Page 158 of Prize for the King
“I feel your piercings. Fuck, so good. Caliane? Are you well?”
“Oh, don’t make me say this! I’ll tell you if something’s wrong.”
Khay thrusts back in, and Magnar hisses from pleasure.
“Don’t make you say what, pet?”
“That I love it,” I gasp when Khay pulls back again, every inch taking effort, my body refusing to let him go.
“It’s good that you love it,” Magnar says, laughing through the strain as he slides another inch deeper. “You’re a filthy girl that loves being stuffed full, aren’t you?”
I cry out when he thrusts in again, and Khay moans deeply, his chest heaving at the back of my head. Magnar grunts and flexes his hips the final time, burying himself in me, and I lose my breath. For a horrifying, wondrous moment, it feels like I can’t breathe, like they are too deep, squeezing my lungs.
But as Magnar once said, he’ll never be deep enough to affect my breathing. My men shift and move, their hands caressing me and finding each other in the dark, and I gasp in deep lungfuls of air, my body bursting at the seams.
“Fuck, what now?” Khay asks, laughing recklessly. “I don’t think we can both move. You go first for a while, then me?”
Magnar grunts and lifts my thigh, repositioning me, and Khay follows, adapting seamlessly. When Magnar moves, I teeter on the edge of an orgasm already, his knob pressing in so much harder in the tightness. I sob and whimper, clawing at him until I’m sure my nails break skin, and he moans, deep and low, while Khay curses softly behind me.
“Fuck. I feel you in her. You’re so fucking hard. Oh, Magnar.”
Magnar pauses with a soft, inquiring sound, and Khay whispers another curse. My husband thrusts, settling as deep inside me as he can. Oh, I burst. I ache. And I almost come, only he stops.
“Do you want me to ignore it, Khay?”
My knight groans reluctantly, pressing himself to me as close as he can. “No. Maybe. Fuck, I don’t know where it came from.”
A little imp pops up in my mind, whispering that I should do something to get my men moving so I can come. Magnar hums in thought, hesitating, and I smile into his chest.
“You don’t know where it came from, Khay? Maybe from the same place as you telling me Magnar’s beautiful that first night?”
Khay hisses like an angry snake, and Magnar chuckles, reaching over me. He clasps Khay’s shoulder.
“You always have my back.”
Khay releases a frustrated breath and moves with long, measured thrusts. I moan in satisfaction as the imp in my head celebrates while my knight grunts through gritted teeth.
“It’s an innocent fucking crush, and I’ve had it since I was sixteen. Not even a crush. Just—admiration. Before today, I never even thought about you like this, and I’ve seen you naked plenty of times. Never got hard for you, not once.”
He sounds angry and frustrated, and I blink in the dark, my lips falling open in a gasp. Magnar’s silent until Khay stills with a heavy sigh.
“Fine. Forget it. I’m just fucked up. I don’t even like you like this, so I don’t know! It’s all because of Caliane.”
Magnar snorts. “Calm down. So you think I’m hot. Many people do, you’re not alone.”
“You’re a dick.”
“Mhm. Stop pouting and fuck our girl, cause it feels good when you do. I wish I could kiss you, Caliane.”
“Kiss Khay,” the imp says through my mouth.
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All three of us cry out when the two hefty cocks buried within me jolt. For a moment, there’s only the sound of our interwoven breaths, rapid and gasping, and then, Magnar hums thoughtfully, which makes Khay jolt again, not as hard.
“You mean to tell me I get to be inside my wife and kiss at the same time?”
“You don’t hate it,” Khay says with shock in his voice. “Why don’t you hate it?”
