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“The fuck you will.” Sebian’s lips brushed over my temple, making me aware of how he’d knelt beside me, one hand stroking my cheek, the other gliding along my waist. “I won’t let him hurt you, sweetheart. At least not too much.” His shoulder shifted as he reached around me, fingers swirling through the mess between my legs. Then Sebian brought it to his mouth, grinning at the generous glisten that clung to his knuckles. “Better have a taste of you before he adds his own to it.”
Malyr’s fingers dug into my hips, tugging, lifting my ass higher. His blunt crown probed my entrance, teasing it, lubricating itself on my wet lust. Until it pushed forward, straining—
“She’s fertile,” Sebian said, making me lift my head to look at him as he ran his tongue up along his finger. “So fucking ripe, it has my mouth watering at her sweetness.”
What.
Malyr’s hips locked in place at the sound of his frustrated groan. “Tell me you’re jesting.”
“We have to be careful.” Sebian stroked his fingertip over my lips, painting them with my arousal. “Or there’ll be a little prince or princess in the cradle ten months from now, and we can both scratch our heads while we try to puzzle out whose child it is.”
He. Could. Taste. It.
My pulse stalled in shock, only to return faster in pure excitement. Thank their goddess for handsome and charming pathfinders. This was my chance!
I glanced back at Malyr, who was barring his teeth as if biting back a hundred curses. His chest heaved faster the tighter he curled his stiff fingers into the flesh of my hips, as if he couldn’t decide if he should pull me onto his cock or shove me into the grass.
Before he would decide on the latter, I pushed myself back. I gyrated my hips, ignoring the stretching demand of his crown, focusing instead on the way Malyr groaned once more, on how his hips jerked in little pulsations.
That was promising.
Sebian chuckled. “She’s eager tonight.”
“Not so much eager as she is cunning.”Slap.Red, hot heat rippled across my rear at Malyr’s swat, all pressure disappearing around my entrance. “My future wife doesn’t trust me, you see. She thinks I will break our betrothal the moment she gives us Marla. What better way to secure her success than have my heir in her belly?”
Heat itched along my earlobes. Oh, for fuck’s sake, could I ever be a step ahead of him?
“Is that true, sweetheart? You want a baby?” Sebian crooned, thumbing my cheek with one hand while he palmed his crotch with the other. “You want Malyr to load you up with his cum? Put his child in your belly, hmm?”
The only sound I managed to produce was a huff.
“What did I tell you the day you woke, hmm?” Malyr’s weight pressed down on my back as he hunched over me, fisting my hair and pulling my head back until his breath brushed along my ear. “I may just spill my seed where it cannot grow, and take you…” A finger swiped up along my drenched cunt, slathering the wetness across my puckered hole, circling, drumming, dipping in. “Right here.”
I sucked in a gasp and clenched my ass. “No, please.”
“Shh,” Sebian hushed, cupping my chin and turning my head until my gaze met his. “Relax. The more you fight it, the more it’ll hurt.”
“Fight it, little dove.” Malyr pressed his crown against my darkest hole, his whisper hot against the side of my head. “Isn’t that what you asked for? For me to hurt you? To show you my worst?” He pushed his hips forward, forcing his cock past the searing, stinging muscle and into me to the sound of his drawn-out groan. “Little white dove, you wouldn’t survive my worst.”
I sucked in little gulps of air, panting through the aching pressure as he pushed deeper. “Try me!”
He stroked two fingers into my mouth and hooked them behind my bottom molars, pulling my head back by it just as he gave another sharp thrust that made me yelp. “There we go. Sing for me, pretty bird.”
“You two are unbelievable…” Sebian pressed his forehead against mine and stroked his fingertips into my hair. “Sweetheart, listen to me, because his fucking eyes just turned pitch-black. Are you listening, hm?”
My lips quivered over another gasp. “Yes.”
“This is what you’re going to do.” Another gentle caress of his fingers before he whispered, “You’re going to shut that fucking provocative mouth of yours and take Malyr’s cock up your ass like a good girl, or I swear I’m going to stuff it with my cock.”
My hackles rose.
I hissed at him around Malyr’s fingers. Which immediately earned me a little slap from them before they slipped from my cheek to my throat, letting ice-cold, shadowy tendrils whip at my jaw, my chin, bottom lip.
Sebian smirked. “Begging for attention again, are we?”
When he opened his breeches, took his cock out, and knelt before me, Malyr yanked on my throat until my outstretched arms braced the ground. “Show Sebian what I taught you.”
The moment my lips parted to spew an insult, Malyr slapped my ass, which dislodged another yelp from my lungs. But it never made it past my throat.
