Page 137 of Three Dark Kings and the Gilded Serpent

A heat that…damn…builds right up again.

With a desperate moan, I push on Antony’s chest. “Down,” I gasp. “I need to ride you.”

For a second, I think he’s going to tease me and make me wait, but my sobbing breaths make his eyes widen.

He drops to his back on the snow-covered floor, pulling me down with him. Quickly straddling him, I position myself at the tip of his cock and drive myself down onto him, crying through the desperate need pulsing deep in my core.

His groans make me wild as he grips my hips and thrusts up in time with my movements.

Pushing myself faster and harder, I seek the release I need, a deep, desperate desire that overrides every rational thought and every boundary I ever placed around my body.

“Stellen,” I cry, leaning low over Antony’s chest. “I have another place you can fuck me.”

His quiet footfalls crunch through the snow before he drops to a crouch beside me, his hand gliding to the back of my neck, his cold thumb caressing my cheek.

His voice is gentle. Controlled. “No, Thyra. Without the right oils, that would hurt you.” His voice becomes intense. “I will never put sex above your wellbeing.”

“Then, please.” I rear upright as I continue to drive myself down onto Antony’s length and he pulls me hard against himself. “Come in my mouth?”

“That, I will do.”

Pulling off his pants, Stellen plants his feet on either side of Antony’s torso. Antony doesn’t seem to mind, stretching his arms out, his palms now playing across my breasts.

I pull Stellen’s cock into my mouth, my hands free to hold on to his thighs as I drag in his icy taste, my eyes raised to his.

I’m surprised by how easy it is to time my movements, plunging onto Antony as I draw away from Stellen’s cock, driving back onto Stellen’s length as I lift off Antony’s hardness.

Impossibly, my heart calms and my senses expand, every droplet of water sharp in my vision, every snowflake perfectly cold as my knees dig into the snow, my silver armor humming and sparkling as it circles us. The intense drag of Antony’s thumbs across my breasts, the tight grip of Stellen’s hand in my hair, the shimmering gold of the Dragonstone Blade at the corner of my eye…

And a ripple of indefinable darkness at my back.

A shiver tears through me and finally…

Finally…

An orgasm breaks deep within me, shattering through my pelvis, my stomach, down my legs and up through my chest, a physical force striking through my heart more powerfully than I ever thought possible.

Long, long moments extend within my mind.

I’m conscious of Stellen jerking into my mouth and, a heartbeat later, lifting me off Antony just before Antony shudders beneath me, his hand now on his cock and some sort of silent communication happening between him and Stellen.

A moment later, Stellen pulls me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest, my head nestled in the crook of his neck.

The quiet, urgent murmurs between him and Antony wash across me.

“Towels,” Stellen says.

“I’ll warm them between my hands.”

Antony’s on his feet, hurriedly pulling on his pants, and then Stellen’s carrying me into the barracks, laying me down on the bed while my armor sways in the air behind him.

Antony quickly appears, rubbing wet towels between his palms and handing them one at a time to Stellen, who draws them first across my face and neck, then gently down my chest, discarding the first towel before using the second to clean my thighs, and a third to gently wipe between my legs, swiping front to back, and only once, before he grabs a fresh towel.

“Beds,” Antony says, disappearing back into the bathing room, returning with the ruby circlet.

My body could be floating, suspended; I’d fear I was about to drift away if it weren’t for Stellen’s hands acting as an anchor, keeping me present and with him.

Feeling finally returns to my limbs, although my other senses are still in overdrive, every clanking sound sharp in my hearing as Antony pushes a second bed alongside the one on which I’m lying and disappears beneath them.