Page 43 of Brine and Bone
Deliberately.
Each thrust a statement. Every withdrawal a lewd provocation for the male he was usurping.
Hips rolling, Thalos bumped against her limit. Nudging her end at the bottom of every stroke.
Holding blistering eye contact with the Abyssari King as Thalos bred his pregnant bride.
Lips peeled back, Nyxarion didn't move. Five points of obsidian remained buried in Thalos' throat, but Nyx didn't squeeze.
Hardly blinked.
And Thalos kept fucking her. Hips working, fingers moving her body back to meet every thrust, he forced delicious sounds from her throat.
Wet, broken sobs.
Her head fell back, bumping Thalos' shoulder, even as her fingers found an anchor on Nyxarion's chest. Clinging to one, bred by the other.
Pushing back, hips working him with small, frantic rolls, she pulled him deeper.
"Hnghh—gods." The sound cracked in her throat, echoed in a ripple of color that lit Nyxarion's scowl. "More, more,please. H-harder."
What else was there but to oblige?
Flicking his tail to shift the angle, Thalos drove up on the next stroke, sliding into her. Dizzy, blood flow to his brain restricted.
Hatred breathed between males. Calcified and ancient. Built from war and exile. From spilled blood and old wounds that would never heal quite right.
But the child.
It was forging a bridge built from venom and wrath. Not alliance, nor forgiveness. This was something else. Binding. Inescapable.
A thing capable of holding kings in place more binding than any law ever recorded by the Hollow Court.
The future.
The next generation of Pelagorn.
Thalos' free hand moved without thought.
Sliding up, tracing Kore's hip as she bucked back against him, riding it. He traced the ridge of sunset scales until his palm settled beneath her navel. Knuckles bumping Nyxarion's belly, he was drunk on the danger and the lewd, perfect clench of another male's bride taking him so well.
Something against his palm squirmed.
Twisting.
Not a kick, it was too early for that.
But he felt it.
A flutter.
His rhythm faltered.
Breath hitching, caught behind his teeth, Thalos stilled. Fins trembling. Shocked. Letting his fingers spread across her belly.
There.
A flutter.
