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My back arched, a scream splitting my lips. The sound joined the chorus of pleasure and death around me, a harmony of ecstasy and violence. I gripped the grass beneath me, scrambling until I found a root. I curled my fingers around it, desperate for an anchor.

But Luc didn’t move. He just held there, stretching me wide, keeping me filled and trembling. I writhed on his cock, trying to force friction. His piercings pressed into my inner walls, but I couldn’t get him to nudge.

“Who do you belong to, wife?”

The word sent a thrill down my spine, brutal and undeniable. My nerve endings tingled, sensation dancing across my skin. “You?”

His hands dug into the groves at my hips, holding me effortlessly. “Was that a question?”

I shook my head quickly, nearly whimpering with need.

“Say it.”

“I belong to you.”

“And?”

A wet gurgling sound reached my ears, followed by the King of Dawn’s soft chuckle. My stomach turned. Shame and arousal tangled in my gut. I hated the answer, especially now, but it was the truth. “Jules.”

“Good girl.” His hands squeezed as his thumbs kneaded over my hipbones. “And whose name will you shout as I fill you with my seed?”

“Yours.”

He grinned. Not cruel, not kind. Certain. He brushed his mouth across my calf. His tongue flicked out, wetting my skin. I froze, mesmerized by the motion. He sucked my flesh into his mouth—

Shadows swirled from his incisors, forming sharp fangs.

He withdrew his cock, then bit down just as he thrust forward.

I dug my fingers deeper into the dirt as ecstasy tore through me. It struck down my legs like lightning, tightening my cunt, squeezing my clit, twisting at my nipples. The world blurred into white. I shuddered in Luc’s grip.

He slammed me forward to meet his next thrust. And his next. And his next. With every move, he sunk deeper and deeper, claiming more of me, body and soul.

Working me open.

Undoing me.

Stars, it was terrible.

Stars, it was perfect.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed another mouthful of my blood. The suction alone made my cunt clench, pleasure spiking to a peak. I shuddered in Luc’s grip. His name burst from my throat, raw and ragged. “Luc—ah!”

Tension corded the king’s neck. His thrusts turned deeper, harder. He sucked down one last pull of blood before his tongue flicked out, sealing the wound with a soft swipe.

But his hips didn’t stop.

He branded me with his cock.

My hands trailed up my belly, trembling, as if I could feel him through my flesh. I stared between my thighs. Where Luc buried his thick cock within my tight cunt, the length of him disappearing into my dark curls only to come out glistening wet.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

My breath caught. I was enraptured, fascinated.

His .

Luc’s gaze darkened as he watched me watch him fuck me.

A shadow settled over me. I didn’t care. The forest could burn down around me. All the councilors, guards, and courtiers could watch, as long as Luc keep fucking me raw.

“Lovely.”

I tore my gaze from between my thighs, from the mesmerizing rhythm of Luc’s body claiming mine. Jules crouched at my head, his white-gold hair a wild, tangled crown. Blood painted his skin, his tunic undone nearly to his navel.

His gaze dragged over my body, slow as a caress. Those black-gold eyes devoured every jiggle of my breasts with Luc’s thrusts, every pant from my lips, every twist of my hands in the dirt.

Luc slid his hands up my calves. His fingers hooked under my knees. With a jerk, he spread me wider. His next flick of hips thrust his cock deeper. A desperate wail escaped my lips. With every quick pulse, my cry grew wilder.

Luc fucked like he fought.

Mercilessly.

My hands tore the root beneath me from the ground. My head scraped against the dirt with his next brutal thrust. My arms scrambled outward, reaching for something, anything, before I floated away on a wave of bliss.

I met the warmth of a bare ankle.

Jules’s ankle.

My gaze locked with the King of Dawn’s at the touch. My fists tightened around his ankle as I dug my heels into Luc’s back.

With his next thrust, I pushed into the movement.

Our bodies slammed together. Jules’s pupils swallowed the remaining gold. I moaned. Luc released a deep grunt, his fingers denting my thighs.

The King of Dusk’s rhythm turned punishing. He increased his speed, his strength, but my legs locked and I matched his pace instinctively.

