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Chapter Ten
Stella
“Next time?” I repeat, my voice breaking. “How many times will there be?”
Not exactly the sexiest response, but I don’t think anyone could blame me. I’m giving myself a pass considering I was just thoroughly kissed by both of the men I’ve been fantasizing about since I accidentally spied on them from the study. There’s a sudden lack of blood flow to my brain for reasons .
“Many,” Marek answers, his voice dripping with promise before his mouth is on mine again, demanding and possessive.
This is really happening.
The moment Marek’s lips leave mine, Valen takes over, spinning me around to face him. His hands settle on my waist, grounding me while his blue eyes burn into mine like twin storms. My chest rises and falls in quick, uneven breaths, the lingering heat from Marek’s kiss merging with the raw energy radiating from Valen.
He doesn’t give me time to think, doesn’t let me catch my breath before his lips crash into mine. Valen’s kiss is fierce, consuming, overwhelming. His tongue sweeps against mine in a rhythm that has my knees threatening to buckle. The faint taste of wine lingers on his lips, mingling with the scent of leather and something uniquely him.
His hand slides up my back, fingers threading into my hair, holding me firmly in place. The other trails down to my hip, his touch burning, branding. The low growl that rumbles in his chest reverberates through me, igniting a fire that threatens to consume me entirely.
Behind me, I’m acutely aware of Marek’s presence. He doesn’t touch me, but his heat is a steady force, anchoring me even as Valen’s kiss leaves me untethered. The rustle of fabric draws my attention, and when Valen pulls back just enough to let me gasp for air, I glance over my shoulder. Marek stands there, his shirt discarded on the floor, his muscular chest gleaming in the soft glow of the firelight. His dark eyes meet mine, smoldering with intent, and a wicked smile curves his lips.
“Don’t stop now,” Marek drawls, his voice rough. “I’m enjoying the show.”
Valen huffs a low laugh, the sound like velvet brushing over steel, and his thumb caresses my cheek. “Patience has never been my strong suit,” he admits. “And we should stop until I hear her say she wants this. Before we go any further, Stella, the choice must be yours.”
Marek moves closer, his heat radiating against my back. “Tell him you want this, Stella. Tell him you want us .”
My gaze darts between them, my pulse pounding in my ears. The weight of their attention is intoxicating, and the heat pooling low in my belly leaves no room for doubt. My lips part, and my voice trembles with a mixture of anticipation and desire. “I want this.” I look back at Marek, then forward to Valen. “I want both of you.”
Valen’s lips curl into a smile that sends a shiver racing through me. “Then tonight, you are ours.”
The declaration wraps around me like a silken leash.
He leans down and brushes his lips against mine in a kiss that feels more like a promise before stepping back. “Marek, be a good boy, and help our pet out of her dress.”
Marek is behind me in an instant, his callused hands finding the small buttons running down the back of my gown. The brush of his fingers against my skin is a spark that ignites a line of fire down my spine. Valen steps to the side, his piercing gaze fixed on me, watching every movement as though committing it to memory.
The dress slips from my shoulders and pools around my feet in a cascade of silk. Marek’s hands linger at my waist, his thumbs brushing soft circles over the bare skin at the edge of my corset. “Beautiful,” he says, his breath tickling the nape of my neck.
Valen moves closer, his fingers ghosting along my collarbone, then trailing down the center of my corset with agonizing slowness. His touch sends a fresh wave of heat through me as his lips curve into a wicked grin. “Let’s see what other treasures you’re hiding from us.”
Marek takes the cue, his hands deftly unlacing the corset. The pressure around my ribs eases, and with a final tug, the garment joins my dress on the floor. The cool air kisses my bare breasts, drawing my nipples into tight, sensitive buds. Valen’s eyes roam over me, darkened with unbridled lust, and Marek’s sharp intake of breath behind me only fuels the fire burning in my core.
Valen steps even closer and tilts my chin until I’m forced to meet his gaze. “You are a vision, Stella. I wonder how wet you are for us.” His voice is a low purr that vibrates through my entire body. “Marek.”
The captain’s hand slides down my spine, his fingertips a trail of heat that leaves me trembling. His lips brush the shell of my ear, and I can’t suppress the soft sigh that escapes me. Marek’s touch continues lower, tracing the curve of my ass before pressing between my thighs.
My breath catches as his fingers part my pussy lips, spreading my arousal, teasing my entrance but never giving me the satisfaction of breaching.
