Page 20 of On Brutal Thrones

My nipples tighten to hard points. I want to touch them. I want his mouth on them. I want everything.

Fenric's palms settle over my knees, slide down the inside of my thighs, pushing them apart, and I burn. Just from that. Just from his skin on mine.

"Nyx." Fenric's voice is rough. "I want to… fuck…are you comfortable with that?"

“He wants to taste you.” Thorian. Always cutting through the hesitation.

Fenric’s hands settle on my knees, and he gently parts my legs, his gaze lifting to mine as though he’s still waiting for permission.

“I do,” he chokes out. “I want to taste you. I’d fucking love to taste you.”

"Do you want him to fuck you with his tongue?" Thorian's eyes are wild. Commanding. He likes this, I realize. Likes making me say it.

I look from him to Fenric. Nod. Gasp. Can't form words.

Fenric hesitates, presses kisses to my knees, my shins. Thorian groans, the sound tortured, ragged, and reaches over, grasps my knees, and pulls them open wide.

Cool air hits my wet folds. The sensation of being bared, exposed, sends a shiver through me. When Fenric looks down at the center of me, I know that look.

Starvation.

He lowers his head. Touches his tongue to my opening. Then my clit.

I jolt and cry out. The sound echoes in the small cabin, raw and unpracticed.

Fenric doesn't hesitate. He dives in, tongue sweeping through my folds in broad, desperate strokes like a dying man given water. The wet sounds should embarrass me. They don't. I can't think past the heat of his mouth, the precision of his tongue circling my clit, the way he groans against me like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.

"Oh god," I whimper. "Oh god, Fenric⁠—"

Thorian's free hand pins my hip. His other keeps stroking, slow and relentless. Talon's mouth works at my neck, sucking, licking, while his hand drifts to my chest. He pinches my nipple, hard, and I buck against Fenric's mouth. The pain blends into pleasure so seamlessly I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

Fenric reaches up, pins my other hip. Holds me still. I'm shaking, legs trembling, climbing so fast it terrifies me.

"Don't run from it." Thorian's command cuts through the haze. His eyes gleam with dark satisfaction, the demi-god watching his men worship me. "Let him make you come."

"Come here," I gasp. The words surprise me. "Thorian, come here⁠—"

Talon lifts his mouth from my neck, licks the wound once, then drops his head to my breast. His tongue swirls around my nipple, hot and wet, and I lose track of whose mouth is where. Fenric's tongue thrusts into my pussy, fucking me with it, then returns to my clit, sucking hard.

"Please," I beg. I don't know what I'm begging for. More. Everything. "Please, please⁠—"

Fenric sucks my clit into his mouth and I shatter.

The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, my back bowing, a scream ripping from my throat. It's too much and not enough, my hips bucking against Fenric's face as he keeps licking, keeps sucking, drawing it out until I'm sobbing his name.

"Come here," Thorian repeats, voice fiery, eyes teasing. "Where would you like me?"

I reach for him and wrap my hand around his cock. It’s so thick my fingers don't meet. I pull him toward my mouth. He groans, long and low, as I part my lips and take him in.

Velvet and salt. Firm yet yielding. I have no idea what I'm doing but instinct guides me, my tongue tracing the ridge beneath the head, hollowing my cheeks to suck. Fenric slips a finger inside me, curling, thrusting, and I moan around Thorian's length. The vibration makes him swear, his hand settling on my crown, hips thrusting gentle and deep.

"Fuck," Thorian grunts. "Fuck, Nyx, your mouth⁠—"

I match my tongue to Fenric's rhythm, sucking and licking and taking Thorian deeper. The taste of him, musky, male, Thorian, sends fresh wetness flooding between my legs. I'm climbing again, impossibly, Fenric's fingers curling against that spot inside me, his mouth relentless on my clit, Talon's tongue hot on my breast.

I come with Thorian's cock in my mouth, my scream vibrating around him, my pussy clamping on Fenric's fingers. The waves are violent, unyielding, and I barely realize how hard I'm sucking, how deep I'm taking him, how my fist grips his base.

Before I can make him come too, he winds his hands in my hair and pulls me off. His cock pops free, glistening, twitching against his stomach.