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Ezabell’s eyes went heavy-lidded, the slivers of gold burning against her thick lashes. Her breasts rose and fell faster as she looked between us, clearly not as collected as she’d first appeared.

“Strip,” she commanded, echoing the order she’d given us at the brothel. Only this time, no love potion clouded her judgment. Nothing forced her lust. She was fully in control of her body and desires.

And she desired us.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I asked, my voice dangerously close to cracking.

Hands on the wall behind her, Ezabell lowered her chin. The haughty expression in her eyes was like a second fist wrapping around my dick.

“I’m not accustomed to being questioned, Taniakes,” she said. “Nor do I often make an offer twice.”

My shirt hit the floor before she finished speaking. My breath came in short rasps as I kicked off my boots and ripped at my trousers. Dain did the same beside me, his ragged breaths joining mine.

Within seconds, we stood nude before her, our clothes in careless heaps on the stone.

Admiration shone in Ezabell’s eyes as she looked us over, running her gaze from our chests to our erections.

We were both hard as anvils, our crowns flushed red with want.

She examined us like a queen selecting a stud from her stable.

Humiliation shivered through me, heaping more kindling on the fire in my blood. I gripped my cock at the base and squeezed until moisture welled at my slit.

Ezabell’s lips parted, a delicious little whimper escaping her throat.

“How do you want us?” I rasped.

At last, her composure crumbled. “Here,” she said breathlessly. “Now.”

Dain and I splashed into the pool, sending water slapping against the walls as we descended the steps and waded to her.

I reached her first, sliding onto the ledge and running a hand up her thigh. A groan spilled from me at the first touch of her hot, slick skin, and I buried my face in her throat and sucked at her pulse.

“Ohh…” she gasped, shifting against me. She gasped again when Dain positioned himself on her other side and cupped one of her breasts.

The heady scent of jasmine swirled into my lungs. Her pulse fluttered against my tongue. Under the water, my dick prodded her thigh, every brush of her skin making me throb harder. Cupping her jaw, I dragged my lips from her throat to her mouth, capturing her kiss just as Dain pinched her nipple.

I swallowed her cry, then pulled her more snugly against me as I stroked my tongue over hers. Dain pinched and rolled her nipple, and I drank her moans, tasting mint and honey and something that was hers alone.

She was sweet and spicy, her tongue as hot as the rest of her. And she gave as good as she got, arching into me as she returned my kiss.

When I came up for air, Dain ran his hand down her body and slipped it beneath the water. Ezabell tipped her head back, her lips parting on a gasp.

“Yes,” she breathed, lashes fluttering. She spread her thighs. “Gods, yes. There.”

A flush spread down her neck, pink staining her sigils. Her nipples puckered—the tight little buds too tempting to resist. So I didn’t, bending my head and sucking one into my mouth. I flicked my tongue all around the eager peak, tasting oil and woman.

“Nikolas…” she whispered, shuddering against my lips. “More.”

“Where?” I demanded between flicks of my tongue. “Here?” I thrust my hand under the water. My fingers met Dain’s at her entrance, and I groaned as we stroked over her pussy, our fingers sliding over each other. Over her.

She was slicker than the water, her arousal like hot silk against my fingers. As with everything we did, Dain and I worked seamlessly, giving and taking. Stroking and pinching. I circled her clit. He teased her entrance and then pushed a finger inside her.

Ezabell writhed between us, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “More,” she said, golden eyes fluttering open and then closed as she arched into our touch. “I need…”

“We know what you need,” Dain rumbled, nipping at the tapered point of her ear. She shivered, her legs splayed wide and her hips rolling. Water lapped around her waist.

“Here,” I murmured, stroking the slick rim of delicate skin where Dain entered her. “Take what you need, Princess.” I pushed a finger alongside Dain’s.

Ezabell’s spine arched. Her pleasured cry echoed off the chamber’s walls. She clutched my thigh under the water, her nails clawing at my skin.

“Yes!” she cried, rolling her hips. For a moment, she kept her head tipped back, her eyes closed like she was lost to the world. Then she looked down, her gaze fixed on her splayed pussy and the watery outline of our hands between her legs.

“Oh, gods,” she breathed, shivering. Her pussy clamped hard, squeezing our fingers together. More silk greeted our thrusts.

Ezabell writhed between us, her slender body trembling as our fingers worked in tandem. Her breathing grew ragged, little gasps escaping her parted lips as she approached her peak.