Valen’s grip on my chin tightens slightly, drawing my gaze back to his. His blue eyes burn with possession, and the intensity in his expression steals what little breath I have left. “Always so eager,” he says, his voice like silk and steel.
When Marek pulls away, a small whimper of protest escapes me, but it’s quickly cut short as his hand appears in my line of sight. His forefinger glistens with my juices, the evidence of my need.
Valen’s gaze locks with Marek’s, and I watch, spellbound, as Valen leans forward and captures Marek’s finger in his mouth. His cheeks hollow as he sucks it clean. The sight makes my skin flush, and my knees threaten to give out beneath me.
“Fucking exquisite,” Valen rasps. “My turn.”
His hands find me next, one bracing my waist, the other sliding between my legs. Valen doesn’t waste his time teasing. In the span of a heartbeat, he sinks two fingers deep inside me, his palm grinding against my clit with perfect pressure. The sensation rips a gasp from my throat, and my head falls back against Marek’s broad shoulder as he thrusts. Heat builds within me, each stroke pushing me further into a haze of longing.
Valen’s gaze fixes on mine, an unrelenting storm of intensity that sees every hint of desire, every tremor of anticipation. His lips slide into a devilish smile as my moans fill the air. “Oh God, that feels so good,” I gasp. “More. Please, more .”
“Marek,” Valen commands, “you heard our pet.”
Before I can process what he means, Marek’s hand returns. This time, there’s no hesitation. I gasp as two more fingers join Valen’s and begin moving in tandem, their rhythm perfectly matched as they fuck me with their fingers, their eyes, their whispered praise.
My hips rock instinctively, chasing the promise of release as I mutter a string of nonsensical syllables and claw at Valen’s shoulders.
“That’s it, pet,” my princely devil croons. “Now, imagine if these were our cocks. Both of us pressing inside your slick cunt, stretching you, filling you so completely you don’t know where you end and we begin.”
Behind me, Marek curses. “The idea alone has me ready to blow.”
“Fuck,” I whisper on a shuddered exhale, the image almost sending me over the edge. But beneath the haze of desire is a flash of nerves. “Is that what…”
Valen smirks. “No, not tonight. We won’t cast you into deep waters without first ensuring you can swim.”
Without warning, both men pull their hands away. My body aches and trembles in frustration. “Nooo, please, I was so close.”
“Mm, and you will be again,” Valen says, then looks to Marek behind me. “Bedroom.”
Marek scoops me up and cradles me against his chest as he strides down the hall. The scent of pine and steel clings to him, mingling with the heady warmth of his skin. My arms loop around his neck, and I can’t resist pressing a kiss to his scruffy jaw, earning a soft growl and a muttered, “Sorceress,” making me grin.
The bedroom is dimly lit, the glow of the fireplace casting flickering shadows across the walls. Marek sets me down gently in the center of the bed. He stands and finishes undressing, the firelight highlighting the hard planes of his body.
Valen enters a moment later, already gloriously naked, and joins Marek at the end of the bed.
Valen is all light and grace, his lean muscles sculpted like a marble statue. He’s slightly taller, his skin smooth and unblemished, his golden hair catching the warm glow of the fire.
Marek, by contrast, is raw power. His darker skin glistens in the firelight, scars crisscrossing his chest and arms—testaments to battles fought and survived. Where Valen is all slim strength, Marek is sheer mass, muscle layered upon muscle, broad and thick.
They’re opposites, but together, they’re a masterpiece—a perfect balance, two halves of a whole.
Valen steps closer to Marek, and their eyes lock. Without a word, their mouths meet in a kiss that is both fierce and tender. Marek’s hand slides down Valen’s back, gripping the curve of his ass possessively, while Valen’s hand wraps around Marek’s cock.
Heat drips between my thighs as I watch them. Then Valen pulls back just enough to murmur something against Marek’s lips, a wicked smile playing on his face. Marek’s dark eyes flicker toward me, and for a moment, I feel like prey caught between two predators.
The men climb onto the bed, lying on either side of me. They cage me in a way that feels more protective than predatory, just like they have in the dozens of fantasies that have played on a loop in my mind since the night I first saw them together. Only this is better. This is real.
Valen’s mouth finds mine again, his kiss deep and consuming. His hand cups my jaw, his thumb brushing over my cheek while Marek’s lips trail down the curve of my neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. He doesn’t stop until he reaches my breast and his warm mouth claims my nipple. His tongue flicks and swirls in a hypnotic rhythm as his hand kneads my other breast.
