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“Harder.”

Harder? Luc couldn’t possibly go harder—

Luc obeyed instantly. His next thrust slammed into my belly, the force jarring the plug inside me. Fire flared in my core, pleasure so sharp it blurred into something unbearable.

I screamed. My nails dug into my palms. Tears escaped my eyes, but the King of Dusk didn’t slow. Didn’t falter.

He. Only. Fucked. Me. Harder.

Each thrust was a possessive brand. His. His. His. Everything in the world narrowed down to the climbing pleasure in my core, the fist at my nape, the gold-rimmed black eyes devouring every slap of our flesh.

Oh, stars, I was going to come, I was going to come so hard—

Luc yanked on the collar, cutting off my air. At the same moment, he slid the hand clenching my hip between my legs and strummed my clit harshly—

I came.

I convulsed.

I died .

Every part of me clenched around Luc, but he ripped his cock from my grip and fucked me back open. He rode me as I came and suffocated and somehow came ever harder, tears streaming down my face as the orgasm rocked my body. As the orgasm destroyed my body. A person couldn’t feel this much and survive.

Then he released the pressure on my throat. Air rushed back into my lungs. The bliss twisted higher, tighter.

A strangled scream tore from me.

Jules hissed. His trousers hung loose, his hand stroking along his hard shaft. “Shit, she’s so beautiful when she comes, Lucey.”

Beautiful. The word punched through me. Raw, real. Spoken with undeniable truth. My cunt squeezed Luc’s cock tighter—

With a groan, Luc burst within me. His hot seed flooded into my body. His pleasure rushed through the bond, extending my orgasm. With every buck of his hips, he filled me. Marked me. Claimed me just as thoroughly as Jules had. My body greedily clenched down around him, wanting more and more.

Needing more and more.

Luc yanked on my collar, this time pulling me up. He closed the distance between my back and his chest. I slammed into hard muscle under silk. I went slack against him, my head lolled onto his shoulder.

He plunged his fangs into my neck.

Another orgasm hit like lightning. A devastated cry caught in my throat. The rush of his venom streaked through my veins. My first orgasm hadn’t even faded yet, but I was pulled back to the peak in a second. The pleasure whited out my vision. I went slack. His tongue swept against my neck, swallowing me down like my cunt did his cock.

He fucked us through the ecstasy. My world narrowed. The soft roll of his hips. The tease of his fingers on my clit. The pressure of his hand on my collar. The kiss of his lips at my throat.

The soulbond inside of us, nearly reunited and whole.

When the bliss faded to a trickle, an aftershock, Luc pulled his fangs from me. He licked over my skin, sealing the wounds. Then he released my collar, my body.

I slid off his cock, my limbs boneless, useless. I collapsed onto the rug, my elbows catching me just before I sank into the soft fabric. The swaying ocean of pleasure swept away the pain.

I didn’t think I’d stand ever again.

“Fuck,” Jules panted out the word.

I rolled my head the slightest bit, glancing blearily through the strands of my tangled hair. The King of Dawn stood a couple feet away from us, his hard cock in hand. His strokes grew faster, sharper, chasing his own orgasm on the tail end of ours.

I blinked slowly. When I next opened my eyes, Luc stood before him, a masterpiece in dark silk.

Luc pushed Jules’s hand aside and gripped his cock.

Jules tensed, his gaze dropping to where Luc held him prisoner. For a moment, I could almost feel the warmth of his palm. The King of Dusk stroked from tip to base, brushing the light dusting of blond over the King of Dawn’s balls.

Jules jerked in his hand and grunted. “Fuck, Lucey—”

Luc lunged forward, swallowing the sound with his lips. The Conqueror claimed the Butcher’s mouth the way he claimed everything else. He glided his palm over him, slow, teasing, until Jules shuddered against him. The King of Dawn nipped at his lip, but Luc squeezed him tighter.

Jules groaned and gave in. Opened wider. Let Luc plunder and claim.

My jaw popped open at the sight. Stars, if anyone was beautiful, it was them.

Something ignited within me, my lust climbing back from the brink. I didn’t know how it had recovered already. The space between my legs pulsed, a pleasant ache that Jules had started and Luc had only intensified.

I almost sobbed at the rising desperation. Would nothing satisfy this craving in me? But the soulbond brushed the edge of my panic aside, leaving only heat.

Our unending need.

Luc released Jules suddenly and stepped back.

The King of Dawn growled, a low, frustrated sound. “Luc, you bastard—”

Luc snapped his finger, silencing and summoning all in one. He circled to Jules’s side and pointed at their feet. “Come here, little curiosity. It’s time you learned how to suck a king’s cock.”

My heart nearly stopped. “What?”

