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I slumped onto the mattress in Duskfell’s Imperial Apartment, sinking into dark sheets. Deep voices sounded behind me, but I ignored the kings. I was exhausted down to my soul. Every inch of me buzzed with overuse, with venom, with the relentless pulse of the soulbond. My knees ached. My elbows ached. My cunt ached… and tingled, the sensation more satisfied than painful.

Stars, I hadn’t thought I’d survive the trip. I had come so many fucking times. I hadn’t known a body could orgasm that much.

It turned out the roads between Montaurère and Tenebra de Mar had a lot of boulders.

The normally ten day ride had taken thirteen to account for all our breaks . Nearly three days’ worth of fucking. Bent over boulders. Pressed against boulders. Kneeling on boulders.

I had been thoroughly defiled, just like I told Deidre a month ago before the harvest.

A month. How had so much time passed, and yet so little? How had everything changed, and yet nothing at all? I was a witch, soulbound to the Kings of Dusk and Dawn. My pain was gone. The nausea had vanished. Even my exhaustion had dulled, soothed away by venom and pleasure. But my life wasn’t mine. My choices weren’t mine. And it seemed they never would be.

“Ah, fuck , I only made her come twenty-three times.” Jules’s complaint cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to my body. “You win, Lucey.”

The King of Dawn sounded so dejected, I pushed up onto my elbow. My muscles protested the move. Without a strong soothing rune, the pain would’ve been far worse. “What did you win?” I asked softly, somehow both terrified and eager for the answer.

The kings didn’t speak. Not a word. If not for the bond, I’d have thought they were gone. But their anticipation pulsed through me, a steady rhythm of desire and triumph. It filled every corner of my body, impossible to ignore.

A hand wrapped around my ankle.

Oh, fuc—

Luc tugged me to the end of the bed. He gripped my hips and pulled me up until I kneeled on the mattress, my feet hanging off the edge. My breath caught as my breasts brushed the cool sheets through the thin fabric of my gown. I started to press up onto my elbows.

“No.” His voice was a low command, curling in my belly. He gripped the back of my neck and pressed my cheek to the mattress, my gaze facing the empty bed beside me. “You will remember this every time you sleep here in Duskfell.” With his free hand, he drew a rune against my temple. “You’ll remember for all of eternity.”

The stroke of his finger across my skin sent a shiver down my spine. Heat flickered to life in my core, rising with each breath until my nipples tightened into aching peaks. I didn’t understand how I could still want more after the last thirteen days. “Luc—”

Something warm wrapped around my wrists. Daemium shadows from the bed’s towering headboard. They tugged my arms until they were stretched straight above my head. The darkness slithered between my limbs, binding me tight.

When it reached my shoulders, it curled around my throat, replacing Luc’s grip at the back of my collar. They squeezed gently, a greeting and a promise. My gasp came out choked.

The mattress dipped as Jules dropped onto his back, flinging an arm over his head with a theatrical sigh. The sound was full of mock defeat, but it didn’t hide the hunger rising in him. “What about me, Lucey?”

“You lost,” Luc said simply, pushing my skirts around my waist. My panties slid down my legs to my knees. I bit my lip as early summer air brushed my bare ass, as soft as Luc’s appreciation. “You watch.”

“But—”

Luc shoved a finger into me. Brutally. Intoxicatingly. I cried out as he sank into my wet heat, until a cold silver ring bumped against me. Jules’s pupils dilated, swallowing what little gold remained in his gaze. He licked his lips.

“Yes, Julien?”

“Nothing, darling.” Jules reached for his trousers, his erection straining against the hardened leather. “Pretend I didn’t say a thing. Pretend I’m not even here.”

“No.”

Jules froze, hand on his buckle. “Lucey.”

“You’re not coming in your hand,” Luc said. “You’ll come in our wife when I’m done with her.”

“That’s not fair,” Jules said with a pout. “When I had her first, I didn’t stop you.”

“That was your mistake.”

Jules sat up, only his hand remaining in my direct line of sight. “It was a gift.”

Luc slowly pulled his finger out of me. “And what have you done to deserve a gift from me, dearest?”

Jules shuddered, the movement trailing down his arms. “What do you want me to do to deserve a gift?” he asked huskily.

“I want you to watch.” Luc slid two fingers into me. I moaned. “You won’t touch yourself or our bride.” But this time, he didn’t wait. He pumped his fingers in and out of me. “And when I’m finished, if you were a good boy, you can sink your cock into this tight,”—he slammed his fingers—“soaked cunt,”— ohh —“of ours.”

