Thalos' eyes never left Nyxarion's.
But something in them… shifted.
CHAPTER 10
Nyxarion saw the shift.
The instant the Shallow King felt the babe move.
Blood running hot, temper boiling over, Thalos' hand on her belly sent a surge of pure unfiltered wrath straight to Nyx's cock.
Half sentient, it burst from his slit. Thick, ridged with pearls glowing with the evidence of his competitive carnal heat, it snaked up. Seeking Kore's heat. Slippery with grease, only to find her already filled.
A snarl rippled through Nyx's teeth. Frustrated, denied the clenching, glorious sheath he craved, Nyx let his grip tighten, just a little. Enough that he could watch Thalos' eyes grow wide and glassy with a fascinating mix of pain and lust.
Shifting, Nyx wrenched Thalos' hand away from Kore's belly. From the swell wherehischild was growing, and let his cock snake between Kore's belly and his own. Seeking friction.
Heat.
The blunt end found her clit.
Jolting, Kore's jaws dropped open around a soundless scream. Head lolling back against Thalos' shoulder.
"That's it," Thalos rasped, teeth bared, cheeks flushed with effort and pain. "Such a sweet little monster. Taking it all. Letting me breed her."
Tail lashing through the current, Nyx drove them up several meters. Slipping his free hand behind Kore's nape, he claimed her weight for himself and kissed her. Violently. Tongue plunging between slack lips.
It was rough.
A claiming.
"Gods," he groaned against her, for the scent of betrayal tasted sweet. He waslettingthis happen. Permitting the Shallow King to rut away inside his bride, no matter that one hand stayed locked around the other's throat.
For no matter that his claws were touching the vital structures…
He was allowing this.
Hatred bubbled in his veins.
Seething contempt and wretched self-loathing for allowing Thalos to touch what was his.
That he wasn't enough… and… that he couldn'twaitto wash Thalos out.
Free hand drifting down, past the swell of her belly, Nyx stroked her skin. Possessive, even as Thalos fucked her. Tracing the curve of her hip, the delicate, sunset scales that blended with creamy human flesh. His fingers curled into the groove between bone and muscle, gripping her hip.
And then he moved her.
Guiding her hips forward and back, he made her rock over the Shallow King’s cock. Made her pretty little pussy sing, for every time he dragged her off Thalos’ prick, her clit kissedhisflushed glans.
Tearing his eyes from Thalos', Nyxarion drove his bride back. Pulled her forward. Setting a slow, grinding pace meant to torture her pretty pussy.
It was obscene.
Unspeakably lewd.
Forehead bumping his, eyes unseeing, Kore sobbed. Pushed toward climax. Caught between two sovereigns who could not share and would not set her free.
Her body was the battlefield between the Deep and the Shallows.
