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Something nudged between my legs, rubbing over my moist entrance and teasing me into desperation.

“Do you want Tannin to fuck you, Princess?” Jax asked darkly.

“Yes, yes!” I whimpered. If that’s what was going to make this incredible ache go away, it was exactly what I wanted.

Jax nodded to Tannin behind me, and slowly, Tannin pressed his cock into me. Inch by slow inch, he penetrated my body, stretching and filling me until he was buried fully inside.

The sensation was mind-blowing in the extreme, but almost too much. I felt so full and achy in a new sort of way, and prayed they knew how to make it better.

Then Tannin gradually pulled out then thrust back in, forcing a groan from my lips as his dick hit my pleasure center deep in my core. He repeated this over and over, falling into a torturous rhythm that I never wanted to end.

Jax rubbed his shaft in front of me, then guided it to my mouth.

“Suck my cock, beautiful,” he commanded in a low growl.

I eagerly parted my lips, and he shoved his dick into my mouth, the thrusting of his hips mimicking the same pace as Tannin’s behind me. Together, they were conquering my body in every way imaginable and it was incredible.

It was too much and yet not enough. I could hardly stand the pleasure they were giving me, but I never wanted it to stop.

The sounds of their groans amplified my own pleasure, knowing they were drawing as much ecstasy from my body as they were delivering to mine. If it weren’t for Jax’s cock filling my mouth, my moans would surely drown out theirs.

“She’s moaning on my dick,” Jax panted, tangling his fingers into my hair. “Fuck her harder. I want to feel her screams.”

Tannin obeyed his Alpha, thrusting into me harder and faster until I was indeed screaming as Jax had foretold. Pleasure erupted in my core and radiated outward, making me convulse and cry out.

“Oh, gods!” Jax hissed, suddenly yanking his cock from my mouth. He gripped it hard and furiously stroked it as creamy white liquid shot from the tip onto the floor.

His body shuddered in front of me, strained grunts bursting from him until he stopped his frenzied squeezing.

Seconds later, Tannin followed us into bliss, slamming into me one last time and letting out a long, loud moan. His hot seed spilled inside me, his pleasure drawing out the last of my own pulses.

He pulled out of me, then they dragged me up to the head of the bed and snuggled in on either side of me. Our heavy panting formed a chorus as their hands continued to roam my body like a playground.

These men were my mates, my saviors, my monsters. And as sleep crept over me, I knew they would be the ruin of me.

The last princess of Varinya. Mated to two black wolves. Oh, the irony of it all...