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SYLVIE

O ne of my husbands spanked the other.

The sharp cracking sound was unmistakable as I neared the bedchamber. The door was open a sliver. I paused, one hand on the wood, and peeked in.

My breath caught at the wicked sight before me. Tanyl sat shirtless in a high-backed chair at the foot of the bed. His hair was tied back, and his thighs were spread.

Briar sprawled facedown across his lap. Golden afternoon sunlight played over his nude body, which was flushed and straining. His ass was bright red. His face might have been, too, but he’d buried it in his forearm. Tanyl pinned the other arm in the small of his back.

“I told you to count,” Tanyl said. His hand flew.

Smack.

Briar gasped, his hips jerking. He moaned, and the sound went straight to my aching center. Moisture pooled between my thighs as I held my breath, not daring to move. I didn’t want anything to make them stop.

Smack. “Too slow,” Tanyl growled.

“Twelve!” Briar cried, squirming on Tanyl’s knees. Tanyl had struck harder that time. His handprint was a vivid outline on Briar’s muscular cheek. He spread his legs, and he rolled his hips, his gasp muffled by his arm.

Tanyl gave a smoky sounding laugh. “You are so easy.” He cupped Briar’s ass, and Briar jerked hard, obviously bracing for another blow, but Tanyl merely stroked, his palm rasping against Briar’s cherry red skin.

Briar whimpered. He turned his head toward the door, and I stepped to the side, my heart racing. When neither man called me out, I eased back into place.

“What did I say would happen if you disobeyed me again?” Tanyl asked, his voice deceptively gentle as he slipped his hand lower and cupped Briar’s balls.

“I-I…” Briar shuddered, and his squeezed his eyes shut. My guess was right—his cheeks were flushed.

So were Tanyl’s, although not nearly as much. But I knew the signs. The tightness around his eyes. The slightest sheen of sweat on his brown. His pupils were dilated, his nostrils flared. He was close to losing control.

“Answer me,” he demanded, and he did something that made Briar cry out.

“Punished!” he gasped. “I’d get punished.”

“Mmm,” Tanyl said. He adjusted Briar on his lap, rocking his body so Briar’s ass faced the door more fully. As Tanyl traced a finger down Briar’s cleft, I forgot how to breathe.

A dark blue jewel winked between Briar’s cheeks, the facets throwing a thousand tiny rainbows on the carpet. Tanyl had plugged him. It wasn’t the first time. But this was a surprise.

“It’s not your fault,” Tanyl said, fondness in his tone as he delved his fingers deeper. Still pinning Briar’s wrist to his spine, Tanyl used his free hand to push gently on the plug. Briar moaned like he was dying, and Tanyl spoke over him. “I can’t expect you to control yourself when you wear my plug. But you know you need permission to come, yes?”

“Yes,” Briar said on a moan. He spread his legs wider, his toes curling as Tanyl continued playing with the plug. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Tanyl sighed. “I’m sure you are.”

Smack. I jumped, my heart pumping faster. I hadn’t even seen Tanyl move.

Briar arched, his breathing ragged. “It won’t happen again.”

“I’m not sure I believe that,” Tanyl said. “You look so pretty with your jewelry.” He pushed on the plug, and he and Briar groaned in unison. “I think next time I’ll put a tail here. That would be something to see, wouldn’t it? Maybe a fox tail swishing between these pretty cheeks.”

I dug my teeth into my bottom lip. Moisture soaked my underskirts.

“Please,” Briar whispered, his voice ragged with need.

Tanyl patted his ass, and his voice was kind as he said, “Please, what? Don’t plug your hole with a tail? You know what to say if you want to stop.”

Briar shook his head. “No, sir.”

“No, don’t plug you with a tail, or no, don’t stop?”

“Don’t stop, sir.” Briar shuddered. “Please, I need to come.”

Tanyl hummed, his expression thoughtful. Then he sighed. “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.” He brought his hand down. “Count,” he ordered.

“Thirteen!” Briar cried.

Tanyl continued raining blows, the smacks coming before Briar could call out the number. Fourteen…fifteen…

Twenty.

Briar clenched his ass with each smack, tightening around the plug. Their labored breaths and masculine moans soaked the air.

By twenty-five, Briar was sobbing, his muscles rippling as he absorbed the blows. Sweat glistened on his shoulders. He reared up, giving me a glimpse of his straining cock. It was as red as his ass, the tip dripping onto Tanyl’s thighs. Tanyl delivered his hardest slap yet, and Briar slammed his hips down, the tendons in his neck going taut.

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t tear my gaze from the spectacle. I was soaked between my legs, my pussy swollen with need. I pressed my thighs together, a moan in my throat.

