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Chapter Eighteen

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I waited on my knees with my gaze on the rug and my dick wetting the front of my loose trousers. I wore nothing else. Tanyl had provided nothing else. He’d dressed me as he wanted. Probably, I should have been grateful for the clothes—not that I was under any impression I’d wear them for long.

Sylvie waited next to me, the scent of soap and riverthistle drifting from her. We faced a single, empty chair positioned before the hearth, which crackled with a cheerful fire. We’d arrived together, both of us flushed and breathing heavy, and we’d settled before the chair without speaking. We both knew it was for Tanyl.

Just as we were both for Tanyl.

But Sylvie was for me, too, even if just a little bit. And that knowledge was a wet, throbbing ache, like my whole body was a beating heart.

She was so beautiful it hurt. I’d eaten my fill in the dining room, but I wanted to devour her, something wolfish inside me desperate to push her to the ground and gorge myself on her beauty.

Which was probably why Tanyl had ordered us to wait together. He dangled us in front of each other and dared us to touch. Ordered us to our knees knowing we’d do it. Knowing we’d stew in humiliation because we were both ravenous, wolfish things.

Although, Sylvie didn’t look the part. She looked like a goddess in a sleeveless chemise so thin it was transparent. Her cream-colored hair streamed down her back. Her shoulders were smooth and round, her skin kissed by golden firelight. My dick throbbed, and I tore my gaze away.

The chamber was as beautiful as the rest of the manor. The night sky glittered with stars through large mullioned windows. A thick rug spread under my knees. The bed was large and draped with dark curtains. The sight of it had dried my throat when I entered.

Then I’d spotted the chair. It wasn’t a throne but it might as well have been, its owner missing but nevertheless dominating the space.

Had Tanyl’s servants placed it in front of the hearth? Probably. They’d set up the room to his specifications the same as they’d arranged the chamber where I stripped and bathed.

And I’d readied myself for him, making use of the items tucked discreetly next to the towels and soaps. Tanyl had described their uses in Saltvale when he spoke of his travels in the Summer Court. He’d whispered in my ear as he took me apart, telling me all about the bathhouses where men and women took their pleasure without shame or regret.

Plenty of shame hung around me now. But no regret. I couldn’t make myself believe I regretted getting on a horse and riding to Storm’s Hollow, the same as I couldn’t convince myself I regretted following Tanyl to the festival.

Sylvie shifted, and I had to look at her. I had to, my gaze pulled by want and greed.

“Are you all right?” I asked quietly.

She turned from the fire, and her beauty twisted in my guts like a knife. She nodded. “Are you?”

“I…don’t know.”

Her sea-colored eyes were clear, her expression steady. “We can stop.” The fire popped, but she didn’t flinch. Just kept her eyes on me. “We can stop any time we want to.”

“I don’t want to,” I said, the confession a thread of sound.

She smiled, and another tendril of connection spooled between us, one end forming an anchor in my heart. “Neither do I.”

The door opened, and cool air caressed my back. Soft footsteps lifted the hair on my nape, and then Tanyl’s deep voice stroked down my spine.

“Oh, this is just as lovely as I imagined.”

My dick pulsed as he stood behind us, his gaze like a brand on my back and shoulders. More footsteps, followed by the brush of fabric on my shoulder. Warm fingers circled my throat, and I sucked in a breath as Tanyl’s palm covered the front of my neck. He tugged, pulling back and up, and I rose to my knees to keep from choking.

He bent me backward until I was forced to tip my head back to meet his eyes. My spine bowed, and I didn’t need to look to know my erection tented the front of my trousers.

Tanyl smiled as he squeezed my throat. “A beautiful pair,” he said softly, and it took my muddled mind a second to realize he spoke of Sylvie and me. “My beautiful pair.”

A choking sound scraped from my throat. But breathing didn’t matter. Not when he looked at me like he wanted to eat me whole. He flexed his fingers, cutting off the last of my air.

“What should I do with you?” he mused. I couldn’t answer, couldn’t think past the pressure of his fingers on my throat and the desire pooling hot and thick in my groin. My lungs burned, and my vision darkened at the edges. Just as shadows began to creep toward me, he released his grip.