The soulbond matched his pace instinctively.

It guided my hips.

It screamed in delight.

It didn’t care if Luc fucked me until I broke.

Each cry from my lips became a breathless whine. We went from Luc fucking me to us rutting on the ground, a desperate, hard dance. I’d be sore for days, but I didn’t care.

It felt amazing .

Jules licked his bloodied lips like a man starved.

The sight was the final straw. I pushed over the edge, falling into a waterfall of desire that crashed through me, unstoppable. My legs twitched in Luc’s grasp as I flailed and shuddered, the tension exploding out of me in waves. My cunt clenched greedily on the King of Dusk’s cock, sucking him deeper, desperate for more. My hands tightened on Jules’s ankle, nails digging into his skin. I held on as stars burst behind my eyes, blinding and endless.

I never wanted to come down.

I didn’t think I could.

With a roar, Luc followed me into the wave of bliss. His hot seed shot deep inside of me. The force of his pleasure slammed into the bond, flooding me with heat. It poured through every frayed nerve ending, addicting and overwhelming.

He didn’t release my legs, but my entire torso slackened into the dirt. My lungs dragged in the air like I’d been running for miles. My solid bones now resembled little more than puddles. The night sky flickered and spun above, silver stars wheeling as the world kept moving, even though I couldn’t.

Then Jules dropped to his knees. “I want to fuck her ass.”

My eyes widened. He couldn’t—Luc had even pulled out yet. He hadn’t softened, either, still thick and hard inside me. I didn’t know how my eyes could widen further, but they did.

Jules’s lips twisted into a cruel smile, promising mind-numbing pleasure. “If we want to fuck you all night, witch, we will.”

The soulbond didn’t flinch at the words. It purred. Welcoming. Greedy. As if this was what it had been building toward all along.

Luc wrapped one hand around my throat and settled the other at my hips. He pulled me up. I gagged, unable to breathe for a second. My chest slammed into his. My nipples brushed the soft fabric of his doublet, already painfully sensitive.

His dark eyes became my whole world, his lips an inch away.

My heart thundered. My body trembled. My cheeks flushed. Out of everything, that was what embarrassed me? Not that I was being shared between two vampire kings in the middle of a bloody death orgy in the woods.

Not that the dead thrall lay a few feet behind Luc, her body covered in slashes, her neck torn out, her face frozen in terror. I hadn’t even noticed when she’d stopped screaming.

Not that a dozen witches and thralls were being fed upon in the trees around me. Their moans. Their cries. I couldn’t tell which were pain and which were pleasure.

No, none of that. Only the King of Dusk’s dark eyes.

Jules’s bloody chest pressed against my back.

The head of his cock brushed my asscheeks—and settled at the tight ring of my asshole.

Cold sweat broke over my skin. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Every instinct screamed. Stop, continue, fuck me, claim me, fill me.

My eyes widened. “Jules—”

“No.” His hand drew a small pattern across my lower back. A rune of some kind. “What did you think would happen when you trapped yourself in a soulbond with the Imperium? That you wouldn’t ride both of our cocks?”

“I didn’t—”

Jules shifted his hips. The head of his cock pressed into me, stretching me slowly. An ache flared up my spine before the soothing rune dulled it.

Oh, stars .

The kings had been preparing me for this, but the plug Luc had used on me in the library was minuscule compared to Jules’s cock. And Luc was still inside my cunt, stretching me open.

I was already full. I couldn’t take more. I shouldn’t have wanted more.

But stars help me, I did.

“We showed you mercy I didn’t think either of us were capable of,” Jules murmured in my ear as he pressed deeper and deeper into my ass. “You were so soft, so delicate. The perfect prey.”

I didn’t know! But I couldn’t speak the words. I could barely breathe. I tried to squirm away from the pressure, a whimper catching in my throat.

Luc’s hands clamped down on my ass, holding me still. “That ends now. You’re a witch. Demon blood runs in your veins. Your body can withstand us taking you whenever and however we want.” His gaze flicked over my shoulder. “I want to hear her scream.”