Jules grinned, almost deliriously. “You mean it?”

But Luc wouldn’t repeat himself. He slowly arched one of those dark brows at the both of us, but only responded to Jules. “You won her firsts. The sooner you come down her throat, the sooner I can fuck her mouth.”

My whole body was already flushed, but I somehow turned so scarlet I was maroon, a shade to match the top half of the Azarasian flag. Heat spread from my cheeks to my chest, sinking low into my belly, pooling between my legs. The plug throbbed inside me. My stomach twisted.

Not with fear.

With anticipation.

I couldn’t lie anymore, not even to myself.

“Bride,” Luc said, the order clear in his tone.

I pushed onto my knees on the rug. My body hadn’t come all the way down from the orgasm. Wetness dripped down my legs, my pleasure and Luc’s combined. Streaks of pink tainted my release. I quickly looked away. I couldn’t think about that now. My main priority was standing. It wouldn’t be easy, but I started to climb to my feet—

“Crawl.”

I tensed, the movement echoed by my cunt. Crawl. Like I had across the bed toward Luc, Jules a waiting shadow at my back. This time, I stared into both their black eyes.

Before I let the idea intimidate me, I crawled across the rug. The plug inside me rubbed deeper with every movement. My thighs trembled. My breath hitched in rough, ragged pants. I must have looked a mess.

Stars, I wasn’t meant for this. To be wanted. To be desired.

But Jules groaned, his cock twitching. His eyes burned, devouring me. Luc returned his hand to his length and slid—

Jules caught his wrist. “Do you want me to come in her mouth or on her face right this fucking second?”

Luc’s smirk curved slowly. “I’m amenable to both.”

“Well, I want to come in her mouth.”

“Of course, dearest.” Luc pressed a kiss to Jules’s temple. “Anything for you.” His attention flickered down to me, his burning gaze hardening. “Now.”

I sped my movements until I reached their feet. Sitting back on my heels, I stared up at the kings’ perfect bodies. At Jules’s hard cock straining between us, a glistening bead of liquid on his tip.

Fuck, he was even more intimidating from this angle.

My mouth went dry. I licked my lips, almost unconsciously. Godstars, I really was the whore my stepmother always believed.

Jules groaned. “Oh, do that again.”

Luc smirked.

My heart rate stuttered. “I don’t know…”

“Neither did Jules nor I, centuries ago,” Luc said, tracing a finger along my chin, a sudden soft edge to his hard voice. “Open your mouth.”

My jaw popped open, more in shock than obedience. Luc stuck his thumb in my mouth a second later. Pressed. Back. Back. Back—

I almost gagged.

“Breathe through your nose.”

I inhaled quickly. Tears flooded my eyes, but I kept my head raised.

“Now suck on my thumb.”

I closed my lips around that digit and sucked obediently. Tears watered my eyes as I did. As I gazed up into two sets of luminous, black eyes in two terribly perfect faces.

Approval lit the King of Dusk’s gaze, a faint glimmer that the bond rushed through me. He pulled his thumb from my mouth. “You don’t need to know how. Keep your mouth open. Relax your throat. Remember to breathe.”

Jules snorted. “You could even skip that last one. Doubt I’ll need more than a minute.”

I blinked up at them. “Men don’t usually joke about not lasting.”

“Human men need breaks,” Jules said with a grin. “Vampires can stay hard all day.”

A shudder racked my body.

Luc’s fingers skated down my jaw. “Take his cock into your mouth.”

Jules shuddered at Luc’s words across his cheek. I swallowed down my nerves. The soulbond dissolved what remained, leaving only heat. Only hunger. Trapped in two pairs of burning eyes, I pressed my hands to Jules’s thighs for balance and slowly took the tip of him into my mouth.

The salt-sweet taste of him burst across my tongue.

Jules moaned.

Loud.

My eyes widened. The sound sent a pulse straight to my cunt.

I flicked my tongue across his tip, then pressed it along the underside of his cock. His skin was velvety smooth, hot, achingly stiff. The taste of him was almost… pleasant. Not at all what I expected, even after all the romance novels I had read.

Or was that the taste of me? Luc had touched him with the same hand that had been between my legs. My eyes widened with shock, my body clenching around the plug—

Jules’s hips jerked. He rammed an inch deeper into my mouth. I choked. Too thick. Too deep. Too much.

This wouldn’t work.

Luc threaded a hand through the back of my hair, halting my retreat. He traced a rune lightly on my neck. My gag reflex eased. It did nothing to help with the sudden return of my panic.

I didn’t know how to do this. Fuck. Books made it seem so easy.

“Look at me, Nessa.”