I sank back onto my heels, my chest heaving. A wet circle spread over the front of my trousers.

Tanyl circled me and went to Sylvie, curling a finger under her chin as he gazed down at her with glittering eyes. Their sigils glowed. Silhouetted by the fire, they were exquisite together.

“My good little wife,” Tanyl rasped, tipping her chin higher. Her nipples were rosy shadows beneath her chemise. “Did you follow my instructions?”

Her swallow was audible in the quiet chamber. “Yes, my lord.”

Tanyl flicked a knowing smile my way. “Both of you?”

My face burned. “Yes.” I dragged in a breath. “Yes, sir.”

Pleasure bloomed in his blue eyes. “Then I can do whatever I want with you, can’t I?”

Answers stuck in my throat. I closed my eyes in acquiescence and hoped it was enough. His soft huff of laughter sent more humiliation and desire twining through me. I sensed him move away, and when I opened my eyes, he stood before the chair.

He’d abandoned his merchant’s disguise for simple but elegant court clothes, his tight leather trousers molding to his thighs and the bulge between his legs. His dark blue jacket stretched over his broad chest. Leather boots climbed to his knees. He’d tied the upper half of his hair back. The rest streamed over his shoulders like honey. Waves and cranes glowed blue around his throat.

“So many options,” he said, settling in the chair. He curled his long, elegant fingers around the arms, and my heart sped up.

He studied us with glittering eyes, his head wreathed by the fire. My body responded to his scrutiny, a flush creeping up my chest to my face. When he focused on Sylvie, it was like the sun disappearing behind a cloud.

“Come here, Beauty,” he ordered softly.

Sylvie rose in a fluid motion, the sheer chemise clinging to her curves as she stepped between his legs. Tanyl pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him, and he smoothed his hands up her thighs until the chemise bunched around her waist, baring her ass. He ran his hands over both rounded cheeks and then dug his fingers into the muscle.

He did all this mere feet away. Close enough for me to hear the rasp of his skin against hers. Close enough for me to crawl forward and press my lips to his fingers or Sylvie’s curves. But I stayed put, aching and miserable, my dick wetting my trousers.

Sylvie gasped and squirmed on his lap as he pulled her cheeks apart, giving me an unimpeded view of her pink asshole and the plump, glossy lips of her sex.

“Should I fuck you here?” Tanyl asked, slipping a hand between her cheeks and running a finger around her hole. As her moan soaked the air, he tilted his head enough to meet my gaze. “Or should I fuck Briar?”

Sylvie moaned again, her hips shifting as Tanyl sucked his finger into his mouth and then returned it to her hole. He worked his finger in and out of her ass, thrusting a little deeper each time. Every rock of her hips gave me glimpses of her weeping pussy and swollen clit. Blood rushed in my ears, and the wet spot spread on my trousers.

Eyes on me, Tanyl placed a soft kiss on Sylvie’s shoulder. “Or should I be a gentleman and let Briar have your cunt while I take his ass?”

I’d known it was coming, but the declaration still knocked the breath from my lungs. My cock jerked, and I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering if I might actually come in my pants just from this. From him .

“He likes that idea,” Tanyl said, and I blinked my eyes open to find him smiling indulgently at me as he fingered his wife’s asshole. Another delicate kiss on her shoulder. “What do you think, Beauty?” He plunged his finger deep, and his voice went rough as she cried out. “Do you want Briar’s big cock inside you while I fuck him from behind?”

“Yes!” Sylvie gasped, riding his finger. Her hair swayed, and her chemise shifted higher. Her asshole stretched around Tanyl’s finger. Arousal coated her puffy lips and pouting clit. It smeared Tanyl’s wrist, her juices glistening on his sigils.

“That’s the right answer,” Tanyl growled. He slid his free hand up her back, tangling his fingers in her hair before pulling her down for a kiss. Their mouths met with ferocious hunger, and I couldn’t have looked away even if a hundred Scarrok spilled into the chamber. Tanyl continued playing with her hole, stroking and prodding the muscle as she writhed in his lap.

My body responded, every wicked thrust of Tanyl’s finger echoing between my cheeks. I clenched my jaw against the need to squirm with Sylvie as memories of his possession flooded me.

