Ears laid out, she trapped him in inky pitch that yawned wide and swallowed him whole. Looped golden chains about his throat and twisted her fingers in his dense, blond mane. Pulling him close, she pressed her lips to his ear, and said, “You belong to me.” And then, cupping the cheek ridged with scars that no longer wept or itched, she smiled. “My darkest Sin. My Eye who sees the way through.”
Obeying the slightest flick of obsidian eyes rimmed in gold, the shadows moved at her command—and the warning came too late.
One thick, burly forearm slid beneath his chin. Hauling back on his neck until stars sparkled where his vision was black.
Searing, prickling heat ground against his spine. The expanse of his back, one jagged hip bone striking him where his tail wasn’t.
Giaus.
“Everything you to do her…” A breath rattled against his ear as the weight of a colossus fell across his back. “… I will do to you.”
The bulge of taboo intention pulsed against his thigh. Sticky… wet.
Hard.
“She ismine!” the general howled, fucking into sodden heat. “My absolution. My freedom. I have to drink! I have to—she islife! An offense to the Nine to waste even a drop, to let it spill without a knot. This is my price, mutant king! That you let me quench my thirst, cleansed from the outside in. Every gulp of perfect, honeyed gold”—he snarled and choked against that forearm, mane shivering, hips working—“a tribute to the Nine for their divine gift of Sight.”
Giaus coughed up a barking laugh that puffed against the general’s shoulder. “Are you not indulged? Your price paid. You rut into my mate, even now,Sin.”
Desperate to lose himself with the female wrapped tight about his cock, Sin’s hips worked a frantic rhythm that could not be stopped. Not for beauty or beast or a whisper of self preservation. “Giaus—”
“I have accepted this… arrangement,” Giaus drawled, and Sin felt the words against his cheek, even through the edges of madness. The loathing and the distaste of the admission. “That I cannot provide all that she needs. And when she pleads for a knot,” he murmured, reeking of hoppy musk and futile temper that would find an outlet, “Bothof us will have to suffice.”
Sluicing through a mess of frothed ambrosia, Sin fell. His mind taken by primal frenzy. Rabid. Entranced by the languid depths of that glassy ebon stare…
… enticed by something… darker.
Something simply not done.
Giaus reached and pressed his shaft down. Over the crease of swinging balls, smearing against the vein that fed Sin’s knot, and stilled. Letting the general’s own helpless rhythm paint his monstrous length in mercy.
Slick as lubrication.
Renegade mewled against Sin’s throat, nursing at the mark she’d left on his shoulder. Pressing little possessive kisses to the heat of his skin, she said, “Be my general. My advisor who sees all. My Eye.”
Drunk on the rut, on the thrill of competition and the helpless little quiver that melted through the mania to send a whisper of pure lust winding through his blood and lungs, Sin shivered. Setting his knees in the nest, braced wider, so he might open her for a deeper, more thorough breeding, he pressed his brow to hers. Damp with sweat.
And nodded.
Tight.
Just once.
Accepting all of it.
Giaus’ forearm fell away, and with lazy confidence the giant reset the blunt end of that threatening girth.
Teeth grinding, jaw clenching around the desperate, titillating fear, he allowed himself to stare into those languid pools of inky black rimmed in gold. To lose himself to the moment. Fully.
Beneath him, a female that was far from helpless. One wrapped around him as he bucked into welcoming heat.
At his back, the weight of another male. The slide of muscle, the bruising grip—the burn of a stretch he’d only dared to wonder about.
Pulse thrashing at the base of his throat, he shuddered as Giaus pressed and made him burn. As he opened for the king,and could not stop rutting the queen.
“Fuck him, Sin,” Renegade whispered, and nipped at his lips. “Take him inside and fuck us both.”
He did.