Tanyl shoved Briar from his lap. Briar tumbled to the carpet, ending up on his back. His cock stuck straight up, and his chest heaved as he stared at Tanyl with so much lust and devotion it was almost painful to behold.

Tanyl ripped his trousers open. His cock sprang free, thick and dark with blood. He stood over Briar and gave himself loose, quick strokes.

“You want to come?” he demanded, shuttling his cock through his fist.

“Yes, sir,” Briar whispered, his gaze fixed on Tanyl’s face. “Please.”

“Then make me come first.” He straddled Briar’s shoulders, then lowered himself to his knees so his cock bobbed against Briar’s lips. Tanyl cupped the back of Briar’s head, and Briar opened his mouth wide.

“Good boy,” Tanyl said, thrusting his cock into Briar’s mouth. “That’s it. All the way.”

Sweat trickled down my back. I pressed my knuckles to my mouth to keep from crying out. But, oh gods, I was going to come just from watching them. Briar took Tanyl’s length with practiced skill, his jaw wide and his throat working. His won cock jerked against his stomach as he rocked with Tanyl’s thrusts.

Tanyl fisted Briar’s hair, holding his head in place as he fucked Briar’s mouth. The wet sounds of Briar’s sucking filled the room, punctuated by Tanyl’s deep groans. Just when I braced for Tanyl to buck a final time, he pulled out. His cock glistened with saliva as he jerked himself hard.

“Open,” he barked, and Briar opened his mouth, his eyes wide and glazed with lust. He leaned up, trying to recapture Tanyl’s cock, but Tanyl pushed him down with a firm hand on Briar’s forehead.

“No,” Tanyl said. “You’ll take it on your face.” He stroked faster, his breathing harsh. “Where she can see it.”

My heart stuttered. He knew I was watching. Maybe they both knew.

With a guttural groan, Tanyl came, thick ropes of seed splashing across Briar’s face and tongue. Some landed on his lips, some on his cheeks, stripes of semen lashing his stubble.

Briar moaned, his lashes fluttering as he lifted his head. Tanyl obliged him, holding his cock steady so Briar could swipe his tongue over the slit. And Briar brought his hands up, gripping Tanyl’s waist before running his hands up and down Tanyl’s thighs. Through it all, Briar’s cock bobbed red and neglected between his splayed thighs.

Tanyl smiled. Then he slapped his cock wetly against Briar’s cheek. “It’s naughty to listen at doors,” he said without looking up.

Briar spoke without opening his eyes. “She wasn’t listening. She was looking.”

Tanyl gave him a considering look. “Is that why you were so hard?”

Briar grunted.

I stepped into the room. My nipples were hard points, my breasts heaving as I struggled to slow my runaway heart. But it was no use. I was hot and slick with need.

Both men turned their heads, and two sets of predatory gazes fastened on me. As if they’d planned it, they untangled themselves and got to their feet. Tanyl didn’t tuck his cock away. He left it slumped over the front of his trousers, the tip still wet from Briar’s mouth. Briar wrapped a hand around his own dick, and his voice went smoky as he raked his gaze down my body.

“I’m not the only one who’s been bad,” he said. He looked at Tanyl before turning glittering eyes back to me. “I think you should punish her, too.”

* * *

They were on me before I could blink, their hard bodies bracketing mine.

Tanyl captured my mouth in a bruising kiss as Briar slid his hands down my sides, his fingers nimble on the laces of my gown. Tanyl sucked at my tongue. Then Briar was there, his mouth sliding from the corner of Tanyl’s to mine. The tugging at my gown continued, and I couldn’t have said who undressed me. My need was too great, my mind spinning with lust as Briar thrust his tongue deep, feeding me the salty taste of Tanyl’s release.

My clothes disappeared, and warm skin brushed mine. Hands roamed my body, squeezing and pinching. Tracing my curves.

“She’s fucking ripe for it,” Tanyl growled, and a rough hand stroked between my thighs. Fingers brushed my clit, and I sobbed into Briar’s mouth.

He broke the kiss, and stormy gray eyes flashed as he turned his head and let Tanyl push glistening fingers into his mouth.

Feverish with need, I watched helplessly as Briar sucked my arousal from Tanyl’s fingers.

“Spying is a serious offense,” Tanyl rasped, brushing his lips over my ear. His erection prodded my bare thigh. “What did you see to make you this wet?”

I couldn’t answer. My throat was dry, my pulse hammering as Briar’s fingers replaced Tanyl’s between my legs. He circled my entrance, spreading my wetness up to my clit.

“I think she liked all of it,” Briar murmured. His face still bore streaks of Tanyl’s seed. “Didn’t you, Wife?”

