Page 135 of Three Dark Kings and the Gilded Serpent

I try to breathe through my desire, which Antony only makes harder when his fingertips graze lightly up and down across my nipples while Stellen cups my breasts.

I finally manage to form a coherent thought, looking up at Stellen. “Do you remember when we were beside the bath?”

His lazy smile tells me he remembers very well the way I’d stretched out, bent over beside the bath, my hands gripping its edge, and how he’d pressed up behind me.

“I remember,” he says. “But I have a question for Antony.” His firm tone makes Antony still, the tension of his thumbs on my nipples nearly driving me crazy. “Can you have children?”

“Vampyrs don’t have children.”

“But can you?”

Antony takes a moment while I fight the need to grind myself against his hands. “Since drinking Thyra’s blood, I’m not sure.”

“Then we don’t take any chances. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

Stellen wastes no time, a seductive note landing in my ears, coaxing my legs apart.

I let out a groan of relief when the ribbon resumes gliding across my clit and thighs and Antony bends his head to my breast, his warm mouth closing over me.

“Fast or slow, Thyra?” Stellen asks.

I’m out of my mind. His question triggers an instant response in my body, a fresh wave of wetness soaking between my legs, a readiness that leaves me fearless and wanting. “Now.”

My command is like cracking ice.

Stellen’s hands whip from beneath my breasts, one landing on my back, his other curling around my hip. He pulls me backward, away from Antony, whose tongue glides off my breast in a flick, a wicked smile on his face.

My knees slide through the snow for two seconds before Stellen bends me at the hips and pushes me forward onto all fours into the space he created.

My armor is already parted, my body completely exposed.

Antony watches me with a hunger that sends a thrill to my core, his dark gaze devouring my naked curves.

A whisper of material tells me Stellen has shoved down his pants.

The tip of his icy cock presses to my opening, reminding me how thrillingly cold he is.

I brace for the first thrust, knowing he’s capable of incredible control, even though I’m recklessly hoping he’ll use none of it.

A moan surges through me as Stellen drives his cock, long and hard, into me, my wetness easing the way as he crashes against my deepest depth, setting my most sensitive core on fire.

Intense pleasure spirals out from my pelvis through my stomach, my thighs, my whole being, the pleasure extending as he withdraws slowly, a long pulling out.

I claw my fingers into the snow, moaning and bracing as he thrusts into me again, my cry rising around me. At the same time, the ribbon ceases its wider slide around my thighs, stopping on my clit, where it rubs gently back and forth.

A deep, animalistic instinct keeps my focus on Antony, my gaze drinking in his tight jaw, the jagged hair falling across his needy eyes, and the dangerously extended tips of his fangs.

Stellen’s next thrust comes faster.

His strong hands on my hips keep me steady, ensuring I don’t slip across the snow under the force of his movement, every thrust sending chilling pleasure through me.

My lips part as my focus stays on Antony, my words barely intelligible. “I want you in my mouth.”

He jerks forward, wrenching his pants to his thighs, the damp material sticking as he drops back to his knees. Gripping my shoulders and supporting me to keep my head raised, he guides his cock between my lips.

I take him in as far as I can, the first time I’ve tasted him, my head swimming with the brutal tang of death and life.