Page 157 of Prize for the King
“I don’t know,” I whisper honestly. “But I want to try and see.”
Khay jerks inside me, his body reacting with obvious appreciation. Magnar presses one more kiss into my lips and undresses in the dark, clothes and sheets rustling. When he settles in front of me again, he’s naked from the waist down, still wearing the soft shirt he puts on for bed on cold nights.
“Ready?” Khay asks, lifting my top leg. “Come in, brother. It’s a party for three.”
I shiver, waiting, while Magnar positions himself, closer and closeruntil his tip nudges my entrance. We both hiss, Khay and me, and I know Khay feels him, too. Judging by the way he swells harder, he’s definitely enjoying it.
“Slowly,” Magnar whispers shakily. “Fuck, love. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Tell me if it hurts, if you want to stop, anything.”
I clutch his side as he pushes in. There’s a moment of resistance, and I fear it won’t happen, after all, Khay’s girth taking up too much space. But Magnar’s slick at the tip and so hard, his cock forges a stubborn way into me. When he slides in, I cry out instantly, and Khay pants over my head, moaning out Agnidari curses, or maybe blessings.
“Deeper,” I moan. “The crown… Too wide… You have to…”
Magnar obeys, giving me another inch until the wide head presses past my opening. It’s still unbearable, everything between my legs impossibly swollen and stretched, stuffed beyond comprehension. Magnar stops, heaving in large breaths, and Khay flexes his hips until we all jolt together.
“This is unbearably good,” Magnar bites out through clenched teeth. “Caliane? You all right?”
“I don’t know,” I sob. “It’s too much. Doesn’t hurt. Just… So full.”
“But full is good, isn’t it?” Khay says, voice breathy. “Fuck, I feel you inside her. Come a bit deeper.”
Magnar grips my hip and moves with effort. I moan through it, digging my nails into his flesh. He stops with a shaky exhale.
“I have to force it. No good. She can’t take it.”
“Force it if you must,” I grit out, surprising myself. “Please. Deeper. I need you.”
Gods, they both throb within me and I feel every pulse, every twitch, their heat, and mind-blowing weight. Magnar isn’t even halfway in. My mouth goes slack as I try to imagine what it will feel like when he penetrates me all the way, his knob teasing me withevery thrust.
“Hear that?” Khay asks. “Force it. Come on. Make your wife take it, Magnar. I’m already all the way inside her.”
My husband growls, reaching out to grasp Khay, who swears. “Careful, Khay. I can see well enough to find your jugular.”
“Empty threats. Come on, fuck your wife. She needs you.”
Their fighting makes me slicken with more lust, and when Magnar forces another inch into me, it’s a bit easier. He breathes fast in excitement, and I reach down between us to see how much there is still to go.
“Fuck! You have to warn me, pet.”
I slide my fingers up his shaft and comb through the coarse hair curling around the root. I wrap my hand around him and tug him closer. Magnar gasps, then laughs so loudly, both me and Khay startle.
“Naughty pet,” he says. “But you’ll take it how I give it—slowly. I need my wife to be well even if that means I won’t get to fuck her.”
Khay snorts. “You’ll just wait your turn like a gentleman if this doesn’t work out. Come on. Give us some more. I’m dying over here from staying still and waiting for you.”
I shiver, and Magnar grunts. Khay’s words are seemingly innocent, but they make it explicitly obvious they are both in it, inme, together. It’s not just me with two lovers. It’s three of us, together.
Giveussome more.
Oh, illicit, devious men. My insides clench with that realization, and they both curse. Magnar pushes deeper, and I cry out, my belly enormously full, my flesh stretched to the limit.
“I’ll take a break,” he says. “Try to move if you’re so impatient, Khay. Let’s see if you can. Slow and easy.”
“Oh, I’m easy,” Khay says with a low laugh, gripping my buttock.
He pulls back, and I almost expire on thespot, the friction overwhelming, horrible, perfect. Magnar grits out something intelligible, his cock jerking inside me, and Khay’s breath hitches.
“Damn. I won’t last long. I never thought I’d say this, but it’s too tight.”
