Page 109 of The Shadowbound King

“What do you think?” he whispered, reaching around me and cupping my breasts. His hands smoothed over Andrin’s as they took turns teasing and stroking my nipples. “Do you want another cock, love?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my head falling onto his shoulder as I began riding Andrin’s dick. “Please, Rane.”

Andrin’s growl of approval echoed through the quiet chamber. “Come here,” he said, tugging me down. “I want your mouth while he gets your tight little hole ready.”

Palming my head, he stroked his tongue into my mouth as he thrust his hips in a rolling rhythm, pumping his cock into me. A moment later, Rane’s kiss swirled over the most intimate place possible.

I squealed into Andrin’s mouth as forbidden pleasure swept me in hot, slick waves. No matter how many times we did this, it was always intense. All-consuming and a little shocking.

Rane’s moan vibrated everything between my legs. Fingers splayed over my ass, he pushed my cheeks wide and tongued the tight entrance to my body.

Dark, sparkling rivers of pleasure flowed from my clit to my breasts, which heaved against Andrin’s chest as he continued his rolling thrusts.

With a final swipe of his tongue between my cheeks, Rane pushed a finger inside me. After a few minutes of teasing, probing strokes, he pulled free and then came back with two fingers slick with oil. He worked them up and down my cleft before pushing back inside, stretching me gently. When I cried out and clenched around him, he bent over me and kissed the pointed tip of my ear.

“Are you ready for me, Mirella love?” he whispered, thrusting his fingers inside me. He slid his free hand under me and swirled slick fingers over my clit and Andrin’s cock.

Andrin and I moaned together. “Yes,” I panted, looking at Rane over my shoulder. “Hurry.”

Mischief and lust danced in his eyes. “Who am I to disobey an order from my queen?” Swiping moisture from my pussy, he smeared it between my cheeks, then notched his cock against my asshole.

Andrin slowed his thrusts, and his gaze was tender as he rubbed a thumb over my bottom lip. “You’re so gorgeous, Mirella. Breathe, sweetheart. Let Rane in.”

Squeezing my hips, Rane pressed forward, filling my ass. He’d prepared me with exquisite skill, and the burn faded swiftly, replaced with a swollen, aching pleasure. The men shuddered, their deep moans lifting around the bed.

“So…fucking…tight,” Andrin rasped. “Fuck, I never get tired of this.”

Rane smoothed a hand down my spine. “You all right, sweetheart?”

“Gods, yes,” I gasped, rocking my hips. “Fuck me.” I wasdonewaiting.

The command earned me two throaty masculine growls. Then Andrin and Rane began to move.

They coordinated their thrusts, Andrin rolling his hips in a slow, deep glide while Rane stroked in and out of my ass. Their hands were everywhere, caressing my hips and breasts. Tickling down my ribs and dipping between my legs to tease my clit. Hot mouths sucked at my neck and nipples. Their cocks slid over each other inside me, the pressure between my legs stealing my breath.

“That’s our sweet queen,” Andrin rasped, his eyes two burning blue slits as he thrust harder. “Such a perfect wife, Mirella, taking your husbands’ dicks. Do they feel good? Are they what you wanted?”

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, shuddering between them. Behind me, Rane dug his fingers into my hips as he fucked me faster, his thighs slapping my ass. I jostled between him and Andrin, my breasts bouncing as another orgasm bore down on me.

We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat. The men thrust faster, their cocks plunging in and out of me. Our moans and gasps grew louder, our movements more frantic until we were a feverish tangle of skin and lust.

A wave of blissful heat washed over me. I came on a hoarse cry, my pussy and ass clenching.

“Fuck!” Rane bellowed behind me. His fingers bit into my hips and then his heat filled me. Andrin followed on a roar. The waves continued, starting at the top of my head and rushing tomy toes. I sobbed through it, my body tossed again and again onto the shore.

When the storm subsided, I sprawled over Andrin’s chest, his skin hot and damp under my cheek. Rane pulled gently from my ass, then helped Andrin rearrange me so I nestled between them. We lay that way for a moment, catching our breath as leaves tumbled past the windows.

Rane rolled to face me, his purple eyes dark and sated as he brushed my sweaty hair from my forehead. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Lucky,” I said, fingering a strand of his black hair. “I’m glad you kidnapped me.”

His eyes twinkled. “I’m glad you stabbed me.”

Andrin rose onto his elbow, his lips curving as he stroked a fingertip over my sigils. “Rane and I are the lucky ones, love.” With a finger on my chin, he guided my mouth to his. “You tamed two fools and saved a kingdom, Mirella Verdalis. Queen of Autumn, High Priestess of the Autumn Court, Lady of the Embervale, and Keeper of the Kree.” Just before he kissed me, his whisper caressed my lips.

“Queen of Hearts.”