On your knees, Father. But I’d done a lot more than kneel for him. Gasping on my stomach in the dirt, I’d whined and begged and snapped my vows in half the same as he’d snapped my reedwhip. I’d abandoned everything, giving myself to him completely.

And Perun forgive me, I was doing to do it again.

Tanyl broke off the kiss, and he gave me another indulgent smile as he kneaded Sylvie’s ass. “You look lonely, Briar. Do you want to come over here?”

A question, not a command.

My throat closed around any response I might have made. Want and shame warred within me, the second fueling the first. I managed a nod.

Tanyl put his hand near his knee, his fingers curling in a beckoning gesture like someone might summon a dog. “Come here, then.”

Ah, there was the command—unspoken but clear as a shout.

Crawl.

I scrambled forward, earning a rug burn on my knee.

“Stop,” he ordered, and I froze. “Remove the trousers first.”

A pitiful whimper spilled from me, and my heart raced as I complied, awkward on my hands and knees. Tanyl watched me shed my trousers like he meant to write about it later—like he memorized every twitch and bob of my leaking dick for posterity.

“Good boy.” He snapped his fingers. “Come.”

Nude, I crawled forward again, the rug soft beneath my palms. When I reached him, he motioned for me to rise. Then he stopped me with a foot in the center of my chest. My heart beat so rapidly he must have felt it even with the leather between us.

“Take the boot off,” he said softly, shifting Sylvie to his opposite knee.

My balls tightened as I obeyed. Moisture glossed the tip of my dick, which was as red as the flush that stained my chest. When I finished, Tanyl proffered the other foot, and I repeated the task.

“Now the stockings,” he murmured.

I pulled them off, and some deeply buried instinct urged me to dip my head and kiss his instep.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his eyes flaring wide. They narrowed just as quickly, and he lowered his foot and stroked it over my shaft.

My hips bucked, and my mouth fell open, breathless, wretched noises spilling from me. His eyes burned as he held his foot steady, letting me rut against him like a mindless animal.

“Look at him, Beauty,” Tanyl murmured into Sylvie’s ear, and I shuddered, shame and arousal twisting in my gut as she looked over her shoulder. She gazed at my groin with blue-green eyes, her teeth making divots in her plump bottom lip.

“He’ll do anything right now,” Tanyl said, rubbing his toes over my balls. I whimpered at the loss of friction on my cock, and he chuckled. “My slut. Aren’t you, Briar?”

“Yes,” I rasped. Sweat prickled under my arms. I clung to my control, biting back the urge to buck my hips under his foot.

Tanyl’s lips curved, and his sigils glowed more brightly, the waves and cranes as blue as his eyes. “Such a good slut. A good boy, and so honest.” He returned his foot to my cock, but he pressed down on my length, pinning my shaft in the furrow between my thighs. “Honesty deserves a reward. Don’t move.”

I held my breath as he turned his attention back to Sylvie. He claimed her mouth in another deep, possessive kiss. And he kept his foot on my dick, denying me friction. Keeping me in place like I might get up and run away even though we both knew that would never happen. He broke the kiss long enough to pull the chemise over Sylvie’s head and toss it to the floor.

Now, she was as bare as I was, the sweet curve of her lower back as erotic as her breasts or the glistening folds between her legs. Tanyl twisted her hair around his fist and then tugged her head back, and he met my stare as he sucked at her neck.

My erection throbbed under his foot. Arousal leaked from my slit and wet my thigh. Sylvie’s moans rose above the crackle of the fire.

“Do you want her pussy, Briar?” he asked against her neck. “You loved it the last time I let you have it.”

“Yes, sir,” I croaked, my voice barely audible. Impossibly, my cock swelled under his foot, blood pounding down my shaft.

Tanyl smiled, his face cruel and beautiful. “You’re still new to it. Maybe you need more instruction first.” He removed his foot, and a sob caught in my throat at the loss. It broke free when he shifted Sylvie so she straddled his lap again. He lifted her easily, and he used one hand to unfasten his trousers and free his cock. It jutted upward, thick and flushed, the head glistening. Then he gripped Sylvie’s waist and eased her up.

