Page 136 of Three Dark Kings and the Gilded Serpent

He’s far more careful with me than I expected, letting me set the rhythm, allowing me to run my tongue over his hard length, not forcing himself down my throat, but it’s clear to me it’s taking all of his control to hold back. His hands grip my shoulders, his fingernails sharpening and threatening to break my skin and I… Don’t. Fucking. Care.

If I was mindless before, now I’m lost.

My hair falls to the side of my face, swaying in time to our movements. My Lethian armor lifts off me with every hard thrust into my core, every deep slide into my mouth, every moaning breath I take, the silver threads vibrating as they rise up from my body and form a sash winding between and around us, a binding.

I need this unbreakable connection, this furious passion that bonds us together, and I never want it to end. I never want it to break.

Harder and faster, Stellen drives into me. Harder, I bury my hands in the snow and I draw Antony deeper into my mouth, my whimpers growing and my need so intense that my vision blurs.

Antony breaks his silence with a groan. “You’re everything to me, Thyra.”

I didn’t think the pleasure spiking through me could grow more intense, but a fresh burst of heat explodes across my clit and along my deepest core.

“You’re my heart and my life, Thyra,” Stellen says, adding to Antony’s declaration.

My entire body trembles with the intense pleasure and, as if my precipice has tipped Antony over the edge, he comes in my mouth, his hips jerking, his final thrust deeper than before.

I swallow down and that’s all I can manage before my orgasm crashes across me, a shattering wave seizing control of me, lifting my consciousness beyond me.

Antony withdraws and not a moment too soon.

I scream out my release, letting go of all my pent-up emotions, all the pain and fear and loss, crying through the intense waves that strip away my doubts and fears.

My body shudders through the ripples of pleasure that keep coming as Stellen continues to glide out and in. Slowing and easing me back to reality, even as I tremble through the aftereffects.

This heart in my chest is both torn apart and mended. I’m shivering with extended pleasure, and my arms and legs are wobbling, but I’m also aware that Stellen won’t come inside me.

My command to him is guttural. “Come between my thighs.”

He moves fast, circling an arm around my waist, pulling me up to my feet, drawing the ribbon swiftly away from my clit and letting it drop to the snow.

Now that I’m in a standing position, my wetness runs all the way down between my thighs, making my skin slick. Still standing behind me but bending his knees a little, Stellen positions his cock between my thighs and pushes my legs together over his length.

His ragged breathing tells me he’s unlocked his control, but he doesn’t take any chances with me, pushing down, fully between my legs and away from my core. His tight hold on my hips keeps me steady through his thrusts, which I’d give anything to have pounding inside me, his unrestrained groans triggering a new need in me.

Opposite me, Antony leans back on his heels where he has remained on his knees, his dark gaze raised to mine, his focus shifting all the way up to my lips. He rises to his feet, dispensing with his pants as he prowls toward me in time to my needy breaths.

He lifts his thumb to my lower lip, where my tongue darts out, sweeping up the final droplets of his cum.

His eyes darken and his cock hardens again, his desire sending a new shiver to my stomach and reigniting the ache in my now-sensitive core.

“Do you want more?” he asks me.

“I don’t think I’ll ever have enough,” I moan, my body defying any kind of boundary as I reach back, wrapping my hands around the sides of Stellen’s hips, my palms grazing his skin.

Antony’s lips nudge mine before his hand slides down between my legs, gliding along my clit, making me jolt. My sharp movement draws me away from Stellen, but my rocking motion drives me right back onto him.

“Fuck, Thyra,” Stellen rasps. “Do that again.”

I can’t not.

I sway against Antony’s hand, harder when he adjusts his position to hook two fingers inside me and curl them toward the front of my pelvis, the pads of his fingertips finding and rubbing the most sensitive spot within me.

Another crash builds. This orgasm comes even faster than the first, my senses driven high by Stellen’s groans and Antony’s demanding kisses.

I cry out, my core tightening around Antony’s hand, ripples of pleasure throbbing through me.

I’m fully aware that my cry triggers Stellen to shudder hard between my legs, his cold cum sliding down my thighs, easing the heat within my body.