My hands clenched in the sheets as Luc mercilessly fingered me. I couldn’t hold in my whimpers. Heat flushed through my body, my face. I arched, cheek and chest sinking into the silk of the mattress.

Luc hummed. “See what you missed in your greed? Our little witch’s first cries in this bedchamber.”

“Shit.” A second later, Jules dropped back onto the mattress, locking his hands behind his head. Those black eyes focused on me.

I clenched my fists in the sheets at the intensity of his stare. I don’t know why it intimidated me. Jules had witnessed me in much more compromising positions in the month since we met. But the weight of his want made it hard to breathe.

While I knew the King of Dawn’s body well now, I still didn’t know him . We hadn’t talked much beyond the superficial on our journey between cities. The kings were holding themselves back from me, ever since I tried to run.

And I’d been holding myself back from them, too.

“I can almost feel her thinking,” Jules said, gaze flicking up to Luc. “Are you sure you don’t need help?”

“No.” Luc pulled out, then pulsed four fingers into me. Stretching me. Filling me.

My eyes rolled back as he buried his hand in me to the knuckle. “Ohh—”

My cry cut off as the shadows tightened around my throat. “Did you hear that, bride? Julien thinks I need help. You’re going to beg for my cock, aren’t you?”

The heat in me burned higher and higher with each pulse of his hand. After coming so many times over the past week, I recognized the climb toward the peak, staring over the edge into bliss. And Luc was forcing me there, the path inevitable.

I wouldn’t need to beg at this rate.

Jules clicked his tongue. “I don’t know. Our wife feels like she’s going to come soon to me. And I don’t hear any begging yet.”

Luc swiveled his hand, rubbing his fingertips against my sensitive walls.

Then he pulled his hand out of me.

And didn’t thrust it back in.

I tried to twist my head, but the shadows didn’t let me turn far enough to glare at the King of Dusk, standing smug behind me. Stars, I needed him. The ache was unbearable now, pulsing with every heartbeat. I writhed with it, helpless in the grip of need.

Thoroughly defiled and thoroughly addicted . Their soothing runes, coupled with their venom, made me never want to experience anything else but this bliss again.

A snap of a buckle sounded behind me.

Luc’s hands settled like iron bands around my hips. The thick head of his cock brushed through my wet center. I shuddered.

But he didn’t move forward, taking me with one thrust like I knew he could. He waited, rubbing the tip of himself through me.

I swallowed and tried to shuffle back, but his hands dented my ass, holding me still.

“Obey your king, bride. Or I’ll fuck that mouth of yours… and neither you nor Jules will come tonight.”

“That’s not fair.” Jules rolled closer to me until his breath brushed my lips. “Beg him, lovely. I need to come inside you tonight. You won’t deny me that, will you?”

My world became those dark eyes, edged with gold. The hands on my hips. The crown of the Conqueror’s cock, sliding through my slick heat—

I yelped when he ran the head of length over my clit. Oh, fuck. My breath came out in heavy pants. Luc wasn’t joking when he said he wanted me to beg.

And I would break.

I always broke.

I wasn’t strong enough to resist either of them. This was my fate, my eternal cage.

Still, I bit my lip, refusing the words.

Jules grinned.

But the bright sight was quickly overshadowed by a dark growl. The shadows around my arm started pulling me upward.

“Very well,” Luc said. “It’s about time I fucked that mouth of yours.”

I jolted. Despite all the sex in the last week and a half, I hadn’t had Luc in my mouth yet. Maybe it was because of the flash of terror that zapped through me at the very thought. I could barely take him in my cunt. How was I supposed to fit that long, thick, pierced length in my mouth?

“Please.”

Luc stiffened behind me. The shadows stopped pulling me up. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me. Please make me come.”

He hummed, unimpressed. “You can do better than that, little witch.”

My cheeks burned. I didn’t care. “Please fuck me, Your Majesty. Only you can make me come. Only you. Please, please, please—”

Luc growled low behind me. He grabbed my hips and yanked me backward. My word turned into a moan as the King of Dusk buried himself inside me in one brutal thrust. I stretched around him, my body expanding, welcoming him.

Jules closed the distance between our lips and kissed me. He swallowed the rest of my cry, his tongue dominating mine, taking what he wanted.

Luc slid out, then pulsed back in. His piercings rubbed against all the right places. I shuddered, screaming out, the sound swallowed by Jules.

Yes, this was right. This was perfect. All three of us, body in body in body. It didn’t even matter that our thoughts, our feelings, our hearts weren’t aligned, not when we were together like this.

