Page 134 of Three Dark Kings and the Gilded Serpent

Thyra

Iaccept my body’s desire and my heart’s unbridled need to connect as I say, “I want every pleasure you can give me.”

Savage green eyes meet mine before Antony claims my mouth, a possessive kiss, while Stellen nudges my earlobe, his whispering hum making my toes curl even harder.

“Will you take your armor off yourself?” he asks. “Or do you want me to make it happen for you?”

At Stellen’s question, Antony breaks our kiss, allowing me to run my tongue through the final salty tears reaching my lips and say, my voice heavy, “I want you to make it happen.”

With a brush of his lips across my earlobe, sending another shot of heat into my core, Stellen runs his free hand down my braid while he hums softly.

The ribbon he gave me responds immediately, slipping neatly out from within my braid and sliding through his fingertips, back toward the base of my neck, where it glides slowly back and forth and progressively lower.

Antony’s hand on my waist becomes a caress while he stays, inches from me, watching the ribbon’s path as it parts my armor first across my collarbone, then the tops of my breasts, his gaze becoming hungrier when the ribbon stops, stretched out across my nipples.

The vibrations within the material are sending me senseless, my nipples hardening and my breath quickening.

“Fuck me,” Antony murmurs before dipping his head, flicking the ribbon out of the way with his tongue and closing his mouth over my breast.

I gasp, then moan as his teeth graze the sensitive nub, his tongue swirling, playing over my skin, both of his hands now at my hips, gripping me tightly.

All while Stellen slides his arm away from around me to knead my back, rubbing my sore muscles before one hand tangles in my now-loose hair and the other plants against the curve of my spine, supporting my arch against Antony’s mouth.

Waves of need and sharp pleasure beat through me, my breathing so rapid that I barely register Stellen’s command at my ear. “Rise up into a kneel, Thyra.”

Antony responds faster than I do, lifting his head from my breasts so he can pull me up from my cocooned position where my legs were tucked to one side.

The moment my knees touch the floor, Stellen drags his hands down my back, across my backside, and down my inner thighs, making me gasp, my core flushing with wetness before he crouches to press his palms to the ground.

His frost power spreads across the wet surface, turning the remaining water to ice while avoiding our bodies. With a gentle thump of his fist, the ice shatters, turning to snow. A softer surface than the hard floor. Antony promptly lifts me onto the snow, the chilled surface a sharp contrast to the heat of his body as he demands my kiss.

Heady sensation intensifies as the ribbon slides from the underside of my breasts, glides down my stomach, and slips toward my pelvis. Between my rapid breathing, my moaning sighs, and the ribbon’s vibrations, my armor separates.

I nearly lose my senses when the ribbon’s soft surface glides across the tip of my clit, a long, gentle swipe before the ribbon continues toward the inside of my right thigh.

Like an infinity loop, the material slides around my leg and back to my nub, a tantalizing contact before it slips toward the back of my left thigh. And circles back again. Across my clit, around each thigh, one after the other.

Stellen’s lips graze my neck as he continues humming the music that guides the ribbon between my sensitive folds. A long, slow press and release, press and release, that drives my need deeper until I’m rocking against Antony’s hard length.

His lips crash to mine, his kiss consuming me as his hands glide possessively to my breasts, his thumbs swirling around my nipples. I rock harder, trying to ease the ache between my legs, a sharpening need while Stellen rubs my back and shoulders and then down, kneading my backside while the ribbon drives me crazy.

And…dammit… Stellen’s song is now a tormenting strain that flushes me with wetness while keeping me on the precipice of a crash that I’m certain won’t happen until one of them is inside me.

Antony breaks his kiss to growl against my lips. “Ask for what you want, Thyra.”

His sudden pause sends my head into a spin—until Stellen wraps his hands around my breasts, pressing up behind me.

“Nothing can tear us away from you,” he whispers. “You can take everything you need.”

“More,” I gasp.

The melody in Stellen’s voice teases the air. “Of what and how? Set the terms, Thyra.”

Deep desire has already flooded my body, more intense when the ribbon stalls against my clit, an unmoving contact driving me senseless.

I have the smallest amount of clarity to recognize that I’m completely uncertain how to make this work. “I’ve never done anything like this. I’m not sure how we…?”

Stellen’s murmur is soothing. “This is a first for me too. Tell us what you want. We’ll make it work.”