“Let go for us, Princess,” I whispered against her ear. “We’ve got you.”

She tensed, her body going rigid as the orgasm claimed her. A broken cry tore from her throat as she shuddered against us, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around our fingers. Water splashed over the edge of the pool as she bucked and trembled, soaking our hands.

Dain met my gaze, and instant understanding passed between us. Just as she started to come down, we pulled our hands from between her legs.

Dain stood, his engorged cock swinging against one meaty thigh. In one fluid motion, he scooped Ezabell from the ledge and cradled her against his broad chest. Water poured down their bodies as he carried her from the pool.

“What?” she asked, clearly dazed as she clutched at his shoulders.

Dain carried her to a thick rug near the brazier. He put her on her back, and we stretched on either side of her, our swollen cocks sliding over her hips.

“We’ll get the rug all wet,” she said, her protest melting into a moan as Dain slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked. Her clit peeked from its sheath, the glossy little bud swollen with arousal.

“It’ll dry,” I said, tipping her gaze to mine with a finger on her chin. She whimpered when I kissed her, and she opened eagerly, her kiss even bolder than our first.

My control was a fraying rope as I palmed one plump breast. “I need to taste you,” I said against her lips. “Will you let me?”

“Yes,” she whispered, hips lifting to Dain’s hand. “Please.”

Triumph flared within me as I moved down her body, pressing kisses to her heated skin. Dain read my intentions, helping me guide her to her hands and knees. She gave a soft cry when we urged her to her forearms. When I nudged her thighs wide, her pleasure-soaked moan filled the chamber.

I knelt behind her, aching with need. But the sight before me cut through everything. Ezabell’s body was spread like an offering from the most generous gods. In a flash of clarity, I knew I’d remember it for the rest of my life.

Her ass was perfect, two firm, round globes begging for my hands and tongue. Water dotted her skin. Her pussy glistened between her thighs, her pink folds plump with desire. More glistening moisture pooled at her opening and smeared her inner thighs.

Dain knelt in front of her, his thick chest heaving. As he slid his fingers into her hair, magic sparked between them in a bright yellow flash.

The three of us jerked. Power crackled in the air. Dain stared down at Ezabell, the intensity in his eyes stealing my breath.

“Yes?” he asked softly, cradling her head like she was made of glass. He said nothing else, but she’d obviously learned Dain’s language just as I had because her breathless “yes” came without hesitation.

Dain guided his cock to her lips, groaning when she opened and sucked him down. His mouth hung open, and a look of awe spread over his face as Ezabell bobbed on his dick. Her body rocked between us, firelight glinting on her glistening pussy. The soft, wet sound of her sucking drifted back.

My restraint snapped. Gripping her hips, I bent forward and ran my tongue up her slit. Her taste burst over my tongue, salty-sweet nectar smearing my lips and chin. Jasmine filled my lungs. Ezabell spilled down my throat. I groaned against her pussy, my cock jerking between my legs.

I was never going to get enough. But, damn, I could try. Pressing my thumbs to either side of her pussy, I spread her wide and thrust my tongue inside her.

She bucked against my face, her cries muffled by Dain’s cock. His grunts warred with her wet gurgles and the light smack of my tongue on her pussy. I fucked her with it, thrusting deep into her passage. She squealed on Dain’s dick as she shoved her ass higher, giving me more access.

I took it, growling as I gripped her ass and moved my mouth to her clit. Hot, wet woman surrounded me, filling my mouth and lungs. Her muffled sobs grew louder, her movements wilder.

“That’s it,” I rasped against her pussy. “Show me how much you want it.” Fastening my lips around her clit, I sucked harder.

“Fuck,” Dain growled, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it. “I like the sound of that pussy, Princess.”

Her thighs trembled around me. She was close.

Dain knew it, and he spurred her on with a low stream of filthy talk, telling her how beautiful she looked between us. How she was such a good girl to suck his dick while she got her pussy licked.

She bucked faster, grinding against my mouth. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked hard. She screamed around Dain’s dick, her thighs trembling as she came on my face.

I licked her through it, gripping her hips to keep her steady. When she shuddered and pulled away, I pressed a final kiss to her clit and straightened.

Dain pulled from her mouth as I pressed my cock to her opening. He swiped a thumb under her jaw, wiping drool away. “All right, beautiful?” he murmured, cupping her cheek with his free hand.