Valkhara
The door hadn't even shut behind us when Sevrin shoved me against the wall.
His hands were rough, calloused, hungry. One gripped my throat not tight, just enough to remind me who he was. The other slid between my thighs and found me already soaked.
Azric was a shadow behind him, breath hot against my neck.
"You did it again," Sevrin growled, dragging his nose down my cheek. "You walked in and made them all kneel."
"You proud of me?" I whispered, defiant.
He squeezed my throat a little harder. "I'm fucking feral."
Azric's hands slid around my waist, lips brushing my ear. "And you didn't say a single word."
"She didn't have to," Sevrin snapped.
Then he crashed his mouth against mine. His tongue claimed me like I was a battlefield. Like I was still burning. And maybe I was.
Azric's hands pulled at the ties on my corset, slow and teasing while Sevrin kissed me like he wanted to erase everything but him.
"Mine," Sevrin growled against my mouth.
"Not just yours," Azric murmured behind me, yanking the leather from my body and letting it fall in a heap at our feet.
"Touch her," Sevrin snapped. "I want her ruined before I'm even inside her."
Azric obeyed like he'd been waiting for the order.
His fingers slid down my stomach, over my core, and dipped between the slick folds already begging for more. I gasped into Sevrin's mouth as Azric teased me, slow and gentle, like he was savoring every moan.
"Spread your legs for me," Azric whispered.
I did.
Sevrin stepped back just far enough to rip his shirt over his head and throw it behind him.
Gods, he was massive. Tattoos coiling across muscle, eyes dark with something unhinged.
Azric was leaner, but just as lethal. His violet eyes glowed as he dropped to his knees behind me and licked a long, slow line from my entrance to my clit.
I cried out, slapping a hand against the wall.
Sevrin grabbed my jaw. "Look at me. Don't you dare look away."
Azric sucked my clit into his mouth, tongue working in tight, cruel circles. One hand held my hip steady while the other slid two fingers inside me, curling just right.
I moaned Sevrin's name.
His eyes flashed. "Louder."
"Sevrin."
"Again."
Azric added a third finger.
"Sevrin!"
He groaned. "I'll never get tired of that."
Azric pulled away just enough to growl, "You're not the only one getting her off, you know."
"Then hurry the fuck up."
Azric laughed—and then he bit me.
Not hard. Not to mark.
Just enough to send me flying.
I shattered on his tongue, thighs trembling, mouth open in a scream I didn't even recognize.
My knees gave out.
Sevrin caught me.
"Good girl," he whispered, voice ragged. "But we're not done."
He carried me to the bed like I weighed nothing and tossed me down on the furs.
Azric wiped his mouth, eyes glowing. "She tastes like fire."
Sevrin stripped the rest of his clothes and climbed over me, cock thick and already leaking. He stroked it once, twice, then lined up at my entrance.
"Beg for it," he said.
I glared. "Never."
Azric climbed behind him, leaning over his shoulder. "She's lying. Her mind's screaming for you."
Sevrin smirked—and slammed into me in one brutal thrust.
I arched off the bed, gasping.
He pulled out slow, then drove in deeper.
"Louder," he growled.
I moaned, breathless, body shaking.
He fucked me like I was his enemy and his salvation. Every thrust hit deep. Hard. Perfect.
Azric leaned in, licking the sweat from my shoulder. "She wants both of us."
"Then take her mouth."
Azric crawled up the bed, settling above me. His cock was already hard, already aching.
"Open," he ordered.
I did.
He slid in slow, watching my eyes the whole time.
"Fuck," he groaned, hips trembling.
Sevrin grabbed my thighs and pinned them open wider, hammering into me.
Azric thrust shallowly, carefully.
My body was lost between them.
Ruined.
Owned.
I came again with a scream, clenching around Sevrin so hard he cursed and bit down on my collarbone.
Azric pulled out and stroked himself over my lips. "Again," he ordered.
I licked. Sucked. Let him use my mouth like I was his.
Sevrin's rhythm turned savage.
"Gonna fill you," he growled. "Mark you from the inside."
"Yes," I gasped.
Azric shoved deep, hips shaking. "Me too. Her mouth. Her pussy. Her everything."
We shattered together.
Sevrin spilled inside me with a roar, grinding deep. Azric cursed and came on my tongue, his fingers tangled in my hair.
The room spun.
I collapsed between them, every nerve fried, every breath shallow.
Then—
Enjoy her while you can.
We all froze.
The voice was not ours.
It echoed in our heads, cold and cruel and intimate.
Because I've been waiting over a century. Trapped. Bound. Starving for her.
Sevrin's eyes blazed. Azric went perfectly still.
And the only thing that's kept me alive… is the thought of what I'll do to her when I'm free.