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The prince of Lavira sucks deeper, his teeth grazing my clit. He delves his tongue inside me to provoke a more potent jolt of pleasure. A moment later, a wider object—smooth but firm—eases between my folds to stretch my opening.

The mass of solidified shadow fills me with a perfect pressure. Raul pulses it in time with the movements of his mouth, and the thicker rush of sensation propels a moan from my lips.

Bastien evidently believes I deserve more. He sucks down the tip of my breast with a shock of bliss and then lifts his head to steal my lips from Marc. Then he nudges Raul with a rasp in his demanding voice. “Fill her properly. Take her to those heights you’re always bragging about.”

His foster brother chuckles between my legs, the vibration sending a new thrill through my sensitive flesh, but he follows his orders. Raul straightens up, removing his drawers as he does.

He raises me against his massive frame, the muscles in his arms flexing as he grips my thighs as easily as if my body was made of air. A cool pressure against my ass and back suggests he’s manipulating the shadows again, this time to help support me.

He settles me over his cock, and all other sensations fade away. There’s only the proportionately massive length of him sliding between my folds and stretching my channel so perfectly I must have been made for him .

Another whimper spills out of me. I tip my head against his shoulder with a flick of my tongue across his tawny skin, and Raul groans in approval.

When he’s filled me to the brim, the delicious burn radiates from my core all the way to my toes. A gentle hand caresses my backside. Warmed oil slicks across my back entrance with a carefully probing finger.

Bastien kisses my shoulder and continues his ministrations as he casts a glance toward Marc. “Do you think you can handle lifting her to even higher pleasures?”

Marc’s voice comes out strained. “I— Aurelia?”

He’s asking me for permission. Confirming that I want him in every way I want my princes.

Raul holds me against him, remaining still while the other men play their parts. I can’t help pressing my hips against him in an attempt to take him even deeper, to summon even more stimulation.

“Yes, please,” I whisper.

Bastien clicks his tongue. “What are you waiting for, then?”

With a ragged breath, Marc comes up behind me. His hand replaces Bastien’s at my ass, testing me. He brushes his lips against my back—one shoulder blade and then the other, more kisses down my spine—as his slacks rustle.

When he presses into my other opening, a needy whine creeps from my throat. It’s so much—I’m so full—and somehow I want even more.

Marc wraps one arm around my torso so he can stroke my breast while he eases out and then plunges in again more forcefully. Raul drops his head to claim my mouth once more, adjusts my position between us, and matches the other man’s rhythm rather than setting his own.

A strange warmth blooms in my chest that’s a very different satisfaction than the sort I know my lovers have set out to offer me. They’re all collaborating in this effort, all focused on me and my pleasure, without concern for any of those past offenses that linger in our shared past.

I don’t pick up on a shred of doubt about this relationship from any of them. We’ve all embraced it as fully as Raul and Marc are literally embracing me between them.

They are lifting me high, sending me soaring. With each joint thrust, I’m spinning even farther in a haze of ecstasy.

Lorenzo trails his hand between me and Raul from my chest to my hips. He strums my clit just as the other two men surge into me, and my nerves crackle with the power of my first release.

I moan and clutch at them, my muscles clamping with the impact. Marc’s breath hitches as he pumps into me faster. His head bows against my shoulder, his forehead damp with sweat, and I dig my fingers into his tarnished curls.

The tug against his scalp tosses him over the edge with me. Cursing against my skin between wild kisses, he rocks to a stop.

He hugs me tight with a mumbled “Love you” that cracks open my heart. I turn my head to meet one more kiss before he withdraws.

Raul’s shaft remains rigid inside me. He nuzzles the side of my face, his voice gone husky. “Shall I offer you even more of a ride, Empress?”

All I can emit is a wordless noise of assent, but my most experienced lover recognizes it for what it is. He grins against my cheek and whirls us toward the bed. “Let’s give you a different angle.”

As he sprawls out on his back with me over top of him, never detaching our bodies, the other men follow us. With a smirk of his own, Bastien beckons Lorenzo. “She shouldn’t have to go without. You can take over where our ex-emperor left off. ”

I hum in agreement, and Lorenzo clambers into position behind me, all eagerness. His hands skim along my sides and over my ass before he slides inside.

“Any way I can have you is a blessing, always,” he murmurs in the most heated of tones.

Watching from the sidelines now, Marc simply smiles with no sign of offense at being replaced. He flicks his gaze toward Bastien, and his smile grows. “You take good care of our wife, brother.”

The compliment sounds completely genuine. Bastien blinks, and his smile softens in return.

Marc certainly isn’t wrong.

I lean forward, finding my balance between the two lovers inside me, and tilt toward the prince of Cotea. “And he should be rewarded for that.”

I free Bastien’s erection from his drawers one-handed. He touches my face with the tenderest of caresses before leaning back on his hands. When my mouth closes around his cock, his head sags. A choked groan reverberates from his chest.

Raul squeezes my ass. “That’s our incredible woman.”

As the prince of Lavira thrusts up into me, Lorenzo presses deeper too. “And proving more incredible by the day.” His illusionary voice wavers with his fraying control. “Love you so much, Rell.”

I bob my head over Bastien in time with the surges of pleasure, swirling my tongue around his rigid length and soaking in his salty, musky flavor.

There’s nothing left but the five of us, the blaze of bliss roaring up inside me again, the hitches of breath and the echoing groans.

When I shatter apart the second time, pouring my cry over Bastien’s cock, the rest of my lovers come with me. The hot spurt of Bastien’s cum hits my mouth alongside Raul’s last desperate pumps and Lorenzo’s swaying to a stop over me.

Once we’ve untangled ourselves, I slump into the covers totally sated. Every worry has been washed from my mind, if only for the next few minutes.

I grope for Marc to tuck himself closer too and find myself encircled by all four of my husbands. As sleep hazes my mind, it occurs to me that this is the first time we’ve all shared this bed together.

I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t give to ensure it isn’t the last.