The title made me catch my breath. We’d wed in the temple a month after I killed Crispin, and the passage of six months hadn’t diminished my joy at hearing Briar say it. Not everyone in Storm’s Hollow was pleased about our unusual marriage, although the more time people spent around Briar, the more they liked him.

And, as Tanyl said, “Let them try to unseat us. It’s a lot harder to kill three kings than two.”

The declaration never failed to send shivers down my spine. Tanyl truly saw me as his equal, my thoughts and advice just as important as his when it came to ruling the Spring Court.

But I wasn’t interested in ruling just now.

My husbands backed me to the bed, their hands and lips on my body. My knees hit the mattress, and I tumbled backward. Tanyl followed, caging me with his arms as Briar crawled beside us, his cock jutting proudly.

Briar closed his mouth over my nipple. He swirled his tongue, and I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair to hold him against my breast. Tanyl captured my other nipple, sucking hard enough to make me cry out.

I arched my back, pressing into their hot mouths. My body was on fire, and there was no escape. Just hot, wet pressure and hard bodies. Firm fingers between my legs. Around my clit. Two—or maybe three—fingers circled my clit. Another set pushed into my opening, stretching me. Tanyl nipped at my nipple, giving me the edge of his teeth.

“Please,” I begged, not sure what I was asking for. Just more. All of it.

Tanyl released my nipple with a wet pop. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Please what, my queen?”

“I think she wants to be fucked,” Briar said, his voice rough as he lifted his head from my other breast. He thrust his fingers deeper inside me. “Is that what you want, Wife?”

I nodded frantically, my hips lifting of their own accord. “Please,” I gasped. “I’m going to come.”

“Not yet,” Tanyl said. “Not until I say.”

Briar and I whimpered at the same time, both of us well-versed in Tanyl’s favorite flavors of torture.

In another coordinated blur of movement, the men changed positions. Briar stretched on his back, his head on the pillows. Strong hands circled my waist, and I gasped as I was lifted and positioned over Briar’s hips.

“Come here,” he rasped, his gray eyes gleaming. “Sit on my dick, sweetheart. I need to feel you.”

We moaned as I sank onto his cock, my body so wet there was no resistance. I bit my lip as he filled me completely, his thick cock lodged against my womb.

“Gods, you’re soaked,” he gasped, reaching up to stroke my breasts. He pulled his thighs up, his feet braced flat on the bed. He flicked his gaze behind me, and then he sucked in a breath, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck!”

Tanyl’s chuckle caressed the side of my neck. “I’m definitely giving him a tail next time,” he whispered in my ear. “Would you like that, Beauty?” His hand brushed my ass. From the way Briar jerked and moaned under me, I knew Tanyl played with the plug still lodged between Briar’s cheeks.

“Yes,” I said, the word more moan than actual speech. Gods, yes, I wanted to see Briar with fur brushing his cheeks and thighs. I wanted to see everything.

Tanyl licked my pulse. “Maybe one for you, too, little wife. A matching set for my two pretty pets.”

The image formed instantly in my mind, and I cried out as he pushed me down, urging me into Briar’s waiting arms. My breasts mashed against Briar’s chest as Briar seized my mouth, stroking his tongue against mine.

Tanyl ran his hands over my hips, then my ass. He parted my cheeks, and his mouth brushed my cleft. Then his hot, wet kiss circled the most private part of me.

I moaned into Briar’s mouth, my hips jerking. Briar smoothed his palms down my sides and held me still while Tanyl kissed and licked, opening me with his tongue.

They held me that way, their bodies hard against mine. And the three of us moved together, beginning to find a rhythm. Tanyl gave my hole a lingering kiss before stroking his fingers through my wetness and smearing it around my opening. He probed, testing my readiness.

“Gods…” I gasped, ripping my mouth from Briar’s as Tanyl painted my entrance with my arousal.

“You want this?” he asked, his voice a dark purr. He pushed inside. “Both of us at once?”

I nodded frantically, too lost to speak. Briar’s cock throbbed inside me. Tanyl added another finger, setting off a sweet burn.

“So tight,” he muttered. “Relax for me, Beauty.”

Briar stroked my hair, his lips hot against my neck. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Let him in.”

I whimpered as Tanyl pumped his fingers, pushing my arousal deeper. Briar slipped a hand between us and teased my nipples, pinching and rolling one and then the other. All the while, he murmured encouragement in my ear, telling me I was beautiful and good, my pussy hot enough to make a man do wicked things.

“It’s so pink, Sylvie,” he said, a hitch in his voice. “Sometimes, it’s all I can think about. If I were still a priest, I’d break my vows all over again just to taste it.”

Tanyl moaned, sinking his fingers deeper in my ass. I cried out and thrust my hips back.

“Fuck, Briar,” Tanyl growled, sounding angry. Briar’s soft laughter fluttered over my ear.