The sensations blur together—Valen’s demanding kiss, Marek’s rough hands, the intoxicating mix of their scents: cedar and leather, pine and steel. My body arches into their ministrations, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
Valen’s voice cuts through the haze, low and commanding, sending a thrill straight to my core. “I need to taste her, Marek. Open her for me.”
In one fluid motion, Marek sits back against the headboard, his strong chest a solid wall behind me as he guides me to rest against him. His hands hook under my knees and spread my legs wide. The cool air grazes my sensitive skin, and I shiver. Then Marek’s hands move lower, his callused fingers teasing my swollen clit. My head rests against his shoulder, and a soft moan escapes me.
Every part of me is exposed, obscenely on display, being held open by one man for the pleasure of another. I’ve never felt so seen, so desired, so turned on.
Valen kneels between my legs, his dark blue eyes fixed on mine as he leans in, his breath ghosting over my aching flesh. It’s not the exposure that makes me suddenly feel too vulnerable—it’s the way he looks at me, like he’s seeing not just my body but my very being. The intensity of it burns, and I squeeze my eyes shut, desperate for a barrier between us.
But Valen isn’t having it.
“Look at me, Stella.”
The command touches something deep inside me, something I didn’t know was there that responds immediately. My eyes flutter open and lock on his.
“Good girl. Keep them on me. I want to watch your soul as you fall apart.”
The statement pierces through the haze of pleasure, too intense, too profound for what should be a casual encounter. But nothing about this feels casual. The vulnerability, the rawness, the unspoken connection coursing between us—it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My chest tightens, the air between us crackling with an energy I can’t name, and as Valen dips his head, I know I’m on the edge of something I’ll never fully recover from.
The first brush of Valen’s tongue on my sex sends a lightning bolt through my body. My back arches, and my hands fist the blanket beneath me. Marek’s grip tightens, his thumbs stroking soothing circles against my thighs as Valen works me with a precision that leaves me trembling.
The room fills with the sinful sounds of my ragged breaths and their low murmurs of encouragement. Valen’s tongue moves with unrelenting skill, his every flick and stroke deliberate and devastating. He adds his fingers to the onslaught, and it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
Marek leans down, and his lips find mine in a searing kiss that swallows my moans. The combination is overwhelming, and when release crashes over me, it’s not a gentle wave but a tidal force that leaves me shuddering and gasping in their arms.
But they don’t stop there. Valen pulls back, his lips glistening, and he looks up at me with that wicked smirk before climbing up beside me. His strong arms gather me into his lap, his cock pressing hard and hot against my hip. Marek shifts seamlessly into Valen’s place, his broad shoulders settling between my legs as his dark eyes meet mine.
Their hands and mouths are everywhere, tracing paths of fire along my skin. Valen’s lips find the sensitive curve of my neck, nipping and sucking as his hands explore my curves. Marek’s mouth is equally insistent, his tongue and lips worshiping me with a devotion that sends fresh waves of heat coursing through my limbs.
Time is meaningless. They push me to the edge again and again, my cries mingling with their whispered praises and commands, blending into a symphony of pleasure, one that has me surrendering completely, body and soul.
Valen’s deep voice cuts through the haze. “Marek, lie on your back. I want Stella on top of you.”
Without hesitation, Marek moves, his powerful frame stretching out across the bed, muscles flexing as he settles into position. Valen grips my waist and guides me to straddle Marek. The heat of his body radiates against mine as I lower myself onto him and Valen positions me so the captain’s thick cock is pinned between our bodies.
I rock my pelvis forward, gliding my clit along his shaft from root to crown. Marek’s sharp inhale is followed by a low, guttural groan that makes me grin.
“Wicked fucking sorceress,” he grates out, gripping my hips to hold me in place.
“What’s the matter, Captain,” I tease, leaning forward to let my breasts brush against his chest. “Are we overstimula—” My words are cut off as Valen positions himself behind me and the thick head of his cock pushes inside me. He sinks in only an inch or two, but even that makes me feel impossibly full.
Marek’s devilish smirk matches the low, taunting tone of Valen’s voice in my ear. “What’s the matter, pet?” He cups my breasts, and I hiss in a breath when his fingers tweak my nipples. “Are we overstimulated?”
“Very funny,” I manage to bite out, though my defiance falters as Valen pushes in deeper, the stretch both excruciating and delicious. I lean back against him, a string of half-formed syllables escaping me as he takes me inch by deliberate inch.
