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I flinched as the head of Jules’s cock glided through me. Panic flooded my system. The soulbond fought to smother it, but even magic couldn’t contain this.

I couldn’t do this. My body couldn’t handle my fingers without cramping, much less a huge cock. My brain didn’t care that I wore a soothing rune, or that Luc had just had his fingers in me. I was broken, irreparable in the eyes of the godstars long before the harvest.

I scrambled forward, crawling up Luc. “I can’t—”

Luc’s hand wrapped around my throat, threading through the chains of my collar. I stilled like prey in the jaws of a predator. His thumb traced the frantic rhythm of my pulse. My fingers dug into his chest, my entire body taut, muscles screaming for me to run—

I should have run.

I should have—

Jules shifted behind me. His cock nudged against my entrance, just enough for my body to recognize what was happening—

And I clenched.

Jules stopped.

Luc’s gaze burned into mine. His grip tightened just enough to ground me, to remind me who was in control.

“Pick a cock,” he said into the lengthening silence. “Dusk or dawn?”

The mattress bounced. Jules fell back onto his heels with a sigh. “No fair. We flipped for her.”

“That was before she was our soulbound.”

“Fine.” Jules sighed again, dragging it out for effect. “Pick a cock.”

I licked my lips. My gaze dropped to Luc’s cock. Jules was longer, but Luc was thicker and pierced. Godstars, neither of them would fit. I didn’t care what they said, I wouldn’t believe it.

Luc jerked my chin upwards, drawing my eyes back to me. “Your choice?”

I swallowed. “Dawn,” I whispered with shame.

“What was that?”

“Dawn.”

“I need a full sentence.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, but obeyed. “I pick Jules’s cock.”

“Thank fuck,” Jules exhaled with pure relief.

Luc’s thumbs flashed up to my lower lip. “Glare at me all you want. You won’t be glaring in a minute.”

Jules shuffled behind me, his weight moving closer. He gripped my hips and pulled me back.

The head of his cock split me open.

A sharp gasp broke from my lips. Sensation flooded through me, a twisting ocean of sparking heat and aching pressure. My breath hitched. I ducked my head, eyes squeezing shut—

Luc tangled his fingers in my hair and yanked. My breath left me in a yelp as I jerked forward, locked into his gaze.

“Eyes on me, little curiosity. I want to watch Jules come inside you for the first time.”

“I—”

Luc tightened his grasp on my throat, my collar, cutting off the sound. Behind me, Jules slowly slid deeper. A tremor racked my frame as the first inch of him sank into me. My cunt clenched around his hard length.

Luc loosened his grip a second before Jules rolled his hips. A tiny thrust.

Just enough.

I yelped. Fire pulsed through my nerve endings, pleasure and discomfort tangled together. But it didn’t edge into pain. Luc’s rune spread its heat through me, soothing the stretch.

Jules chuckled. The sound vibrated through him, into me. The tingles turned my yelp into a moan.

“Good girl.” Luc stroked my temple with his thumb. “Moan for Jules as he fucks open your tight cunt.”

Jules took Luc’s words as a command. His thumbs brushed up and down my spine, every motion in sync with the slow, deliberate thrusts of his hips. He slid deeper an inch, spearing me open. Then he slid back, retreating halfway before pushing in again.

I whimpered with each shallow thrust.

Moaned when he pulled back, sliding against my sensitive walls.

Yelped when he increased his pressure, his depth, filling me more.

My eyes watered as the sensation swelled within me. Tears trailed down my cheeks and across Luc’s fingers on my throat. I stayed locked in his black gaze, but every cell in my body focused on where Jules fucked me. Every stroke built a tense storm of pressure within me.

My nipples ached.

My clit throbbed.

Jules sank deeper. Then deeper still.

My vision dotted with sparks, aching and wonderful. My back arched, my breath hitching.

Fuck, how much further did he have to go? Jules wasn’t going to take me halfway. I was soaked for him, but not even… oh, stars… not even that could save me from the devastating length of him.

