Page 19 of On Brutal Thrones

Talon catches me around the waist and stumbles backward, taking me with him. I let out a startled laugh as the backs of his legs hit the bed and we tumble onto the mattress together, bouncing hard enough that the old frame gives an alarming creak.

We both freeze.

Talon glances at the bed and then back at me. “Well, that would be an embarrassing way to die in the Trials.”

Another laugh escapes me, but it fades when I realize how close we are. His arm is still wrapped around my waist, and the teasing in his expression softens as his eyes search mine.

I lean down and kiss him.

This one is slower. Talon rolls us gently onto our sides, sliding an arm beneath my head as his mouth leaves mine and trails along my jaw. Fenric settles near my feet, one hand coming to rest against my leg, while Thorian moves onto the bed behind me, his warmth pressing close without either of them rushing me.

Talon’s lips reach the sensitive skin beneath my ear, and I shiver when the faint points of his fangs graze my neck.

“May I?” he murmurs against my pulse.

I’m already nodding before he finishes the question. “Does it feel good for you?”

He laughs softly, his breath warm against my skin. “What kind of question is that?”

“A reasonable one.”

“Of course it does, sweetheart.” His lips brush my neck again. “Why do you think I keep wanting to do it?”

I smile, but then another thought occurs to me. “And it’ll feel good for me?”

Talon lifts his head enough to look at me, one eyebrow rising. “You don’t remember?”

My face heats.

His smile turns wicked. “Oh, you remember.”

“Shut up.”

“There she is.”

I push at his shoulder, but he only laughs and lowers his mouth to my neck again. The humor fades when his lips settle over my pulse, and his arm tightens gently around me.

Then he sinks his teeth into me.

The first touch of Talon's fangs is sharp. Then heat. So much heat it blots out everything else.

My back arches off the mattress, a sound tearing from my throat that doesn't sound like me. It’s high and broken and desperate. It's not pain. God, it's not pain. It's liquid warmth flooding down my neck, spreading through my chest, pooling between my thighs. My pussy clenches on nothing. Already wet. Already aching.

Talon nurses at my neck, rhythmic pulls that sync with my hammering heart. His hand knots in my hair, tilting my head where he wants it. I'm rocking my hips before I realize I'm doing it, grinding against empty air, seeking friction that isn't there.

Fenric shifts closer. I drag my eyes open. I don’t even remember when I closed them, and find him watching me. Devouring me. The hunger in his gaze should scare me. It doesn't.

They strip me so fast I forget to be shy. Or maybe that's just what they do to me. Three men who want to spend their lives with me. Who look at me like I'm the only thing in the world worth seeing.

Thorian stands naked at the side of the bed. One hand is wrapped around his cock. He’s stroking slowly, lazily, like he has all the time in the world.

My mouth goes dry.

He's massive. Thick and heavy, the head flushed and glistening. Veins trace the length, and even in his loose grip I can see the girth. My pussy flutters at the sight… nerves tangled with a hotter, hungrier need to know how he'll feel splitting me open.

"We're going to get you good and ready." Thorian's voice rumbles like distant thunder. "Spread her wider."

I can't look away from his hand. The sweet, lazy movement. The thought of him watching me, getting off on watching me.