Magnar huffs with amusement. “We’re rubbing dicks. What’s a kiss? It doesn’t have to mean anything, Khay. We’re already pretty damn close, aren’t we? Show me a stronger bond between men than the one between king and his knight.”
“How about those monks in Tanvaria who fuck each other?” Khay says with a snort.
“Ah, but do you want me to fuck you?” Magnar’s voice turns silky and sly, and I shiver, squeezing them both with an involuntary spasm.
Khay’s voice is sober and certain. “No. Never. No offense.”
“And do you want me to kiss you? I’d like to.”
Khay’s breath hitches, but he says nothing. The silence stretches, and Magnar strokes my side, then pulls my leg up to hook it aroundhis hip.
“Yeah,” Khay says at last, thrusting deeper when Magnar’s rearrangement of me makes him slip partly out. “And youarefucking filthy to suggest this, Caliane. I love you.”
“Then make me come. Please. Both of you.”
Magnar laughs darkly, reaching toward Khay’s face above me. “You heard your queen. She wants to come.”
“Both at once?”
“I don’t see why not. She’s used to us by now. Come here, Khay.”
When they both move, I cry out with aching bliss. I am full, full, full, their hips pressing me from both sides, hands reaching for my thigh and breast, hooking under my knee to keep me spread open. Above my head, there are faint kissing sounds, soft at first.
I imagine they must start hesitantly, just lips against lips, no tongue. I’m squished between them, their heartbeats rampant, and they rock slowly, Khay’s hand sliding from my breast to Magnar’s side, then to me again, Magnar’s hips stuttering as he sighs.
Khay moans, his thrusts growing faster, hand reaching high up. I know what’s happening. The kiss has deepened, their tongues fighting, and Khay fists his hand in Magnar’s silky hair. My husband grunts, pulling back.
“Fuck. Love this. Darling? You close?”
I moan in reply, and he speeds up, his knob teasing me until a constant, high-pitched whine pours out of my throat. They kiss again, both grunting and moaning in pleasure, and Magnar’s hand is on my buttock, keeping me spread open for Khay.
Finally, the pressure breaks. I grow still and silent, my body rigid as I surge to my peak, waves of bliss careening down my spine. They cry out, both as one, breaths harsh. When I come to, dizzy and weak, they both pulse inside me, and I feel it all, two cocks spending into me at the same time.
Magnar shifts forward, the sound of a tender, chaste kiss making me smile. Khay exhales shakily, his arm around me and Magnar relaxing. We lie together and breathe, slowly calming. Magnar strokes my hip.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I slur, on the verge of falling asleep. “You’re so warm. Need you both.”
“Then you’ll be doubly fucked again, pet. You sure you can handle it?” Magnar asks, sounding so pleased and smug that my heart swells with joy.
“Mhm. Please.”
“Sweet dreams, my lady,” Khay whispers, pressing me and Magnar closer with his arm.
I wake on the cusp of morning, thin, gray light streaming in through uncovered windows. My men are awake, their hips rocking slowly. I twist my neck and look toward the headboard, sighing with awe when I see them.
Their eyes are closed, faces peaceful, their lips locked together. Magnar is angled slightly above Khay, controlling the kiss, and Khay receives him eagerly, his jaw working, plush lips dark and blue. Magnar pulls back a little, kisses his chin and the corner of his mouth, and goes back for more with a pleased sigh.
Inside me, heat builds. Khay grunts, his hand sliding out from Magnar’s hair and onto my shoulder, then to my breast. He tweaks my nipple, his eyes still closed, and I moan, trying to move my hips as they warm with need. I can’t, though. Two long cocks buried deep immobilize me, my movements subject to theirs.
Magnar smiles against Khay’s lips and pulls away, looking down.
“Good morning, love. Still feeling all right?”
I moan in confirmation, and Khay looks down, too, his face dazed and happy. “Best sex of my life,” he says with a sigh. “We’ll have to do it again.”
“We’re not done yet.” Magnar pulls back and thrusts hard, jolting us both. I grab onto his side and gasp when my gaze follows my hand. He has long, bloody scratches all along his ribs and waist. There’s dried blood under my nails.Oh, gods.
Khay laughs when he follows my line of sight. “Kitten has no claws, but she can scratch. We fucked her good, man. Oh, to think the sweet Farneer princess is taking two Agnidari cocks in this castle. That’s a proper conquest, better than all your others.”