Jules gripped my hips and thrust into me, seating half his cock in one smooth strike.

I squealed, literally squealed, my entire body tensing. Pain shot through my core before the soothing rune washed it away. The pleasure followed like a wave, cruel and hot, licking at the edges of my shame. My hands tightened around Luc’s forearms.

This wasn’t going to work. They wouldn’t— couldn’t —both fit.

I continued to squirm upwards, trying to ease the pressure, but I couldn’t escape their grasps. “I can’t… it won’t fit—ah… I can’t.”

“You can.”

“And you will right now,” Jules said, giving his hips a quick thrust.

I shrieked as he sunk deeper. My vision flashed. My eyes watered.

In three hard pulses, he seated himself fully.

My vision waved as my nerves tingled. I went slack in the kings’ arms. They speared into me—Luc in my cunt, Jules in my ass—forcing me to stretch around the impossible. My body tensed, trying to fight it. Trying to accept it. Trying to survive it.

Luc brushed my chin. “Stay with us, witch. We’re going to fuck you now.”

“You—ah!” Jules’s hand wrapped around me, sliding between my stomach and Luc’s chest. He lifted me slightly, freeing me from their cocks—

Luc’s fingers dug into my hips as he rocked me back down.

The kings invaded me together. A whining gasp escaped me. My body convulsed. My vision shattered like glass. I thrashed as fire tore through me. The ecstasy was exquisite, unbearable, laced with pain their magic kept washing away. Before I could adapt, they withdrew—

—and slammed back in, deeper.

A scream ripped from my throat.

“That’s it, lovely,” Jules grunted. “You can take us. Cry for us. I want—uh—to hear every sob wrung from your lips as we claim your ass and cunt.”

I dropped my head with a shuddering cry. It was too much. Too much sensation. Too much pleasure.

Too much them .

My arms and legs went limp. The kings fucked me up and down their lengths, a rhythm so punishing and precise it stripped me of thought.

My world narrowed to their cocks.

Jules’s hands bruising my hips.

Luc’s fingers digging into my ass. His dark eyes holding me prisoner, just as he and his soulbound did my body.

Blood slicked my back from where Jules’s tunic brushed me, streaks smearing across my skin with every thrust. My hair clung to my temples with sweat, tangled from the dirt and the gore.

They had finally claimed me. All of me.

Every stroke wrung a cry of ecstasy from my lips. My fingers dug into muscled forearms as I screamed. Oh, fuck. Stars forgive me, I had never felt anything this perfect and terrible at once.

I whimpered, trying to arch again, but their hands held me immobile. But I could move my legs. I wrapped my thighs around Luc’s hips and pulled him to me, calves pressing to the curve of his ass. The shift made the three of us moan as the kings’ angles changed.

But they didn’t miss a thrust. Our bodies moved in sync, led by instinct, by the soulbond, by a dance I didn’t know but felt in my bones.

My breaths tore out in ragged gasps. With their next thrust, the sound broke into a pitched moan. I slumped back, head resting on Jules’s shoulder. His chest slid against my back, slicked with blood and sweat.

He huffed, the profile of his face near impassive but for the fire burning in his eyes. “Are you enjoying this, witch? Being fucked by Imperium?”

“This was what you wanted, wasn’t it?” Luc reached up, Jules’s hand taking his place at my hips. He twisted roughly at my nipples. “There’s a price to accessing our power. You’re ours forever. This is your eternity, Nessa.”

My breath caught. The word hit deeper than it should have. Eternity. As if they weren’t just claiming my body, but my future, too. My fate.

No escape. Not today. Not ever.

I should’ve been terrified. My body shuddered, betraying me.

Luc chuckled. “You like the sound of that, don’t you? You’re such a good little slut for us.”

Something twisted in my chest at his words. Slut . I hated that he called me that, hated that it thrilled me. That it made the bond purr and the heat in my core spike. It wasn’t love, but it was possession, and some traitorous part of me bloomed under it.

I wanted to spit in his face.

I wanted to deny it.

I wanted to snarl that I wasn’t their anything.

