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His husband gave him a wicked smirk. “Fewer clothes, my love. Then you can join us.”

Was that so? Toren didn’t have to be told twice.

* * *

Hadshe really asked the kings to strip naked and kiss each other for her pleasure? It had been a moment of insanity, a dare she wouldn’t normally make. But something in the way Toren had lapped her juices from Mehl’s mouth had set her aflame. Too bad her wish hadn’t been granted.

At least not completely.

She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Toren finished undressing. Every line of his body was perfect, from his leanly muscled frame to his proudly jutting cock. Between him and the more muscular Mehl, it was a miracle she hadn’t already drooled onto their sumptuous bedding.

Ria sucked in a breath as Mehl’s hand slid down her stomach, his fingers tracing her folds where his mouth had just been. At the end of the bed, Toren froze, his gaze trained on the dance of Mehl’s fingers over her core. Her heart pounding, Ria widened her legs more.

That goaded Toren into action. Before she could blink, he knelt between her thighs and plunged two fingers deep at the same time that Mehl gently pinched her clit. Her release crashed over her so hard and fast that she screamed, and her vision went white around the edges. But as her muscles began to relax and her breathing to steady, Toren curled his arms beneath her knees, spread her wide, and entered her in one stroke.

All while Mehl’s fingers continued to torment her.

Oh, gods, it was so much.

Whatever control Toren had held onto must have snapped, for he took her relentlessly. Almost ruthlessly. Mehl flattened his fingers, two on each side of her clit, so that each time Toren pounded against her, his fingers rubbed herjust so. But the fire only grew, higher than before, the pleasure never breaking.

She couldn’t take this much longer.

She needed—

Then Mehl took her nipple in his mouth and tweaked the tip with his teeth, and she exploded.

Ria barely noticed when Toren’s magic rushed through her. She didn’t even try to grasp it, for the force of his energy almost paled in comparison to her pleasure, a diamond pure and sharp and cutting. She could do nothing but ride the wave as Toren stiffened and cried out above her.

Finally, he collapsed against her, his panting breaths cooling the fine sheen of sweat between her breasts. Ria wrapped her free arm around his back and held on, stunned. Shaken. This time felt different, but she couldn’t process how.

Mehl slid his hand from between them, his damp fingers making her shiver as they traced up her belly. But rather than seeming aroused, Toren levered himself up on his elbows to frown at his husband. Had Mehl done something wrong?

“No one saw to your pleasure,” Toren growled.

With a half-pained grin, Mehl gripped his cock and slid his hand down its length. “True enough.”

“Well.” Toren brushed a kiss across Ria’s lips before sliding free of her body and releasing her legs. Then he sat back on his heels and turned his attention more fully on Mehl. “That cannot stand. But perhaps I can grant Ria’s wish after all.”

She shivered with cold without the warmth of him upon her—within her—but the chill didn’t last long. Toren shifted to kiss Mehl, first on the mouth and then in a line down his chest. By the time he reached his husband’s cock, she was hot enough to heat the entire room. When Toren took Mehl in his mouth, Ria was certain of one thing.

If she were to die anywhere, it would surely be in this bed.

* * *

A rayof light from the window annoyed Mehl awake, and he turned his face into Toren’s neck to block the piercing glow. Unfortunately, he couldn’t go back to sleep. It had to be nearing sunset to hit his face at that angle, and that meant there was dinner to attend. He’d grown accustomed to being a king for the most part, but at times like this, he would far prefer to stay abed with his lovers and let the world take care of itself.

Being wrapped around Toren, his hand resting on the dip of Ria’s waist while she slept against Toren’s other side, brought Mehl more true peace than he’d felt in some time. At least since Prince Ber’s threat. The only thing that marred it was being unable to fully participate in the lovemaking the way he wanted, but Toren and even Ria had made that up to him in the end.

It could have been an awkward thing, marred by jealousy or spite, but somehow, the three of them in bed just…worked.

Toren shifted and mumbled something, but Mehl couldn’t make out the words. Regretfully, he lifted up to his elbow, squinting against the light as he glanced down at his husband. It only took a second for Toren’s eyes to blink open.

“Nearing dinner?” Toren murmured.

“I would say so.” An unpleasant one, if the Centoi had stayed. Mehl stifled a curse at that reminder. “I should have asked what happened with the envoy. Are we to dress for the highest formality and suffer hours of forced, awkward discourse?”

When Toren’s brow lowered, Mehl assumed the answer would be yes. Until Toren said, “No. According to Feref, they left.”