With a groan, Jules slammed his cock once more and his thighs smacking against my ass. His fingers dug into my hips like handles. My breath hitched, but the sound was drowned out by Jules’s long sigh.

“Ah, fuck, you feel divine.” His voice was husky, roughened by pleasure. “It’s like your cunt was made for me.”

My eyes widened. His cock stretched me from clit to navel, a deep, consuming fullness. I spasmed around him. Jules shuddered. I trembled, my arms weak where I braced against Luc’s chest. My vision spun and blurred.

The King of Dusk brushed his lips against mine. “Remember to breathe.”

I sucked in a huge breath. The moment my diaphragm expanded, my cunt clenched. I nearly choked.

Jules traced a line up my spine. “Are you ready?”

“Ready for…?” I wet my lips, not recognizing the rasp of my voice. “Ready for what?”

“For me to fuck you?”

“Have you—?” He moved, and I jolted. “Have you not been fucking me already?”

Luc’s smirk was pure indulgence. “I fear Jules has only warmed you up.”

I whimpered.

Luc studied me for a second before his gaze flickered over my shoulder to Jules. “She’s ready. Fuck her.”

I couldn’t see Jules’s grin, but I didn’t need to. I heard it in his voice. “Let’s see how much she can take before she screams.”

Jules pulled out suddenly. A strangled noise caught in my throat. My body felt surprisingly empty without him. My lip started to twitch into a frown—

He slammed back in. His skin slapped against mine.

Oh .

Then he was gone again… and back before I even adjusted.

Oh! The fire inside me roared, licking up my spine. Another thrust. Then another. Each thrust pushed a moan from my lips, my thighs rocking forward.

His fingers dug into my hips, hard enough to bruise. I mewled, a pathetic, desperate noise. It didn’t sound like me. I never sounded like that. Never so pitched. So wanton.

So pleasured.

Luc released a deep groan. He caressed my thundering pulse in my neck, those dark eyes devouring my face. He lowered his hand from my hair. The tips of his fingers traced a path down my throat.

He wrapped his fist around his rock-hard cock.

With Jules’s next thrust, Luc stroked himself. Like it was his cock stretching me, marking me.

Like I was being claimed by both of them.

My jaw dropped. Luc’s glowing gaze held mine for a moment before lowering. His attention dragged down my throat, over my collarbone, lingering on my heaving breasts. Down, down, following the soft curves of my stomach, to the place where Jules split me open.

Luc groaned, tightening his fist. “Fucking exquisite.”

Exquisite? If Jules weren’t fucking me senseless, I might have laughed.

“I’m—oh!” The word fractured into a cry as Jules drove into me, hard. “I’m not.”

“Was I lying?” Luc rumbled.

No. Stars, no, he wasn’t. My fingers dug into his skin. Jules’s hips smacked against mine, relentless. Luc’s hand stroked faster, his fist working over his thick cock.

Savoring me as much as the King of Dawn.

I arched, my back bowing. My eyes nearly rolled back. I was going to combust. I didn’t even care. Nothing had ever felt more right in the world.

Like I was meant for this.

Meant for them.

Meant for Jules to pound into as Luc gripped my throat in one hand and his cock in the other.

I hadn’t spent my life lonely, but waiting. Waiting for this, waiting for them .

My hips tilted, almost instinctively. Jules slid even deeper, bottoming out inside me.

He gasped. “Stars, wife.”

The pleasure in me spiked at his words.

Jules pulsed into me again with a groan, his balls slapping against my clit. I pitched forward, my breath stuttering as the jolt spread through me. Luc’s fingers slipped from my throat. He reached for Jules’s hand, gripping his soulbond to steady him.

Jules squeezed back, breathless. “She feels so fucking good, Lucey.”

Luc only smiled.

Jules’s thrusts turned ruthless. He rammed into me, forcing me to meet every stroke, fucking me deeper. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

Luc’s brow furrowed. His strokes quickened over his cock. “Not yet, Julien.”

“Luc—”

“No.” Luc’s growl was low, commanding. Absolute. “Our bride is going to milk your cock when she comes.”

Jules shuddered. “Fuck.”

