Page 143 of The Reckoning of Starlight

Serenna knelt beside Vesryn’s waist and leaned over him. Her fingers slipped into his hair, nails grazing the shaved curve of his scalp before she brushed her lips across his.

“I promise you’ll enjoy this more than he will,” she murmured.

Fenn snorted. “That’s bold of you to assume.”

Vesryn ignored him, locking an arm around Serenna to haul her closer. Their mouths collided, his tongue sweeping past her teeth. Her breasts pressed to his chest, the sensitive peaks tightening at the rough drag of his skin. She bit his lower lip, and he kissed her harder.

At the edge of her awareness, she sensed Fenn’s fingers curving around Vesryn’s thigh, spreading his legs wider.

Vesryn’s body locked. He tore himself from the kiss and twisted toward Fenn.

“If you bite my cock,” he gritted out, “I’ll cut yours off.”

“Your cock is safe,” Fenn assured him. “From my fangs, anyway.”

Vesryn glared until Serenna swept her thumb along his jaw. His gaze returned to hers, and his grip firmed at her neck, pulling her mouth back to his.

Fenn bit down.

Vesryn arched into her, his hips driving upward as the bite struck through their bond in a blade of cold. One hand knotted in her hair while the other tore a clump of grass free from the earth.

Serenna sensed the venom flood his veins, the chill turning molten as it spread. His length hardened in a swift rush, and his ragged groan broke between their mouths.

His jaw began to unclench. The fingers twisted in her hair loosened as his weight sank into the earth.

“There,” Fenn said as his fangs retracted. “Better?”

Vesryn pulled away from the kiss slowly, his gaze taking a moment to find Fenn. His arm wound around Serenna’s waist, keeping her against him. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself.”

Serenna slid her hand down his chest, the ridges of his abdomen tightening with her touch. Her fingertips traveled the line of his hip to the twin punctures high on his inner thigh, blood still bright at the edges.

She let her touch drift away. Vesryn’s hips followed it, his pursuit tugging a slow smile from her as she wrapped her fingers around the hard weight of him.

He groaned and pressed into her grip, his length pulsing. The fist buried in the torn grass loosened, then both hands seized her hips.

“Come here,” he said, hauling her over him.

Behind her, Fenn rose onto his knees between Vesryn’s spread thighs. One claw closed around Serenna’s hip, higher than the prince’s, his other braced beside Vesryn’s ribs as his chest warmed the length of her spine.

“Lean forward,” he murmured, his fangs grazing the shell of her ear.

Serenna straddled Vesryn and folded over him. Her chest met his, her hips tipping back into Fenn’s hold. Vesryn’s length throbbed where it pressed between their bodies. His fingers flexed at her waist, then dragged her closer as he rolled beneath her, the hard ridge of him sliding over the most sensitive point between her thighs.

Fenn angled her toward him. The broad weight of him crowded her entrance, sending heat down her thighs before he’d even entered her.

“Perfect,” Fenn growled over her shoulder.

Vesryn’s pupils narrowed to draconic slits, black slashes through the jade. He moved beneath her, and Serenna rolled against him, seeking the same friction.

His gaze cut to Fenn. “Give her what she wants.”

Fenn’s hold tightened at her hip as he eased into her, each deliberate inch stretching her around him. His slow advance ground her harder over Vesryn’s rigid length, the twin pressures building low and relentless until her thighs shook.

She reached back and drew Fenn closer. Vesryn swore and surged upward to meet her.

Fenn sank the rest of the way into her, the deep stretch drawing out a moan.

“File my fangs,” he swore, his talons trembling against her hip.