Page 126 of On Brutal Thrones

"Wait," Fenric says, breath rough. "We should get you ready first⁠—"

"I'm already ready," I tell him. "Trust me."

He looks at me for one second. Then he makes a low sound and sits back against the grass, pulling me with him, and I straddle him, feeling his delicious cock between us. Ready. Waiting.

When I sink down onto him, he groans, his hands gripping my hips. "Gods," he breathes, "you're so wet⁠—"

I move, and thinking becomes secondary. I shift on top of him, feeling the length of him rubbing inside of me, building the fires inside of me higher.

“She could take Thorian from behind,” Talon remarks from somewhere to my left, his voice admirably conversational given the circumstances.

I look at Thorian’s cock, currently in his own hand as he watches us, and feel an involuntary mix of wanting and trepidation.

“Not tonight,” I say honestly. “I remember exactly how enormous that thing is, and I’d like to be able to walk tomorrow.”

Thorian looks somewhere between flattered and long-suffering.

“Then I’ll take the other option,” Talon says, and comes behind me.

His hands spread my ass wide, and he rubs the wet tip of his cock against my opening. Getting me ready. Preparing for him to be inside of me. I focus on the rhythm with Fenric, on the warmth of his chest against mine and his mouth finding mine in the firelight, while Talon works carefully and thoroughly until I'm more than ready for him too.

When he eases into me from behind, I go completely still. The fullness of both of them is staggering, layered and overwhelming, and I press my face against Fenric's neck and breathe through it until my body catches up with my want.

Then the three of us find a rhythm together, and every nerve in my body sings with pleasure.

Thorian kneels beside us, stroking himself slowly, his dark eyes moving over all three of us with an expression that makes the heat inside me intensify. He reaches out and touches me where Fenric and I are joined, and the addition of that single point of contact tips everything over.

Reaching for him, I grasp Thorian’s cock and work him harder and harder. He pulsates in my hand, practically vibrating with his desire. His groans are music to my ears.

My orgasm builds faster and faster. Every muscle in my body tenses, and my toes curl. And then, it hits me, cresting through me in waves that bow my spine and pull a sound from my throat that I don't bother muffling. I feel Fenric follow, groaning my name, and Talon presses deep and stills, then exhales in a long, controlled rush against my shoulder.

I feel… amazing. Alive. So satisfied I could melt into butter.

Before I've fully come back to myself, Thorian lifts me out from between them.

He lays me back against the ground and settles between my thighs, and when he enters me it's nothing like the others. The stretch of him is enormous and perfect, and he moves with a controlled, deliberate force that drives every remaining thought from my head. I wrap my legs around him and hold on.

"Thorian—" His name comes out broken.

He doesn't slow down. If anything, he watches my face and moves harder, thrusting in and out. His sheer size makes my eyes roll back in my head. If my first orgasm shook my world, I can tell this one will burn the whole fucking thing down. My nails curl into his back. The word yes leaves my lips over and over again. And I finally come apart completely for the second time, clutching his shoulders as waves of pleasure roll through me. As my world goes from dark to white, my inner muscles milk Thorian, clutching around him over and over again, tempting him to fill me with his seed. He explodes inside of me moments later, his forehead dropping to mine, breath harsh.

We stay like that for a while.

Then I laugh. I can't help it. It starts small and becomes helpless, and Fenric catches it immediately. Even Talon makes a sound that is unmistakably a laugh.

Thorian lifts his head. "What?"

"Nothing," I say, still laughing. "Nothing at all." I reach up and touch his face. "This is just the best wedding night I've ever had."

"It's the only wedding night you've ever had," he says.

"Yes," I agree, looking at all three of them, warm and firelit and mine. "And it's still the best."

And it is. Whatever happens next, I’ll never regret this night, these men, or the vows we made with each other. Even the gods can’t take that away from us.

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