once. Twice. “You are our everything,” Raz murmured, pressing his thumb down and twisting. “Now let go and take your pleasure like a good girl.”

My climax shook the room, logs spilling from the fireplace, the darkness shattering apart as the wave crashed through me, endless and forever, ripping me apart, putting me back together, and still, neither of them stopped.

I was too tangled in pleasure to escape, too caught in euphoria to climb out. All I could do was let my limp, boneless body be carried along on this endless wave of pleasure, let them feed these sensations until I was begging for them to stop.

Or begging for more, I wasn’t sure.

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