And I saw her. I saw everything, and I died a little because I couldn’t have it. Not just yet. Not unless I was very good. But, fuck, it was hard to be good when the hunger inside me thrashed and screamed. My mouth watered, and my vision fixed on Sylvie’s slick cunt opening around Tanyl’s cock. She wobbled slightly, rocking her hips back, her ass and pussy splayed wide inches from my face. Her scent grazed my nostrils. Pink stretched and opened—a lush, wet mouth I wanted to taste and fuck. Tanyl’s cockhead disappeared. He and Sylvie moaned together as she sank down.

Pain shot through my lip. As the tang of blood filled my mouth, I realized I’d bitten it.

“Are you watching?” Tanyl asked, meeting my gaze. He thrust gently, sinking Sylvie lower on his dick. “You’re paying attention?”

It was another twist of cruelty, and it went straight to my dick. “Yes,” I rasped.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? To feel her wet heat squeezing you like she’s squeezing me? She’s tight, Briar. Do you remember?”

“Yes. Yes, sir.”

Sylvie trembled, the ends of her hair brushing her ass. He bounced her on his dick, and she cried out, her breasts shuddering. The chair creaked. Tanyl squeezed her ass, holding her cheeks apart as she rode him harder. The slick sounds of her pussy and the slap of her skin against his filled the chamber. The puckered opening between her cheeks gaped slightly, another pink, gasping mouth stretched by his finger. She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his jacket as she matched his pace.

“I need to come,” she gasped. “Let me come.”

“Go ahead.”

She plunged a hand between her thighs. I couldn’t see much from my angle, but I didn’t need to. The thick, wet sound of her fingers on her clit were enough to make me dig my teeth into my lip again. Pain licked through me, sharp and sweet, and I moaned as Sylvie keened.

Tanyl held her while she convulsed, and he murmured praise, his eyes dark blue slits and his fingers white on her hips. When she sagged against him, he pressed a kiss to her temple, several more to her neck and breasts. He held her for a long moment before easing her off his dick. In one fluid motion, he stood and settled her on her knees on the floor. Then he sat, thighs splayed like a conquerer, his cock springing lewdly from his trousers. He was hard and wet, his shaft coated in Sylvie’s arousal. He crooked a finger at me.

“Come here and suck.”

Need blasted me as I moved between his thighs. Sylvie’s sweet scent hit me, and I moaned as I closed my lips around Tanyl’s cockhead and sucked hard.

He hissed through his teeth, gripping my hair with both hands. His sigils cast blue shadows on his cheeks. I worked my tongue along the underside of his cock, sucking and licking every part of him I could get my mouth on.

“That’s it,” he rasped, using his grip on my hair to control my movements. “That’s my good boy. All the way down.”

I opened wider, breathing through my nose as he pushed deeper. His cock hit the back of my throat, and my eyes watered, but I didn't pull away. Sylvie’s salty-sweet arousal mingled with his taste as he leaked over my tongue. He held me like that, his cock stuffed down my throat, his thick head cutting off my air. My vision wavered and my jaw ached, but I held steady, my gaze locked with his. Drool slipped from the corner of my mouth, and still I held, tasting him. Tasting his wife.

“You take me so well,” he said, his voice softer, almost reverent. He drew a shuddering breath, his eyes drifting shut. He shuddered, and wonder spread through me, the knowledge that I’d shaken him its own kind of pleasure.

Fire licked at my lungs. A tear slipped down my cheek, and Tanyl sucked in a breath. He pulled out, letting me gulp air, and his fingers were gentle as he caught the tear and lifted it to his mouth. He sucked it from his fingertip, and I leaned forward and kissed the leaking slit of his dick.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice like gravel. Gripping my hair, he pushed roughly into my mouth. “You make me want to hurt you so much.” Hands tight on my hair, he fucked my mouth with measured thrusts, his cockhead nudging the back of my throat.

My erection swayed, swollen and throbbing. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I gagged and coughed around Tanyl’s thrusting dick. Sylvie was a hazy presence at my side, her regard whipping my need higher. Everything was so high, the three of us floating near the ceiling.