My eyes shot up to the King of Dusk at his command. Those bright eyes smoldered in the dim runelights, like two silver-streaked godstars fallen to the ground. I sunk into him, even with the tip of the King of Dawn’s length heavy in her mouth. She looked so delicate, crouched at our feet, struggling to take all of Jules. But her nerves scraped against my skin, a growing itch under the thudding pleasure building in our King of Dawn.

I’d let her try. Now it was my turn —

I slammed back into my own mind. My body moved on instinct.

I let go. My spine slackened. My jaw relaxed.

Luc tightened his hand in my hair and tugged me off Jules’s cock.

“Open wide.”

I had a second to obey before he thrust my face forward. Jules’s cock speared into my mouth and edged into my throat. My cry came out as a wet gag.

Jules hissed, fisting his hands at his sides. “Oh, fuck.”

I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose, relaxing my muscles.

Giving in.

Letting the kings use me.

Succumbing to the pleasure and heat that tickled beneath my skin, through our bond, through the plug.

“That’s it.” Luc’s praise curled dark and smooth in my ears. “Good girl, surrender just like that.”

Before I even had time to adjust, Luc pulled my face back. Jules’s cock slipped from my lips.

His groan vibrated through the room. “Fucking hells—”

Luc guided my head down again.

I sucked in a breath—

Jules choked as his length brushed against my lips. The crown of his cock nudged my throat. Light burst behind my eyes as my vision wobbled. Saliva trailed down my chin.

But I had only taken half of him into my mouth, the rest of him untouched. He wouldn’t fit. He couldn’t fit.

And I couldn’t do this. I wasn’t built to please anyone. Too fat, too broken, too ordinary—

“Wrap your fist around the base of him.” Luc grabbed my right hand and lifted it to where he wanted. “Stroke him, just like this.”

With Luc’s hand guiding mine, I slid Jules’s cock through my grip. His velvet skin twitched under my touch. The tips of my fingers just barely touched around the girth of him. Luc guided my strokes slow, teasing. Drawing out every inch of torment.

Jules groaned, his head tipping back.

Luc’s other hand curled in my hair. He tugged.

I gasped in a breath.

A single breath—

Then Luc pushed me forward. Jules’s cock thrust even deeper this time, his tip ramming into my throat. Luc stroked my hand along his base. The heat of the King of Dawn was in my mouth, in my palm. Shadows crawled into my vision as my lungs cried for air.

Jules’s eyes flashed down to me. “Oh, stars. Lucey, I can’t—”

His voice broke on a moan. His self-control frayed, splintering. For a second, I felt how difficult it was to not fuck my face with wild abandon, but his self-control was solid as stone, supported even further by Luc’s iron grip.

Luc nipped his jaw. “Then don’t.”

Jules’s breath hitched. His eyes flared wide, desperate on Luc, on me.

With an arrogant smirk, the King of Dusk glanced down at me. “Jules is going to fuck your throat now.” To Jules, he added, “But gently, dearest. We don’t want to break our bride’s jaw.”

Break my jaw? My eyes widened with alarm.

Luc released me and caressed my cheekbone, a light brush. “It’s usually not an issue, but you’re driving us crazy with that mouth of yours. Isn’t that right, Julien?”

“Fuck, yes!” With the shout, Jules’s self-control splintered, a crack of stone. He threaded his hands through my hair the next second, loosening Luc’s hold and claiming his place.

When he bobbed my head forward, his hips snapped.

His cock shot deeper into my throat. I jolted, the sensation traveling through me to my clit. To the plug. A smothered moan tried to escape me.

His thrusts built, steady, rhythmic. His balls slapped against my chin. My eyes watered. His every movement jolted through me, pushing him in and out of my throat. His every thrust stoked the ache between my legs.

My left hand dropped, snaking down my stomach—

“No.”

I stopped. Jules stopped. He was still lodged deep in my mouth, but we both obeyed instantly, attention on Luc.

Awaiting the King of Dusk’s decree.

Luc’s arm curled around Jules’s waist. His lips brushed his temple. “I wasn’t talking to you this time, Julien.”

Jules whimpered.

Luc’s gaze snapped to me. “Raise your hands above your head, little curiosity.”

My fingers twitched. My cunt cried out in protest, but I raised my hands above my head without thinking.

Luc wrapped a single hand around my wrists, holding me bound.

“Continue.”

Jules rocked his hips forward.

No hesitation.

No mercy.

His cock slid deeper. My eyes rolled back. My lungs screamed for air. But the burning pressure between my legs kept me conscious. Not just mine… but also an echo of Jules’s. The sensation of his tension building in me was unfamiliar and yet not.

I clenched my thighs together, the only movement I had left.

Luc’s voice dropped. “Are you going to come down our bride’s throat?”

