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When my limbs trembled and sweat pearled at my nape, Malyr swung at my sore hind once more, then stopped. He hooked a finger under my chin and turned my face toward his. His thumb swiped over a tear on my cheek that must have dislodged when I’d clenched every single muscle I possessed, but Malyr recognized it as that—merely an unavoidable reflex rather than me crying—and disappointedly let my head slump back down.
“I daresay you’re red enough, little dove,” he said. “For now, anyway.”
“Judging by that scent she’s giving off, I tend to agree.” Sebian pushed himself off the desk, hard cock bouncing as he took one step and squatted in front of me, brushing a damp curl from my face. “You done atoning for now, sweetheart, hmm? Are you going to be good?”
I sucked gulps of air through my parched lips, my entire body submerged in fire. “Y-yes.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re going to be so good for us. And what do good girls get?” In one quick move, he rose, plucked me from Malyr’s lap, and draped me over his arms. “They get rewarded.”
Everything happened so fast, my mind spinning as Sebian carried me to the pile of pillows. At the edge of it, he stomped out of his boots, wiggled my shoes off my feet, and stepped inside. He lowered me to sit in a soft, cushiony ocean of black damask and silver embroidery, but its impact with my sore rear ripped a hiss from me, regardless. What was happening?
“Fuck, sweetheart, that scent of yours has been driving me insane. Are you going to let me have a taste of that, hmm?” Sebian removed his cuirass, gaze going to something behind me. “How are they?”
“Restless.” Malyr’s hiss scraped down the length of my spine as he suddenly sat behind me, framing my legs with his much longer ones before he placed his lips by my ear. “No matter how much I hate you, my shadows hate you more. Fight them, and they’ll kill you. It’s not a threat; it’s a warning.”
With his warning came black, icy tendrils that ghosted over my heated flesh, providing unexpected relief from the throbbing beneath my skin. Malyr’s shadows wrapped around my thighs, forcing my legs apart, prying me open.
Unable to force even a croak through my tight, dry throat, I clutched the bunched-up train of my borrowed gown, pushing the fabric down to cover my crotch.
“Fussingboresme,” Malyr ground out as he reached around me, pulling the silk from my fists, once more laying my spread cunt bare for Sebian to stare at where he stood and removed his breeches. “You’re trying to convince me of your willingness, remember?”
Shivering at the taunt in his tone, its malevolent cadence, I sucked in little flat breaths. I’d mentally prepared for all sorts of scenarios before coming here—from betrothal to death and everything in-between. But I hadn’t prepared for Malyr’s shadows to spread me while Sebian dropped his shirt, lowered himself to his stomach between my legs, and placed his mouth—
“Oh gods…” I rasped out, back arching at that lap of Sebian’s tongue over my wet entrance.
His deep, masculine groans hummed against my cunt as his tongue dipped and circled, lapping at me like a starved animal. The urgency of it, the vigor with which his mouth devoured me thickened my blood, turning me heavy until I sank deeper into Malyr’s chest.
Malyr’s fingers climbed to the green bands on my bodice, hooking beneath the loops and pulling with similar urgency as he opened up my dress. “What does she taste like?”
“Sweet. Fuck, she’s so wet, dripping straight into my mouth.” Sebian shifted his lips higher, framing my clit with them before he sucked, sending such wonderful spasms through the hard pebble, and I moaned in pleasure. “That good, sweetheart, hmm? Let me hear it. Come for us, Galantia.”
I gave voice to a whimper when Malyr roughly slid his hand into my bodice. His fingers kneaded my breast, lifting it from its constraints just as his other hand pushed the disabled contraption down. He did the same with the other, both hands reaching around to squeeze and abuse the full flesh.
“Sebian told you to come for us, little dove,” Malyr whispered ever so quietly, pinning my nipples between his fingers until they ached. He rolled them, pulled them to throbbing, teased and tortured another moan from me. “There we go. That’s what my little dove needs, no matter how much she wants to deny it.”
Trapped between Sebian’s wicked mouth and Malyr’s evil torment, my breath turned to panting. My clit throbbed with the mounting need for release, sending little convulsions into the surrounding muscles until everything seemed to twitch.
I dug my fingers into Sebian’s black strands, gripping hard enough that the leather tie holding them back came undone, letting his hair fall free. Gods help me, he was a glorious sight to behold, with the muscles on his back shifting, his firm buttocks tightening as he rolled his hips into the pillows.
“That’s it, sweetheart, come against my mouth,” Sebian groaned. “I want her to make a fucking mess of my face, Malyr. Get her there.”
When Sebian sucked on my clit once more, making my legs stretch and strain against the grip of shadows, Malyr ran his tongue up along the side of my neck. He bit down, clamping my throbbing skin between his teeth.
I cried out in pain, only for the sound to morph into a whimper of overwhelming pleasure. Heat rolled from my core with violent force, fizzling out along my limbs with such intensity, they turned heavy. My vision speckled, my breath caught.
“Such a fucking good girl,” Sebian crooned, moving his lips away from my clit to kiss around my entrance, up along the inside of my thigh, and over my mound. Once my body came down from this high, he sat back on his haunches, seemingly unbothered by the wet sheen spread across his mouth and cheeks, his gaze going to Malyr. “Given how you took her maidenhead, it’s only fair that I get what’s left of it. I want her.”
He wants me.
Words that had once caressed my soul now scared a flicker of wit back into my head. Between the spanking, the orgasm, and the overwhelming presence of these two men, I’d all but forgotten my goal.
I glanced over my shoulder back at Malyr, finding his jaws a hard, unmoving line. “But… but what of the betrothal?”
Sebian groaned. “Please tell me I’m not about to fuck your wife, Malyr.”
“Whyever not?” There was a twitch in one corner of Malyr’s mouth as he brought a finger to the scar on my chest, scraping along the lines with his nail as he lowered his mouth to my ear. “Little white dove, you assured me you would be mine to do with as I please, remember? Mine to break. Mine to hurt. Mine to torment. And mine toshare.” I shivered when the warmth of his mouth disappeared, only to emerge on the other side where he whispered, “What could be more depraved than giving my future wife to my best friend, watching how he makes her moan like a whore?”
Malyr slipped out from behind me, letting my back sink into the cushions the way all my earlier bravado sank into the pit of my stomach. “But—”
