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She nodded. Then she met my gaze over her shoulder.

“Don’t stop,” she ordered, her voice like smoke.

I knew from experience that her throat had undoubtedly taken a pounding from Dain’s cock, but she didn’t look bothered by it.

She looked gorgeous, her lips swollen and her eyes dark gold with lust. She rolled her hips back, and my cockhead nudged between her lips. Slick, searing heat engulfed my tip.

“Fuck,” I grunted, digging my fingers into her hips. The last of my control vanished, and I pushed inside, filling her in a single thrust.

My breath left me in a rush. For a second, I thought I’d died and landed at the feet of the gods. Tight, perfect heat gripped me from root to tip.

When I could speak again, I leaned over her and spoke in one delicate, tapered ear. “I am going to fuck you so hard, Princess. You have no idea the kinds of things I’d do to feel this pussy on my dick.”

She shivered, her lashes sweeping her cheeks as I nuzzled her ear. “Nikolas…” she whispered. “Please.”

“Please, what?” I whispered back, beginning to thrust. We moaned together, both of us panting. Dain remained on his knees in front of her, watching us with burning eyes as he worked one big fist up and down his spit-soaked shaft.

“Harder,” Ezabell answered. “Fuck me harder.”

As if I could have stopped. Not with her pussy sucking at my dick.

Biting at her neck, I snapped my hips, driving into her over and over.

Sending her to her forearms as I delivered deep, thorough thrusts.

The slap of my thighs on her ass echoed in the chamber, joining our mingled moans and gasps.

My balls tightened. Pressure built at the base of my spine.

Just before I lost it, I reached under her and found her clit.

She shattered with a cry that might have been my name, her pussy spasming around my cock. Pressure burst inside me, and I bellowed as I thrust hard and filled her up. Bliss crashed through me, stealing my vision.

“Gods above,” I rasped, my muscles shaking as I slumped over her back. Her pussy continued squeezing me, her inner muscles milking every last drop of seed. Heart racing, I pressed my lips to her shoulder.

And then Dain was next to me, his big hand pulling me back. My cock slipped free from Ezabell’s body with a wet sound that made all three of us groan.

“My turn,” he rumbled, turning Ezabell onto her back.

She was sex personified as she sprawled on the rug, her nipples poking toward the ceiling and creamy seed dribbling down her thigh.

Her hair had slipped from its knot, and it spread around her head like a shimmering midnight river.

She gazed up at Dain with undisguised hunger.

Slowly, she let her legs fall wide in invitation.

“Come here,” she whispered, reaching for him. He settled between her thighs, his weight braced on one forearm as he took her lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

She arched beneath him, then hooked her legs around his waist. Still kissing her, Dain reached down and notched his cockhead against her opening. His ass flexed as he pushed inside.

Ezabell’s pleasure-soaked moan went straight to my cock.

It was my turn to sit on my knees, one hand on my plumping dick as I watched Dain fuck her.

The knowledge that he pushed my come deeper with every thrust made the pressure inside me build all over again.

And when the thick squelch of their coupling filled the air, I knew I was going to ruin the innkeeper’s rug.

Dain’s hair fell around his shoulders, the golden strands brushing Ezabell’s face. She speared her fingers through it as she tightened her legs around his back.

He stared down at her, his hips snapping and the powerful muscles in his ass flexing as he fucked her.

“Yes,” she gasped, arching into him. The blush in her cheeks deepened, pink staining her creamy skin. Her toes curled as she dug her heels into his powerful back. “Oh gods, Dain, right there.”

Magic flared again, the golden light raining sparks like the firecrackers that lit up the city on the king’s birthday.

Dain and Ezabell gazed at each other with wonder in their eyes.

Power built between them, light bursting every time Dain plunged inside.

Ezabell’s tits bounced. The muscles in her sleek thighs tightened as she cradled Dain’s body between her legs.

“So fucking beautiful,” I rasped, stroking myself faster.

Ezabell’s eyes found mine through the steam. She stretched a hand toward me. “Come here, Nikolas.”

I didn’t hesitate, scrambling over the damp rug. When I reached her, she wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked.

“Fuck,” I panted. “Fuck!” My heart pounded. Blood pounded in my dick. Maybe the whole room pounded, everything fast and hard and throbbing. My head spun, and my hips jerked. Dain looked up, his gaze fastening on Ezabell stroking me.

He groaned, his rhythm faltering. “Gonna come,” he gasped, then he slammed home with one final, powerful thrust. He threw his head back as he spent himself deep in Ezabell’s pussy, his roar ringing in my ears.

Ezabell tightened her grip on my cock as he shuddered through his release. When he appeared to catch his breath, she turned her head and locked gazes with me, her eyes blazing with hunger.