Luc stoked the heat higher and higher in me. Jules swallowed my every yip. They claimed every inch of me until I was a mewling mess.

I tugged against the shadows holding me tight, but my arms and head didn’t move. Couldn’t move. All I could do was feel, tears trailing my cheeks as the Conqueror fucked me into his mattress and the Butcher devoured my cries.

Oh.

Stars.

This.

Was.

Everything.

Jules pulled back, pausing until our noses brushed. His cock strained hard at his trousers. His tension thrummed beneath my pleasure, Luc’s pleasure. Their desire had grown from a tickle to a simmering heat in my senses.

“Flip her,” Jules rasped.

Luc grunted, not losing his rhythm. “You don’t command me, Julien.”

"If you’re set on torturing me, and you know that’s my specialty, flip her over. Show me those beautiful, bouncing breasts and forbid me from touching them."

“Hmm.”

Then my back hit the mattress. I gasped—a sound that turned into a squeal as Luc hooked his arms under my knees and plunged back into me. My arms were still bound above my head, but my entire body jerked on the bed, the movement rippling through me.

Jules groaned, eyes locked on my chest. He unlaced the top of my gown and peeled it down, exposing me for a better view. His arousal surged, the tension in my belly growing.

The Conqueror towered over me, flawless, golden-brown muscle flexing with every thrust. He watched me through lidded eyes. Those glowing shadows pierced through me in the dim runelight.

Oh, stars, I was going to come. I needed to come. Luc pounded into me, filling me to the hilt, every thrust a demand my body couldn’t deny. Each ram of his hips forced a moan from my lips. He drove me painfully high, but I still wasn’t crashing.

Just teetering on the edge. The bliss I craved hovered just out of reach.

Then he pressed his thumb to my clit, circling with ruthless intent. The heat in me burned from the inside out.

“Are you resisting your king, little witch?”

“No,” I whimpered instantly, obediently.

Luc’s thumb worked faster. “Then come for me.”

“I can’t.” I wasn’t holding back. I wasn’t trying to fight it. What was the point?

But even with magic soothing my nerves, my body was broken. Always broken, forever and eternally. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to lean into the fire, to soak in the bliss that only grew with every thrust.

“Suck her nipples,” Luc grunted out.

My eyes flashed open, just in time to catch Jules’s delighted grin. “You mean it?”

“Julien,” Luc growled, “fucking take her into your mouth and make her scream. I want to feel her grip my cock.”

Jules dropped his head to my aching breast. He sucked one pink bud between his lips, his tongue piercing grazing around my flesh. His hand found the other, rolling it gently, teasing just enough.

The slightest touch knocked me over the edge. My body clenched. My cunt seized tight around Luc’s cock. I screamed, the sound torn from my throat as that thick, pierced length rubbed inside me, raw and perfect. Luc’s thrusts turned erratic—

“Fuck,” Luc growled as he came. I shuddered and moaned as he spilled inside me. Another torrent of pleasure washed over me. His muscles tightened, his brow furrowed, his whole body bowing with the force of his orgasm.

I shuddered helplessly beneath him, wholly his. No man but Jules would ever come this deeply within me. It was a claiming fuck, Luc marking me as his possession in his bedchamber, in his castle, in his city, in his Impire. If the Conqueror had his way—and he always did—this is where I’d remain.

His little bride, safe and warm and naked in the heart of the monsters’ lair.

Luc pulled out of me with a wet pop. His cum rushed out, staining the sheets below. The King of Dusk dropped my thighs—

Jules was suddenly naked and on top of me, straddling my hips as his elbows rested near my head. “My turn!”

I yipped in surprise. Jules lunged down and caught the sound with his mouth. His hips dropped, his weight settling on me and sinking us deeper into the mattress. He hooked his fingers into my skirt and yanked it up, baring me in a second.

The shadows binding my hands dissolved when he tugged my gown off, only to wrap around my limbs again a heartbeat later, holding me tight.

He dropped his chest to mine. I gasped as his skin brushed me, my nipples rubbing against his muscles.

With a nip to my lips, Jules slid into me. My body didn’t offer any resistance, not when I was slick with my desire and Luc’s seed.

Jules shuddered as he sank deep, the echo rippling through Luc and me. “Fuck, yes —”

The shadows around my arms pulled. They dragged me out from under Jules, my sweat-slicked body sliding easily across the silk.

Jules hit the mattress. “What the fuck, Luc?”

The King of Dusk was already reclining against the headboard pillows, a glass of dark amber liquor in hand. The shadows tugged me back until I pressed against his chest, cradled between his legs.