His pace turned brutal. My limbs trembled, unable to hold myself up. I crashed into Luc, my lips brushing his chest. Jules kept moving. Didn’t stop. I screamed into Luc’s skin as the fire in me roared, brighter and hotter. Luc’s knuckles brushed my breasts with every stroke of his fist, each pass a wicked tease against my skin.

Luc’s dark gaze dipped to me. “Beg for it.”

I blinked at him through hooded eyes. “Wha—at?”

“Stop, Julien.”

Jules froze. His cock twitched inside me, his breath ragged. His fingers dug so tightly into my hips I knew I’d bruise. His body shook, stopped at the very edge of release. “Fuck, you bastard.”

Luc exhaled slowly. Perfectly in control, even as Jules fucked me on my knees on top of him. “Our bride can’t come until she’s begged for it.”

Jules’s hand slipped from Luc’s. He tangled his fingers in my hair and yanked my head back. Pain flashed at my scalp. I yelped.

“You heard him. Neither of us are coming until you beg.”

Stars, I needed to come. The desperation clawed up my throat. I barely recognized my voice as I croaked, “Please.”

“Please what?” Luc brushed his fingers along my jaw. “Don’t think. Just answer.”

“Please make me come.”

Luc smiled, slow and devastating. A rare and beautiful sight. “As you wish.”

That was all Jules needed to hear. His cock slid free before slamming back into me. Oh. Oh! I was so close, teetering on the edge. My world narrowed to the pleasure between my legs and the dark eyes holding me prisoner.

Stars, make me come. Please make me come.

Luc released his cock. “Your godstars aren’t going to make you come, little curiosity. Your kings are.”

“Please, please, please.” The word punched out of me with every thrust.

Luc crawled his fingers across the softness of my stomach and threaded them through my soaked curls. He circled my clit—

A cry ripped from my throat as I shattered.

Pleasure crashed over me, drowning me, dragging me under. I screamed. Complete and utter bliss. My cunt clenched around Jules. The King of Dawn snarled behind me as his hips jerked. A second wave rolled through me. Not mine, but an echo of his. A spurt of warmth flooded me.

His cum flooded me.

Jules groaned, the sound raw and guttural. I bit Luc’s collarbone, the sensations overpowering. Luc fisted a hand in my hair and pulled my face up. My teeth ripped his skin. A burst of metallic heat exploded across my tongue.

Luc’s mouth crashed into mine, licking his own blood from my lips. His hand had returned to his cock, working himself harder, faster—

A third wave slammed into me.

Into us .

Jules and I groaned together. Luc’s hot seed spilled across my breasts, my stomach. His growl rumbled from his chest through to my mouth, through to where his lips claimed me. He nipped my tongue.

Pleasure ricocheted within me, battering me from all sides.

I think I blacked out.

Jules’s thrusts slowed, drawing it out, fucking us through the final aftershocks. Little tremors rolled through me, weaker now, but still enough to steal my breath.

When the fire in me settled into a gentle warmth, Jules pulled out. A gush of his cum dribbled down my thighs. He hummed, pleased. His hands trailed over my ass, squeezed, and then dropped away.

Luc’s grip on my jaw vanished at the same second. My limbs collapsed beneath me. I slumped against him, spent, wrung dry. I didn’t care that I was sprawled across a vampire in a wet spot. The runes woven into the fabric whisked away the mess, but they did nothing for the sweat and cum clinging to my skin.

My eyes fluttered shut. The warm spice of Luc soaked into me. I breathed him in, lungs still struggling for air. My heartbeat needed another couple minutes to calm down, too.

How had I gone from one orgasm in my entire lifetime to five in less than twenty-four hours?

But I suddenly understood why demons had spent all their time fucking since the Godsfalls.

“Fuck,” I gasped, nearly breathing out the word.

Luc hummed. His fingers brushed a damp strand of hair from my cheek, untangling it from where it clung to my slick skin. Stars, the kings really did make every part of me sopping wet.

“Fuck indeed,” Jules chuckled, still a little breathless. The mattress jostled as he moved. I peeked weakly over my shoulder, but I didn’t really care what he did, too busy floating in a thick fog of bliss.