“Get back inside me, Nikolas,” she breathed, tugging at my dick.

Surprise and lust parted my lips.

“Do it,” Dain growled, pulling out and collapsing beside her.

Lifting onto one elbow, he hiked one of her thighs to her chest, putting her pussy on display.

Our combined seed spilled from her, creamy rivulets drizzling over glossy pink.

She was soaked from her clit to her asshole, the evidence of our possession smeared over her sex.

Clumsy with desire, I slid between her legs and pushed into her welcoming heat. She was impossibly slick now, her pussy drenched with seed and her arousal.

“So fucking wet,” I groaned, pumping my hips.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, moving with me. “Please don’t stop.”

I couldn’t have stopped if the inn was on fire. Her pussy gripped me. The wet, wicked sound of her sodden, well-used cunt spurred me faster, higher. Sweat dripped from my face. Dain grabbed her jaw and seized her lips in a fiery kiss. We fucked together, bodies and boundaries blurring.

And when Ezabell came again, Dain and I went with her, the three of us tumbling into a thick well of pleasure. I erupted inside her with a hoarse cry, my head spinning and my shout overlapping Dain’s.

I collapsed onto Ezabell, my heart thundering against hers.

For several moments, the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing.

Eventually, I summoned the strength to roll off her, settling on her other side with a grunt.

The three of us lay sprawled on the rug, our limbs tangled and our skin sticky with sweat.

“Well,” Ezabell said finally, her voice scratchy. “That was unexpected.”

Dain turned his head, the hint of a smile on his lips. “Was it?"

She looked at me. Despite everything we’d done, pink touched her cheeks. “Perhaps not entirely,” she admitted.

Propping myself on an elbow, I traced the outline of a tiny sun on her forearm. “What can I say, Princess? I’m irresistible.”

Dain frowned. “What about me?”

I grinned at him. “You’re tolerable.”

He snorted. “I think the princess would disagree.”

“The princess,” Ezabell said deliberately, “is starving.” She sat up, her nose wrinkling as she stared down at her body. “And badly in need of another bath.”

Steam rolled from the pool next to us. Standing, I offered Ezabell my hand. “Bath first. Then we’ll track down that dinner the innkeeper promised us.”

We bathed quickly, plenty of heated glances passing between us. I teased Dain about washing his hair, then thoroughly enjoyed myself watching him and Ezabell take turns washing each other’s. When they both threatened to drown me, I made amends by fetching the three of us towels.

Wrapped in swaths of linen, we crept from the bathing chamber with our clothes bundled under our arms. Ezabell’s cheeks were still flushed, her eyes bright with laughter. She trailed the scent of jasmine as we made our way to the stairs.

Dain trailed it, too, and I made a mental note to tease him about it later. But I left him alone for the moment, his shy smile warming me more than the bathing pool had. He rested a possessive hand in the small of Ezabell’s back as we reached the landing.

The three of us were so caught up in each other that we nearly collided with the innkeeper as she rounded the corner.

“Oh!” she gasped, steadying a tray of food. Her eyes widened as she took in our linen-wrapped bodies and wet hair. “I, um… I was just bringing you…” She moved her gaze from Dain to Ezabell, her brow furrowing.

“Dinner?” I asked, plucking the tray from her hands. “Smells divine. Thank you for the hospitality.”

We rushed past her, bare feet slapping against the floorboards. By the time we reached our chamber, laughter threatened to burst from my chest. Dain fumbled with the door, and the three of us hurried inside.

The moment Dain closed the door behind us, the three of us collapsed in a fit of smothered laughter.

“I feel terrible,” Ezabell said when she caught her breath. With a glance at the door, she lowered her voice. “That innkeeper thinks Dain and I are brother and sister.”

“She’ll get over it,” I said, inspecting the food on the tray. “Money makes people forget things.” I waggled my eyebrows at her. “Even incest.”

“Nikolas!”

Dain rubbed his jaw, his gaze thoughtful. “We should probably give her something extra for that rug.”

I winked at Ezabell. “Worth every coin.”

She blushed furiously, but she couldn’t hide her smile. As we dressed and settled down to eat, it was obvious that something had shifted between us. Things were easier between us now. But they were also more complex.

And more dangerous.

My argument with Dain lingered, the issue of the sunstone unresolved. Time was a sword hanging over our heads, and despite the assurances I’d given him, I didn’t have a plan.

But my body still hummed with pleasure, and the table groaned with food. A clean bed awaited me. For the moment, my problems could wait, too. They’d still be waiting in the morning, but I was fast. I’d spent a lifetime running. Thinking on my feet. I’d come up with something.

And when a voice in my head tried to whisper that some problems were too big to outrun, I ignored it.