I barely heard Jules’s strangled reply, my focus on his soft, urgent thrusts. “Yes.”

“Is she going to swallow you down?”

A breathless chuckle. Jules’s lips tipped into a smirk, even as he trembled. “She better.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

Jules tightened his hold on my hair. My wavering vision focused, narrowing on those two gorgeous faces. “Then I’ll fuck her mouth until she does.”

The King of Dusk chuckled. “As you wish.”

I automatically sucked in a breath at the dark rumble of a sound. My throat clenched around Jules’s cock.

He gasped, fist tightening almost painfully in my hair. “Oh, fuck, stars, Lucey, I’m going to—”

He thrust in again and again and again. His hips picked up the pace, losing his rhythm.

Jules released a deep groan. His hot seed spilled into my mouth. Down my throat. The taste of his release was salty. Thick. Heavy on my tongue.

I swallowed it without thinking.

Jules shuddered violently. His cock throbbed against my tongue. “Fuck, lovely.”

His bliss washed through me like a warm wave. My own body tightened in response. My cunt clenched. My ass flexed around the plug—

A white-hot pulse of pleasure shot through me, spreading, tightening, bursting. I choked on his cock as I came again. I shuddered and cried and writhed against Luc’s hold on my wrists. My eyes rolled back. Everything inside me cracked open—

I think I blacked out.

When I blinked through the bliss, Jules had slowed the roll of his hips, thrusting once, twice more. With a long, sated sigh, he pulled his cock from my mouth and released my hair. He dropped that hand down my face, across my cheek. The gesture was so like the one Luc had made moments ago.

Gentle.

Intimate.

My lashes fluttered.

Rolling his head back, Jules brushed his lips across Luc’s. “She was perfect, darling. Thank you.”

A part of me preened at the praise. I tried to drown it with shame and guilt, but it kept rising, floating through me. I couldn’t stop it, not buoyed by the soft waves of pleasure flowing through the soulbond on all sides.

Luc’s voice cut through the haze. “But was she perfect?”

That certainly stopped it. The Conqueror had spoken, the ever-calm authority. My stomach dropped. My shoulders curled, even as Luc still held my wrists.

What an idiot. Of course I wasn’t perfect. Of course I had failed—

“Open your mouth.”

I blinked up. What? Luc brushed my chin, tilting it up before he tugged at my jaw.

I didn’t resist.

My mouth popped open.

Both of their luminous eyes dropped to my parted lips. Stars. They were checking if I had swallowed Jules’s cum. Heat rushed from my cheeks to my chest, but I slackened my jaw. Letting them see. I had obeyed. I had swallowed every last drop of the King of Dawn.

Luc grunted in satisfaction. “Good girl.”

I shuddered.

Luc released my jaw and my wrists. My bones collapsed. I went slack on the rug at their feet, utterly spent. Through hooded eyes, I watched Luc squeeze Jules’s ass. The King of Dawn nipped at his lips in response.

Luc pulled back and turned away, strolling toward the sofa with his usual unhurried ease. He passed over me, his shadow falling across my trembling form. I couldn’t see his movements, but I sensed him lean over—

A firm tug. An obscene slide.

A sharp gasp tore from my throat as he pulled the plug from my ass. I released a humiliating yip before I could swallow it down.

Jules chuckled. “Is that also for me?”

Luc hummed as he examined the glistening toy between his fingers. “Later.”

With a flick of magic, the plug vanished from his hands, cleaned and tucked away in his pocket. Luc continued to the sofa and dropped back onto the cushion. A king reclaiming his throne. He raised an arm along the seat’s backrest, taking up the same position he had earlier. But this time, his cock wasn’t hard and waiting. It was soft, glistened with my bloody lust.

He smoothed his tousled doublet, lacing his trousers with maddening ease. “Where is she?”

I pushed up onto a shaky elbow and stared. She? Who was—?

Oh.

Oh shit.

Oh fucking shit.

My mother.

Jules fastened the buckle on his trousers with a click. “I left her near the door with Estrella and Tristan.”

Wait. Wait. My brain froze. “Outside the door?”

“No, lovely. In the library.”

I stopped breathing. My face flamed. My mother—the woman I hadn’t seen in nearly twenty years—had heard Luc fuck me. Had heard me scream and whimper and moan. Had heard Luc’s instruction as I gagged on Jules’s cock.

Part of me wanted to jump to my feet and glance across the length of the library. The other, larger part wanted the rug to swallow me whole.

I settled for scrambling for my gown, tugging it over me like a shield.

Jules fished something from his pocket. With a lazy flick of his wrist, he tossed it at me. My rolled panties landed on top of the dress.

I gaped at Jules.

He winked. “Saved those from Luc for you.”