Page 94 of The Shadowbound King

“Not yet,” Andrin said gruffly, appearing behind him. He’d stripped while I was occupied with Rane, and he looked like some kind of dark, avenging god with his sigils spreading across his broad shoulders and down his thick arms.

Andrin tipped the contents of a small vial into his palm before tossing the vial aside. His blue eyes found mine over Rane’s shoulder as he worked something slick and shiny over his fingers before he moved his hand to a spot I couldn’t see.

“Fuck!” Rane rasped, jerking suddenly. He stopped thrusting, and a look of intense concentration spread over his features. “Oh, fuck,” he whimpered, his eyes drifting shut.

“Relax,” Andrin rumbled, his gaze on whatever he was doing with his hand. Faint, slick sounds drifted to my ears.

Was he…?

“Open up,” Andrin ordered.

Yes, he was. My passage clenched, and Rane’s eyes flew open, a frazzled expression crossing his face.

“Gods, Mirella, you can’t squeeze me like that.”

Andrin’s lips curved, and he used his free hand to caress Rane’s hip. “Why don’t you stop worrying about her pussy and focus on yours.”

I stifled a moan, heat searing my face at Andrin’s wicked choice of words.

Closing his eyes again, Rane spoke through clenched teeth. “You’re not helping, Andrin.”

“Yes, I am,” Andrin said, not looking the least bit sorry. He slid his hand from Rane’s hip to his shoulder and then pressed him down, forcing Rane to his forearms on either side of me. “I’m getting this tight hole ready for me.” He worked his hand faster, his gaze on Rane’s ass. “There you go…” The slick sounds grew louder, and Andrin grunted. “Oh, fuck, that’s nice. Yeah. Let me in. There’s my good boy.”

Rane trembled, his breath puffing over my face. His chest brushed my aching nipples, and his dick twitched inside me.

I held my breath, a potent mix of desire and wonder coursing through me. Bound and spread beneath Rane, I couldn’t see much of what Andrin was doing. And, oddly enough, the mystery stoked my lust higher. I’d never been closer to anyone as I was to Rane in that moment. We were connected in every way possible, his dick lodged in my pussy and his face inches from mine. Every flicker of emotion in his eyes was displayed for me alone. I saw it all—every sigh and whimper, every flutter of his lashes as he fought to maintain his composure.

After a few more minutes, Andrin grasped both of Rane’s hips and rocked against him. From the slick, fleshy sounds and the way Andrin moved, I could only guess he’d pressed his cock between Rane’s cheeks and now worked his shaft up and down Rane’s cleft.

“Oh, shit,” Rane gasped. All at once, his shadows withdrew from my body. The ropes slid from my wrists, and the feathers and questing tongue retreated. He opened his eyes and gave mea rueful smile. “I can only concentrate on so many things at once.”

I lowered my arms, then tucked a lock of black hair behind his pointed ear. “I don’t mind.”

His eyes softened. Then he kissed me, his lips just as soft and gentle. His body rocked against mine, and he groaned into my mouth as his dick pushed deeper inside me. When he broke off the kiss, I got a clear view of Andrin behind him. He rose above us, his hands tight on Rane’s hips as he entered him.

Rane dropped his head, a shudder passing through him. Andrin stilled, his glistening fingers caressing Rane’s waist.

“Good?” he asked gruffly.

Rane nodded, lifting his head. “Yeah.” He rolled his hips back in a slow, serpentine glide, and both men groaned.

Andrin clenched his jaw, a look of ecstasy spreading over his face. “There you go,” he whispered, beginning to thrust. “That’s right. Keep it open. You keep your cunt open, and I’ll do the rest.”

Rane and I both sucked in a breath. “Gods, Andrin,” Rane muttered. “You are a filthy bastard.”

Thrusting harder, Andrin smiled at me.

Every surge of Andrin’s hips drove Rane’s cock even deeper inside me, leaving me no room of my own. The men’s weight crushed me, but I couldn’t be bothered to care. And I couldn’t have moved if I tried. Shuddering and rocking with them, I could only cling to Rane’s shoulders while I absorbed his and Andrin’s thrusts. Desire built, little fires flaring everywhere. I moaned, my body splayed open and the wet sounds of my pussy rising above the men’s moans.

Andrin fucked both of us, a knowing look in his eyes as he held my stare. “Do you like this, little pet? You like having Rane in your pussy while I use his ass?”

“Yes,” I gasped, the fires roaring. “Yes, sire.”

His nostrils flared. He bent over Rane, letting his mouth hover just above mine. “I like it, too, sweet Mirella. But just to be clear, I’m coming for your pussy later. When we’re finished here, you’re going to stay put, your pretty legs closed so Rane’s seed stays in your tight little cunt. And you’re not going to spill a drop, my lady, because as soon as I’m able, I’m going to put another load inside you. I want to see both of us dripping down your thighs. Do you understand? Sayyes, sire.”

“Yes!” I sobbed, the cresting pleasure almost unbearable. “Yes, sire.”

Andrin took my mouth in a searing, possessive kiss. He thrust faster, crushing Rane between us. The bed rocked, and Rane’s chest mashed my breasts. His ragged moans filled my ear. Locked between us, Rane couldn’t thrust anymore. Andrin controlled everything, slamming into Rane and forcing Rane’s dick more firmly inside me.

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