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The bed began to shake in an unmistakable rhythm, and instantly, she went hot and wet. Why had she been so foolish as to turn to her side? The view she was missing… Ah, but if she rolled over carefully, they might not notice the movement in the tumult. Aside from her own pleasure, she didn’t want to interrupt their moment together.

Beneath the sound of a hissed moan, she slipped silently onto her back, her eyes carefully closed. The rocking didn’t stop, but she waited a moment longer before finally cracking her eyelids open and turning her head slightly. And oh, what a reward. Just an arm’s stretch beside her, Mehl lay on his back, his legs spread for Toren’s taking.

Toren leaned over him, and the muscles on his arms stood out in relief as he braced his hands on each side of their husband’s head. Her gaze trailed down Toren’s chest to where his hips flexed with each thrust, Mehl’s cock trapped between them. Her body went so hot she nearly tossed the bedding away for some slight relief. But no. That would disturb them for sure, and so far, they hadn’t noticed she was awake.

Or so she’d thought. Suddenly, Toren’s eyes met hers, and the passion there brought a gasp to her lips. Mehl stretched out a hand, his fingers linking with hers, as Toren held her gaze with blatant possession. Then he bent down to kiss Mehl, long and hard. Ah! She burned in place for approximately forever before he finally shuddered and both men cried out in release.

Gods. She was panting nearly as hard as they were.

Toren dropped down between them, but he didn’t rest for long. He rolled over, his hand going to her waist. “We didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I would have been sad indeed to have slept through that,” she said between lips gone dry.

Her husband’s smile was easy, but his hands were not as he tore away the bedclothes. Hastily but gently, her gown and underclothes followed until she was spread out bare beneath him. Beside her, Mehl wiped his abdomen clean, then propped himself up on one elbow to watch them. Lazily, he reached out to trace a finger over her breast.

Toren kissed his way down her stomach, lingering a moment where their child grew before continuing on. His breath danced across her mound as he met her eyes over the length of her body. “Finally, it will be Mehl’s turn to have you. But I’ll not deny myself a thorough taste first.”

And gods above, did he keep his word.

* * *

Mehl had only just cleanedthe remnants of his release from his chest, but Toren and Ria had him hard again. Unable to fight the need to touch, he knelt beside them to better reach both. He tweaked Ria’s nipple, then roamed his hand down, his flesh singing from the softness of her skin. Then the taut muscles of Toren’s arm, smooth over hard, as he continued his journey all the way to his husband’s ass.

It fired his blood, the way Toren worked Ria with his tongue—patient but greedy. Hungry, but delaying the full feast. Ria squirmed and bucked, and only then did his husband hesitate. Was he worried about hurting her? The healer had said that was not a concern. So Mehl gripped Toren’s hair to encourage him to continue. Not restraining—but close.

Only when Ria cried out, crossing the first peak, did Toren push back against his hand. Mehl released him at once and was rewarded with a deep, Ria-and-Toren-flavored kiss. All three of them moaned at the dark heat of that sharing, but it wasn’t enough.

Pulling away, Toren rose from the bed. But not to leave. Mehl shivered as his husband studied them both. “Take her,” Toren commanded with a growl.

Nearly shaking with the need to claim her, Mehl knelt between Ria’s thighs. But he paused to meet her gaze. Was she truly willing? Did she want him? She stared back at him with desire, but her breath still came in sharp pants from Toren’s lovemaking. Perhaps he should—

“What is it?” Ria asked, worry dimming her expression.

He brushed a stray hair from her cheek and ran his finger gently along the line of her jaw. “Are you sure?”

Ria canted her hips toward him. “Gods, yes. If you don’t hurry, I’ll kill you.”

“Threatening the king, hmm?” Mehl asked, chuckling with no small amount of relief. “I suppose I’ll have to punish you as Toren did me.”

Despite the seemingly harsh words, he entered her slowly. Carefully. And in her heat, he found all of them. Their desires blended through their link as Mehl claimed her, and he knew at once that this was what they’d been missing. That final piece that had kept them slightly out of sync.

He couldn’t resist caressing her with each thrust. He captured her gasps and sighs with his kisses—at least until Toren lost the remainder of his control. As his husband claimed his lips in a hard kiss, Ria shuddered and cried out beneath him. Then Toren bent to suck her nipple into his mouth, and she screamed.

So perfect. So them. Mehl would never let either of them go.

And as he found his release, it was all of him they both received.

Chapter49

Excuses

When Ria woke again, Mehl and Toren were gone. No doubt in the middle of morning court. Stretching, she savored the ache in her body from their earlier lovemaking. She’d wondered before if Toren would grow jealous once Mehl was able to physically claim her. Fortunately, he hadn’t—rather the opposite. He’d been aroused enough that he’d taken her, too. She’d drifted back to sleep a happy woman.

Still, it was nice to be alone for a while. Instead of calling for a servant, she padded into the bathing room and soaped herself clean in the shower before sinking into the coolest of the soaking pools. Ah, bliss. It was soothingly warm, but not so hot that she worried about overheating and harming the baby.

The baby. Smiling, she rested her hand on her stomach. How had she been so blessed? Had the midwife boosted her fertility when removing the contraceptive spell? Or maybe the gods were taking pity on not only her, Toren, and Mehl but also their entire kingdom.

At the moment, it absolutely felt that way.