A hard length pressed against my side. I stiffened. Luc had come, his release still cooling on my skin, but he was already achingly hard again.

Something warm coiled around my wrists. I blinked. Daemium shadows from the bedframe weaved between my arms—

The shadows tugged.

I suddenly slid up Luc’s body until my nose brushed his. My eyes widened. The haze I floated in vanished, ripped away by pure shock. Luc smirked at my expression. The shadows twined higher, wrapping my arms above my head, holding me aloft by the four posters of the bed.

Jules’s hands settled on my hips. He twisted me around, shifting me with ease. My body moved like putty in his hands. His cock, still slick and faintly smeared with my blood, brushed against my thigh. The shadows continued twirling down my arms, around my neck, around my shoulder.

The top of my head bumped the King of Dusk’s chin. Freed from the press of my body, his cock bounced beneath me, the thick tip tracing my wet center.

I shuddered. Jules’s pupils dilated as Luc groaned.

“What…?” I croaked out the word through dry lips.

Luc’s breath brushed my ear. “You don’t belong to Jules alone, little curiosity. You’re ours .”

Jules slipped his hands under my knees, hooking my legs over Luc’s bent legs. I was sprawled wide, indecently exposed. He traced one hand along my inner thighs before gripping Luc’s cock. He stroked the King of Dusk once. Twice.

Luc growled, growing even harder beneath me.

Jules’s grin turned sharp, almost maniacal. He lined Luc up with my entrance. “I’m quite proud of my cock, but Luc’s going to split you right open.”

My jaw dropped. Oh, stars, I couldn’t—

Fingers looped through the back of my collar, through a chain I’d thought was decorative. But it wasn’t. It was a starsdamned handle —

Luc jerked me down.

I yelped as the head of his cock speared into me. The King of Dawn had the longer cock, but he didn’t match the King of Dusk’s girth. A deep ache flared through me, stretching, burning. I strained against the shadows binding me, but they didn’t give. I couldn’t do anything as Luc dragged me down, Jules’s hands on my hips guiding me onto his cock.

The first of his piercing slipped into me, rubbing against my inner walls. My yelp turned into a long whine.

“That’s it,” Luc murmured against my neck. “You can take me.”

A second bar of metal slipped into me. My eyes rolled back. Stars, I’d thought Jules had stretched me, but Luc stretched me. If I’d taken the King of Dusk first, I might have died.

And with every inch Luc claimed, I still wasn’t sure I wouldn’t.

Could a person be fucked to death?

His third piercing pressed inside. I whimpered, shaking. Fuck, how many were left? Five in total, I thought. One every two or so inches.

Jules’s bright gaze flickered from my eyes to where Luc disappeared inside me. “You’re doing so well, wife.”

The fourth piercing breached me. Tension spread through my body. I cried out—

Luc tightened his grip on my collar. The sound cut off. For a second, my air cut off. My eyes rolled back.

His fifth piercing pushed in, ever so slowly…

My ass bounced against his thighs. At the exact same moment, Luc loosened his grip. I sucked in a deep breath. My cunt spasmed around him.

The Conqueror was buried deep inside me.

Luc groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder. “Fuck.”

A smear of gold dust brushed his chin. I didn’t even think. I turned my head, my tongue snaking out. I licked the gold from his chin. It was sweet against my tongue, almost like a berry.

His dark eyes flashed to me, just in my periphery, the beast stalking me, out of sight. They promised sin. They promised bliss.

“See?” Jules released my hips and grazed his fingers through my cunt, to where Luc speared into me. The King of Dusk and I shuddered as one at the featherlight touch. “She’s divine.”

Jules’s voice dropped lower, thick with something dark and wicked. “And I’m going to use her divine cunt to fuck the life out of both of you.”

That was all the warning I had. The shadows tightened. They yanked me off Luc’s cock—and then slammed me back down.

A sharp cry tore from my throat. Luc’s piercings ground against my inner walls, every metal bar hitting that spot deep inside me. I shuddered. Luc tightened his hold on the back of my neck.