“I can’t always let him have all the fun,” he whispered.

“I heard that,” Tanyl said, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. He put a steadying hand on my nip as he eased forward, breaching me. “You’ll pay for it later.”

Briar kissed the corner of my mouth. “Promises, promises.”

Tanyl pressed forward, the slow, controlled glide of his cock forcing a desperate moan from my throat. Unbelievable pressure filled me as his cock slid against Briar’s inside my body, nothing but a thin barrier separating them. It was too much and yet not enough. I clawed at Briar’s shoulders, and I was probably hurting him, but he didn’t flinch.

“Breathe,” Tanyl commanded, his voice strained as he paused, giving me time to adjust. Or maybe he did it for all three of us.

Briar stroked my face, brushing damp strands of hair from my forehead. “That’s it, Wife,” he murmured, his breath tickling my cheek. “Take us both.” He rolled his hips, and I gasped as their cocks moved inside me.

Then Tanyl moved, giving me slow, measured thrusts. Briar followed his lead, and soon they fell into a careful rhythm.

“Yes,” I hissed, squeezing Briar’s shoulder. I wriggled my hips, desperate to grind my clit against Briar’s thrusting cock, but I couldn’t move much trapped between them. But that was its own kind of pleasure, my body locked in place, my pussy and ass stuffed to the blurry edge of ecstasy. It hovered just out of reach, daring me to grab for it.

“More,” I gasped, writhing on their dicks. “I’m close.”

Tanyl gave me harder thrusts, his fingers digging into my hips. “You have to earn it.” The loud crack of his blow against my ass split the air a second before the sting spread over my cheek. “Move,” he said. “Show us how much you want it.”

I pushed back, grinding between them. Tanyl grunted as I impaled myself on his cock. Briar groaned beneath me. I rocked my hips, finding what little space I could to move. Sweat slicked our bodies as they fucked me from both sides, the pressure building with each thrust.

“That’s it,” Tanyl rasped, his voice strained. He spanked me again, and I cried out, my muscles clenching around both cocks. “Good little queen. Good little cunt. Keep going.”

“Yes, my lord!” I cried. Another slap landed, and I bucked between them, ecstasy barreling toward me.

Briar captured my mouth, swallowing my cries as he thrust up and up and up. His hands cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples in time with Tanyl’s spanking. We rocked together, the thick, wet sounds of lust speeding us toward the edge.

We toppled over it together. I went rigid as my release ripped through me, pleasure crashing in thick waves. Briar shouted against my neck as he flooded my pussy with heat. Tanyl followed a heartbeat later, his cock pulsing in my ass.

For a moment, we remained locked together, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room. Then Tanyl eased out, his release trickling down my thighs as I collapsed against Briar’s sweat-slicked chest. Briar’s arms came around me, holding me close as Tanyl stretched beside us. He pushed my hair off my face and stroked my cheek, and he smiled when I shuddered with aftershocks.

“I think you should watch me spank Briar more often.”

Briar’s chest rumbled under my ear as he huffed.

My heart had just begun to slow. Now, it picked up again as nerves fluttered in my stomach. “Well,” I said slowly, “eventually, I might have to stick to watching.”

Tanyl stilled his fingers on my cheek. “Why?”

Briar had gone still, too, and he frowned at me as I lifted my head. The nerves in my stomach turned into a thousand butterflies. I’d rehearsed this in front of the mirror, but all that practice hadn’t prepared me for facing two confused, concerned men.

“I’m pregnant,” I blurted.

Both men froze. They stayed immobile for so long that I sat up. Were they…unhappy about it?

“Are you serious?” Tanyl breathed finally.

I nodded, one hand going instinctively to my stomach. “Completely serious. I’m about four months along. I waited to tell you because?—”

Briar’s whoop cut me off. He shot upright, and he started to fling his arms around me, only to stop cold, a look of horror on his face. “Perun protect us all, we shouldn’t have fucked like that!”

I couldn’t hold back my smile. “It’s all right. I’m not made of glass.” He still looked stricken, so I cupped his cheek. “We’ll probably have to take it easy over the coming months, though.”

Tanyl pulled me into a hug, and his voice thickened as he buried his face in my hair. “A child,” he whispered, tightening his arms around me. When he pulled back, tears ran down his face. He reached over and took Briar’s hand. “Our child.”

Understanding lit Briar’s eyes, which quickly went misty. “Our baby.” He swallowed, then leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I hope it’s a girl who looks just like you.”

Tanyl nodded, love shining in his eyes. “The Queen of Spring,” he murmured. He leaned forward, brushing his lips over Briar’s before capturing mine in a gentle kiss. He spoke against my lips, love and reverence in his voice.

“That’s perfect.”

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