But my body arched between them, already begging to come. The bond surged in response, greedy and overwhelming. It didn’t care about shame. It only cared about being claimed.

I buckled as my orgasm tore through me like a storm finally breaking, violent and blinding. My muscles locked around them, trembling. My fingers dug into Luc’s back, anchoring me as my spine bowed and the starry sky split open behind my eyes. I screamed, a raw, wordless cry that wasn’t just pleasure, but something deeper.

I wasn’t just climaxing. I was breaking. Coming apart.

The bond howled its delight.

It pulsed with triumph, flooding every nerve with ecstasy. This was what it had wanted all along. Both kings inside me, claiming me completely. Not just flesh, but soul.

I felt it in them, too. Their pleasure. Their possession. Their satisfaction. It was too much. Too overwhelming. Too perfect. I hated it. I loved it. I didn’t know who I was under the weight of it.

I wanted to sob.

I wanted to beg for more.

My cunt clenched around Luc, my ass around Jules, as the bond burned through all my resistance and left only one truth.

I was theirs .

Their bodies tensed around me, their thrusting turning wild. With a groan from Luc and a moan from Jules, the kings came together, filling me with heat.

Jules threaded a hand through Luc’s hair, leaned over me, and claimed his soulbond’s lips in a kiss. Their bodies crushed me, smooth skin and gleaming muscle wrapped in velvet, pressing into my soft flesh.

My pleasure thrummed not only through my body, but through the bodies surrounding me. I came so hard I think my soul left my body.

My soul was outside my body, divided in three.

It hurt to be ripped into pieces.

It was euphoric to finally be whole again.

The kings released me as one, freeing me from their softening lengths. I slumped, sliding down their bodies. Neither king stopped me from collapsing to the grass at their knees.

I dug my nails into my palm and breathed, praying not to float away. Jules’s hot seed dribbled down my leg, mixing with the damp of mine and Luc’s pleasure. Blood stained my chin, my neck, my back. I was soaked in cum and sweat, filthy and oh-so-satisfied.

Everything blurred around me. I floated blissfully, the aftershocks of my orgasms a bobbing tide. Around me, the forest echoed with the sounds of dying. Screams. Moans. Gurgles. Pleasure and death, so tightly tangled I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. The kings didn’t care.

And neither did I.

Soft hands slid across my hips, up the curve of my stomach. Jules flipped me onto my back. My shoulders rested against Luc’s hard torso.

My legs were spread. The cold air on my cunt sent a shock through my system. I jerked in Luc’s arms. He held me down. He probably didn’t even notice, my movements were so weak.

Jules licked along my inner thigh, his tongue slow and reverent. He stopped just shy of my wet heat, circling the throb of my femoral pulse.

"Jules, I—eh…" My brain couldn’t even form words. Every thought had melted.

His dark eyes flicked to mine. Luc’s grip tightened. Moonlight caught the glimmer of shadow-tipped fangs—

And Jules bit straight into my thigh.

My world exploded into an instant orgasm. I screamed. I thrashed. I prayed to every godstar that’d listen for mercy, for deliverance. My body couldn’t take this.

With a deep pull, Jules lapped at my skin, devouring every drop of blood. My clit and cunt tingled at the sensation.

The world went darker. For a second, I thought I’d passed out. But it was just Luc leaning over me, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. He scraped his teeth against the oversensitive flesh as he cupped one soft, heavy mound. I shuddered and twisted—

Luc’s fangs sank into my breast.

The waves crested again. I drowned in the depths of exquisite pleasure. My back bowed, my body seized, my throat ripped open with a cry I didn’t recognize as my own.

But even as my body shattered, a scream built in the back of my mind, raw and furious. This isn’t me. This can’t be me. Not the girl who curled up with books. Not the one who hid in the shadows of her shop. Not the human sacrifice who once swore she’d never want this.

The bond devoured the scream whole. It turned horror into heat. Turned fear into fire. Turned me into something unrecognizable. I was unraveling, all dissolving into the dark.

And it felt so fucking good.

The world went dim, my limbs numb. All that existed was fangs and blood and shuddering pleasure swirling through my soul, whole once again.