Page 19 of Blood of Ancients

“It crossed my mind.” He shrugged. “Partaking seems much more enjoyable.”

“For all involved,” I added, glancing up at Grim, who raised his brow. “The more the merrier. Right, Grim?”

“Whatever you wish, little sneak. Although he might be a bit . . . tight for what I have to offer.”

Magnus scoffed, already flinging off his coat and stepping into the water opposite us. “We’ll see who’s squealing when it’s all said and done, big man.”

I snorted a laugh. “Competitive bunch, aren’t we? Can’t say I hate it.”

“You know what they say,” Magnus chirped once he was behind me, his voice warm honey down my bare spine. “Competition breeds innovation.”

Grim and I both laughed. Then their hands were falling over me. Grim cupped my chin so he could complete his interrupted kiss, while Magnus massaged my shoulders and pushed me deeper into the kiss.

I lost myself to Grim’s full lips and warm tongue, closing my eyes and purring. My thighs squished together, trying to stave off the intense arousal at the sudden position I’d found myself in, and failing miserably.

Sandwiched between two of my men. Awaiting bliss.

“You know, I had some news . . .” Magnus murmured, digging his fingers into my hair and slightly pulling my head back so Grim was forced to dip forward to continue kissing me. “. . . But for the life of me, I can’t remember what it was.”

I smiled in Grim’s mouth. Warmth settled over my pussy and I gasped as Grim sucked in my tongue and breath. Magnus had snaked his free hand to my front, and now palmed my heatand toyed with me. As his fingers played, I whimpered in Grim’s mouth, deepening the kiss.

I reached my hand down and grabbed Grim’s aching bulge through his pants, stroking his massive cock through his slacks, making him erect as a steel beam.

Magnus fingered me, curving his middle and ring fingers just right, while the heel of his palm worked against my aching clit.

My whimper became a pant, face flushing with color and warmth. I moaned and Grim pulled back, peppering my collar with his lips, pushing himself closer against me.

Behind, I felt heat from Magnus, his molten body melding into mine, my body arching into his hard muscles. With a quick clank of a belt buckle, a sudden pinch of cold zapped my ass and made me shudder with delight—the studs on the underside of Magnus’ cock, running up his length, roaming over me.

The bloodrender shoved his dick between my thighs, ungently. My body bounced and tightened around him. He continued to probe and tease my pussy as his cock speared through my warm flesh. The bulbous, pierced cockhead stuck out the front of me between the juncture of my thighs.

I looked down, smiled, and ran my palm over the dripping crown. I started moving my thighs back and forth along his length, provoking a throaty groan from the bloodrender.

Grim hoisted himself out of his pants. He pushed his cock against my belly, the sheer intimidating length of him showing how deep he would go once he plunged inside.

The monster reached from my hips to my gods-damned tits. My eyes widened, seeing the contrast between our two bodies. All I had to do was lean forward to take Grim into my mouth.

It was easier said than done. My hands wrapped around his length—one at the base, one in the middle, with plenty leftover up top. I kissed the underside of his cockhead, tasting his potentarousal, before smiling up at him and watching him melt before me.

I practically unhinged my jaw to wrap my lips around his broad ridge, sinking Grim deep inside my mouth to the base of my throat.

He groaned, “Fuck, sneak,” and put a hand on my head to gently urge his cock deeper inside me, controlling the rhythm.

I couldn’t remember if I’d ever had Magnus and Grim at the same time. It was delicious and wickedly hot. My silent companion. My emotionless beacon. Similar in some ways, and in others, more different than any two men I’d ever met.

Grim cared too much. Magnus cared not at all. In this moment, they shared me. They met each other at an equilibrium point in order to satisfy me.

I sucked Grim’s cock and stroked him at the same time. His head rolled back and he groaned, building a rhythm with my head bobbing on his length.

Leaning forward meant pushing my ass against Magnus. He took the opportunity to feed himself inside me—slowly, at first, so I could accommodate his piercings and size.

None of my men were slouches between their legs.

Despite being largest, Grim had always been the gentlest. The exception was if he’d gone berserk, in which case he was primal and feral like Sven.

Magnus was controlling. He had a lick of darkness in him, that man, stemming from a life of confusion, scars, and tragedy. The bloodrender liked to tie me up when he could. I lived for every brilliant moment with him. Sex with Magnus was anevent, like our first time in Mimir Tomes, and it was no different now.

The cold studs of his piercings made me moan as he stuffed me full from behind. I was reminded of my loud tryst with Sven from a few hours ago, as he took me in the same position but with a much more savage pace.

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