He kept that pace for a few moments, giving me deep, brutal thrusts. The wet, fleshy sound of his dick tunneling in and out of my mouth warred with his harsh breaths and the creak of the chair. More drool spilled down my chin. I clenched my fists so I wouldn’t reach for my cock and spoil everything.

“Enough,” Tanyl growled, and pain fired across my skull as he jerked me off his dick. I shuddered, my jaw aching. For a second, I couldn’t close it. Then Tanyl cupped my chin and dragged his thumb along my bottom lip. “You’re so pretty when you cry.”

I panted, aching and graceless, my cock a miserable weight between my legs. I’d floated before. Now, everything was heavy.

Sylvie made a soft sound, and I couldn’t look at her. It was hard enough to look at Tanyl when I was dizzy with want.

“On the bed,” he said. “Both of you.”

Somehow, I got to my feet. I staggered across the chamber, the path to the bed nothing but jumbled impressions of big, dark furniture and fuzzy candlelight. I crawled across cool sheets, and then Sylvie was there, guiding me on top of her with gentle hands. Her hair spread over the pillows like spilled cream. Pink nipples brushed my chest, and pink lips parted above a rounded, stubborn chin.

She was so beautiful. I must have said it aloud, because her eyes softened and her gentle hands swept my hair back from my sweaty forehead.

“So are you, Briar,” she said quietly. “I want you inside me.”

No one told me no , which was fortunate because I’d reached my limit. I shook as I sank into her, and her pussy was as perfect as the first time. Blazing hot. Tight and wet. So fucking tight. My balls pressed against her heat. I pulled back so I could see where I entered her, all that pink gloving my dick. The hunger inside me roared, urging me to thrust. I squeezed my eyes shut, my control splintering.

The bed shifted under new weight, and a large hand pressed between my shoulder blades. Tanyl delivered the no I’d foolishly thought I escaped.

“Not yet, Briar.”

I cursed, the expletive loud as it ripped from my aching throat.

His amusement hovered somewhere over my shoulder, which he squeezed before trailing his hand down my spine. “Now, that’s not very nice.” The bed dipped again as he moved behind me, and I turned my head, catching a glimpse of lean, naked muscle and a teasing smile.

He grasped my hips and drew me more fully onto my knees. I slipped halfway out of Sylvie, still thick inside her. Before I could get my bearings, Tanyl palmed my ass cheeks and pressed me wide. Cool air caressed my hole. A second later, warm, slippery heat coasted over it.

I jolted at the sensation. Firm, slick pressure circled my opening, and I gasped, going to my forearms on either side of Sylvie’s head. She touched my cheek and murmured soft, soothing words. But it was as if she spoke a language I’d never heard. Speech was beyond me, my senses tuned to the fingers holding me open and the hot tongue probing and teasing my asshole.

Every flutter and caress sent lightning up my spine. Every firm thrust forced more raw, helpless sounds from my throat. I rocked against the tickling muscle, and the searing vise around my cock squeezed more tightly.

Tanyl thrust his tongue inside me, fucking me with it. Licking me from the inside, every wet probe deeper than the last.

“Gods!” I cried, caught between two poles of pleasure.

The slippery heat vanished, quickly replaced with a slick finger.

“They won’t make you come,” Tanyl said, squeezing my ass as he pushed his finger deeper, setting off a burn that made the pleasure recede. “But I will. I’m your god now, Briar.” He grazed the spot the melted my spine, and I clenched around him as pleasure roared back. I gasped, too lost to protest his blasphemy.

Sylvie drew me down, and she slid her arms around my neck as she pressed her lips to mine. I moaned into her mouth, and I sucked at her tongue, tasting her sweetness as Tanyl added another slick finger. He must have coated them with oil. The burn fired again and then dissolved into pleasure. Sylvie’s breasts mashed against my chest. Her riverthistle scent surrounded me. She surrounded me, her pussy strangling my dick.

And Tanyl fucked my ass with his fingers, every slippery thrust nudging the place inside me that made colors burst behind my eyelids.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, jerking my hips. “Oh, fuck.”