Jules went still, crouched at the end of the bed. Wide-eyed, we both watched as the shadows spiraled down my body, coiling around my legs.

With the daemium, Luc hooked my legs over his, spreading me wide and open for Jules. Like that first night, the night they made me their Mortal Bride and the soulbond runespell activated. We’d all passed out before Jules could fuck me on top of Luc.

Luc took a calm sip of his brandy. Amusement curled beneath his control, his satisfaction dark and commanding. With his free hand, he gestured down at my body. “Continue, Julien.”

The thrill that surged through Jules nearly made me gasp. He scrambled up the bed, nearly slipping in his hurry. He kissed my calf. Kissed my knee. Kissed my clit, hesitating for a moment as he circled the aching bud.

I jerked against the shadows holding my arms back and around Luc’s neck. The King of Dusk hummed, a rumbling growl. His thick length hardened beneath me, pressing against my ass.

But Jules couldn’t wait, couldn’t tease me. Not this time. He crawled up my body, trailing kisses along my soft stomach, over my breasts, across my collarbone.

He claimed my lips as he thrust into me.

Bliss burst inside me. Inside him. Inside Luc. I cried out, but the sound came out muffled.

Luc had fucked me possessively, intensely.

Jules fucked like a savage, his movements hard, reverberating through my entire body. Through Luc’s entire body. With each pulse into me, the King of Dusk’s cock slid between my ass cheeks. His breath huffed in my ear, as loud as mine, as loud as Jules.

I barely heard it over the wet slap of our bodies. My fists clenched in Luc’s thick curls, the only thing the bed’s shadows let me touch. I held on as Jules claimed me with everything he had.

Jules broke the kiss. He twisted my nipple between his fingers and nibbled at my chin. He was too much, too everywhere. All I could do was scream.

“Stars, Nessa,” Jules groaned. “I can’t believe I get to fuck you for eternity.”

I sobbed. “Jules!”

He slid his hand between my ribs, across my soft stomach, through my wet curls, to my aching bud. He pressed against it just right—

Luc tossed his glass of liquor aside without a care, gripped a fistful of my hair, and claimed my mouth.

Jules groaned at the sight. He circled my clit faster and faster, his thrusts never stopping.

I screamed into Luc’s kiss as another orgasm tore through me, sudden and staggering. My nails sank into his scalp, anchoring me as my body convulsed. Ecstasy exploded outward from that single point of pressure, crashing over me in wave after wave. I shook, hips bucking, thighs trembling, every nerve alive and burning.

A wet gush spilled down my thighs.

I stiffened. Stars, had I just… had I…

Jules pushed off me, breath catching as startled excitement crackled through him. His cock was still rock-hard as he drank in the sight of my release dripping down the curve of my ass. My cheeks flamed. The heat rose all the way to my ears, but my thighs kept trembling, my body too overwhelmed to feel shame.

Luc glanced over my shoulder, his possessive gaze on my quivering cunt. A hungry growl rumbled in his chest. He released my hair and reached down between my legs, dragging a finger through the mess I’d made. I shuddered when he touched me, still overstimulated.

He pulled his finger away, glistening with my pleasure.

Stars, I had just soaked the sheets.

“Fuck, yes,” Jules all but hissed, wrapping a hand around his cock. He stroked himself once—

Jules’s body snapped taut, his spine bowing as he came with a strangled groan. His seed spilled across my belly in thick, hot ropes, streaking my skin. His head dropped back in bliss.

A second later, Luc followed, letting out a ragged growl as his cock jerked against my back. I felt the heat of him splash across my spine.

I was filthy, stained, sinful.

I didn’t fucking care.

I couldn’t.

Every part of me pulsed. The flood of their pleasure rushed through the bond, almost making me come again with them. My thighs trembled from release, my core spasming weakly around nothing. I was shaking, my limbs boneless from too many orgasms.

Jules pushed back onto his heels with a groan and raked a hand through his blond locks, turning them into a halo of wild white-gold. His lips parted in a lazy, wicked grin. “Again?”

Again? The word made no sense. It reached my ears but didn’t stick, slipping through the haze of bliss blanketing my brain. My thoughts floated.

Luc sat up. I slid down his chest, my cheek grazing the sticky heat of his skin. “Again,” he agreed.

I didn’t have time to protest. If I even wanted to protest. Jules flipped me onto my hands and knees. My arms trembled, barely catching my weight. I blinked blearily at the King of Dusk.

“Again?” I asked, slurring the word like I was drunk on the kings.

Luc smirked and reached to steady my chin, tilting my face toward his. His dark eyes gleamed with hunger.

“Until you pass out, wife.”