“Breathe, Stella. Relax and let me in. That’s it…just like that. Almost there. Good girl.” His forehead drops to my shoulder, his shallow breaths hot against my back as his body trembles with restraint. “Fucking hell,” he groans. “I need a moment. You’re gripping me like a gauntlet.”
Marek reaches down and wraps his hand around his own cock, stroking himself with a deliberate slowness.
Before he can enjoy a second of it, Valen’s hand shoots out and slaps Marek’s away. “I don’t recall giving you permission for that. Hands on the headboard and keep them there. You’ve lost touching privileges.” Marek’s lips part, ready to argue, but Valen doesn’t give him the chance. “One word and you’ll be lucky if I let you come for the next week.”
Marek’s black eyes narrow, but he doesn’t challenge the prince. Instead, he does as commanded, reaching back and gripping the top of the wooden headboard, biceps flexing. His jaw twitches but he remains silent, obedient.
“Good boy,” Valen murmurs, and then he begins to move.
A chorus of moans erupts from all three of us as Valen pulls me back onto his cock, the sensation of being filled almost too much to bear. His hands grip my hips firmly, guiding my movements as he sets the pace, his thrusts perfectly synced with the glide of my body along Marek’s length.
The friction on my clit as Valen moves me forward sends sparks shooting through my core, and at the top of every stroke, Marek’s thick crown presses against me, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves. The momentary emptiness is immediately replaced by the delicious stretch of Valen’s cock filling me again. Every stroke, every shift, every angle is an intoxicating mix that I’m not certain I’ll survive.
Marek watches me from below, his hands gripping the headboard so tightly his knuckles whiten.
“You feel it, don’t you, Stella?” Valen’s voice is rough, his lips brushing my ear. “The way you’re made for us. The way your body craves this. Craves us.”
I can’t speak; the sensations are too overwhelming, too consuming. All I can do is nod, my fingers clutching at Marek’s chest for balance as my body moves of its own accord, chasing every ounce of pleasure they’re giving me.
Valen leans forward, his body blanketing mine until I’m pressed flush against Marek. Marek lifts his head, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that steals what little breath I have left. His lips are firm, demanding, and consuming, as though he wants to claim every piece of me that Valen hasn’t already touched.
We lose ourselves in each other, the world beyond the bed forgotten. Valen’s steady rhythm pushes me closer to the brink, the friction so perfectly tuned it’s almost unbearable. Marek groans against my lips, the sound vibrating through my chest. Only when our lungs burn for air do we break apart, gasping as though we’re drowning. And I suppose we are.
Valen shifts behind me, his hips angling slightly, and the next thrust is devastating. A bolt of pleasure arcs through me, tearing a cry from my lips. Marek echoes my reaction with a deep, guttural groan, his muscles going taut beneath me as if he feels every inch of Valen’s cock through my body.
“My prince, please ,” Marek rasps, his voice breaking on the plea. His body trembles beneath mine, his restraint fraying with every second.
“Yes, Marek,” Valen responds, a low rumble of permission.
Marek growls, his entire frame tensing as his release claims him. Ropes of white streak across his chest and abdomen, each pulse matched by a shudder that rocks the bed. The sight of him lost in his pleasure is hypnotic, more erotic than I ever thought possible. Valen runs a hand over Marek’s hair and down the side of his face in wordless praise, but his pace with me never falters.
The intensity builds, my own body teetering on the brink. “Fuck, I’m so close,” I moan, my voice trembling as my hands clutch at Marek’s skin, fingers splayed against his still-heaving chest.
Valen’s lips brush against my ear, his words a dark, commanding caress. “That’s it, Stella. Come on my cock. Show Marek how beautiful you are when you fly.”
The sheer force of his words triggers my release, and I shatter beneath them into a thousand tiny pieces. My body convulses, my mouth falling open in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. Valen’s guttural moan is my only warning before he withdraws and paints the sensitive area between my cheeks with molten heat.
Valen makes quick work of cleaning us up. When he’s done, the three of us collapse into a tangled heap, my body spent and my mind blissfully blank.
Marek lies at my side, his strong arm draped over my waist, his lips brushing a lingering kiss to my temple. Valen cradles me against his chest, his fingers threading gently through my hair.
For the first time in what feels like ever, I let myself simply exist, enveloped in their warmth and the quiet rhythm of their breathing. My eyes drift shut, and as I sink into the pull of sleep, I realize I’ve found something I didn’t know I needed.