“Good boy,” Tanyl rasped, pumping deeper, his fingers in my ass making wicked, scandalous sounds. His chest brushed my back as he leaned over me and spoke in my ear. “Open for me. Show me how much you want it. That’s right.” He thrust his fingers deeper. “Now squeeze me. Let me feel what this pretty pussy is going to do to my dick.”

Pleasure lashed me, and I tore my mouth from Sylvie’s and buried my head in her shoulder, my hoarse cries muffled against her neck. My body obeyed Tanyl’s scandalous command, my passage gripping him. Sylvie’s sex gripped me, and it was too much to endure, the pleasure twisting into pain.

“Please,” I croaked. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Tanyl withdrew his fingers, and the emptiness was a punishment more thorough than any he’d ever given me. Before I could mourn my loss, the blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance.

“Breathe,” he ordered, gripping my hips. “Good boy. Now, bear down.” I obeyed, and he pushed forward, stretching me. Possessing me, the burn spreading again like wildfire rushing over a forest. He was going to burn me to ashes, but I needed it. Gods, I needed it. When he was finished, I’d rise from the ground, scraped cleaned and made into something new.

Fingertips stroked my jaw. “Look at me, Briar,” a soft voice whispered, and I opened my eyes and saw Sylvie.

She was luminous under me, her eyes bottomless depths of ocean green. “Stay with me,” she said, her lashes sweeping down as she looked at my mouth. “Stop going away. Stay right here.”

On your knees, Father.

At the Citadel, the Rivven had little regard for Perun’s wives. We worshipped Perun, revering the river god. But his rivers only flowed so far. They split, becoming something smaller but just as powerful, ribbons of water carving distinct furrows in the land.

“Stay with me,” Sylvie murmured, meeting my gaze again. She moved beneath me, setting the pace for all three of us. Anchoring us.

“More,” Tanyl said behind me, and he moved too, sinking deeper. His cock slid over the place where I wanted him, and pleasure bloomed hot and thick. It spread through my veins and moved my hips, and then I was fucking myself between them. Fucking Sylvie as Tanyl fucked me, the three of us rocking in a current of gasps and sighs.

Sylvie moaned, her lashes fluttering and her pussy clamping hot and tight on my cock. Tanyl thrust deeper, pushing me into her. His balls nudged my ass, and his cock speared me, stretching me until I had no space of my own. I moaned and rocked between husband and wife, a holy fire searing my soul.

“Mine,” Tanyl growled, thrusting harder. His thighs slapped mine. He dug his fingers into my hips. His cock punched into me, shoving me fast and hard toward a finish I couldn’t fight.

On your knees, Father.

But it had never been like this. Never like this.

“So tight,” Tanyl rasped, thrusting faster. “How was I ever supposed to forget this?” He drove me deeper into Sylvie, who arched beneath me, her sweet cries filling my ears.

Tanyl draped himself over my back, his weight pressing me deeper into Sylvie. His lips brushed my ear as he shifted his angle, his cock striking my sweet spot like a hammer. “Come for me, Briar. Come inside my wife.”

The command broke something loose in me. My release chewed through me, and I screamed as I came. Sylvie cried out, her body arching as she followed me over the edge, her pussy spasming as I pulsed inside her.

Tanyl kept fucking me, his fingers tight on my hips as he delivered swift, punishing thrusts. His balls smacked my ass in stinging swats and then he drove into me with a final brutal thrust and bellowed his release. His cock pulsed in my ass, and wet heat flooded me.

For several heartbeats, we remained locked together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breathing. Awareness returned slowly, like candles flaring to life one by one. Sylvie stroked my hair. Tanyl rested his forehead on my shoulder, his breath coming in hot, rapid bursts against my skin.

At last, he pulled out, and he maneuvered us swiftly, arranging us so Sylvie and I faced each other in the center of the bed. He slid behind me, his damp cock against my cleft. Sylvie snuggled closer, and the heady scent of riverthistle invaded my lungs as she tucked her body against mine. My chin rested on the top of her head. Her hair tickled my nose. I should have moved.

But I didn’t. I breathed her in. And when Tanyl kissed the back of my neck and murmured “sleep, Briar” it was the easiest order I ever obeyed.