My head lolled back against Luc’s chest as Jules slid me up and down, using the daemium shadows to fuck me onto the King of Dusk. He watched with glee. His dark gaze flickered from our faces to my bouncing breasts to the place where Luc stretched me wide. The King of Dawn’s blood-stained erection thickened at the sight.

“Julien.”

Jules stopped at just his name. I sank further onto the King of Dusk’s cock, but the shadows didn’t pull me up.

Luc’s hands settled on my hips, his grip firm, possessive. His fingers curled into my soft curves, his thumbs resting just at the swell of my ass.

They tightened as he thrust me down onto him, mirroring Jules’s pace. I yelped.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah!

Luc bounced me on his cock. Harder. Harder. I was screaming, sobbing, shaking against the shadowy restraints. Fuck, I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t survive—

Jules dropped his fingers to my clit.

I almost passed out. I almost died. My spine arched, a strangled gasp wrenching from my chest.

Jules leaned down and kissed me. The silver dust on his lips melted against my tongue, sweet and sinful. His thumb worked in slow circles, never lifting, never relenting.

I writhed.

I twisted.

Luc thrust.

Jules stroked.

This was the fucking end.

Jules’s teeth found my lip, scraping the edge of pain. I sucked in a sharp breath, like I’d forgotten how. “Stay with us, Nessa.”

“I don’t…” Neither king slowed their pace. Not the fingers on my clit. Not the cock driving into me. I clawed for words, gripping them in desperation. My entire body clenched with the effort.

Luc growled as my cunt squeezed him, an inhuman sound. Oh, gods, why did that make me wetter?

I gasped, but Jules swallowed the sound.

“It’s too much,” I rasped against his lips.

Jules grinned. “You can take it.”

“I can’t.”

Luc kissed my ear. “Shall we grant you mercy?”

“Luc—ahh.” His name escaped my lips in a broken whine.

“You will come for us.”

“Oh, stars.”

Luc lowering his hands, gripping my ass and smearing silver-gold dust. He pulled one of my thighs up from where it rested over his leg. Jules pulled back, gripped my calf. He bent his head and brushed his lips against my skin, then his tongue. He licked a slow, deliberate swath of gold from my leg. His fingers didn’t stop their dance between my legs.

Luc’s angle shifted, his piercings rubbing against every nerve inside me—

Fuck, I was going to come again. “Fuck, fuck, oh, fuck.”

Jules chuckled. That one breath tipped me over the edge. My entire body tensed—

Jules’s teeth sank into my calf at the same moment Luc’s fangs pierced my neck.

My world exploded into three. The force of it nearly knocked me out. I arched, spine bowing, fingers clawing into my palms. My cunt clenched down as Luc’s seed flushed into me. As Jules came hot and wet across my stomach. Blood trickled down my skin, mingling with smeared dust and cum.

Luc lapped and sucked at my throat, slow and thorough, drinking me down. Jules mirrored him, his lips and teeth at my ankle. With each swallow, more of their venom flooded me, flooded them. It stretched out the pleasure, made it endless.

I bucked, writhing beneath their mouths, but the shadows at my arms and the hands on my waist held me still. The King of Dusk’s palm found my throat, pressing me down. Holding me exactly where he wanted me. I struggled—

His grip firmed, cutting off my air.

If I fought too hard, he’d choke me.

I went slack.

Gripped by pleasure. Letting myself drown.

I shattered into specks, like the smears of silver and gold on our skin.

I sunk back down to reality. Into warm skin. The silk of sheets. The familiar rumble of two voices.

My vision focused from the haze of bliss on something glittering and gold. The ceiling. I sprawled between them, my body a limp, exhausted weight against the sheets. My chest puffed with my slow breaths. If the mirrored surface weren’t gold, I’d bet my body was flushed red beneath the glittering dust.

I should have been ashamed.

But all I felt was—

Safe.

Held.

Claimed.

Jules slid a blanket of black silk over my hips.

My blinks slowed.

I drifted into warm, gentle darkness.