Page 21 of On Brutal Thrones

"Not yet," he growls, thumb dragging across my swollen lips. His chest heaves. "Not like this. I want to be inside you when I come."

Wordlessly, they move, as though they’ve somehow choreographed this without speaking. Thorian slides onto the bed, and Talon rises, taking my hips and turning me to face the demi-god. I stand between Thorian’s legs, my breasts brushing his chest as he draws me close. The hard length of his erection presses against my tummy, and my stomach swoops.

"Relax," Thorian murmurs, hands anchoring my hips. His lashes are dark against his cheeks. "We won't do anything until you're ready."

He kisses my forehead. I'm sweating, trembling, as Talon lines up behind me. He bends over me and presses a kiss to the middle of my back. His cock nudges my entrance, smaller than Thorian's but no less hard, no less eager.

"This okay?" he asks.

We both nod, Thorian and me, somehow one unit now.

"Fenric…?" I turn, not wanting him left out. I don't know the rules of this. Don't know if everyone participates every time. But tonight, I want them all. Need them all.

"I'm here." He's breathing hard, wiping his stomach with a cloth, and I see the sticky residue there. My eyes widen.

"Was that just⁠—"

"From watching you come on his fingers." Fenric grins, unashamed. "You have no idea how good you taste, Nyx."

"But I do," Talon says, and notches himself in my entrance. Can't wait anymore.

I'm so wet he slides in an inch, then another, and I gasp, chest pressing to Thorian's. He grips my hips tight as Talon pushes deeper, filling me from behind. Talon inside me. Thorian’s hard cock pressed between us.

"Oh," I breathe, forehead dropping to Thorian's chest. Goosebumps race across my skin. He runs his hand over them, humming, as Talon starts to move.

“I know what you taste like,” Talon growls against my shoulder, his hands settling on my hips as I lean over Thorian. Both men hold me. Both men control me. “So sweet. Still on my tongue.”

He thrusts into me, hard and deep, and I'm instantly back at the edge, the height I just fell from. Thorian takes my chin, pulls my mouth to his, kisses me with tongue and teeth. The friction matches Talon's rhythm. I'm all sensation— hips and tongue and skin, so much skin, Talon's cock filling me from behind, Thorian's erection hot against my stomach.

Thorian's hand slips between us. He finds my clit and presses tight, fast circles.

"Ah!" I cry out, breaking the kiss. "Oh gods, oh gods⁠—"

How is it this good? This fast? Like they were born knowing exactly how to touch me, where to press, when to speed up and when to slow down.

Talon's thrusts turn ragged. His fingers dig into my hips. "Nyx," he groans. "Sweatheart, I'm gonna⁠—"

He comes with a shuddering groan, cock pulsing hot inside me, and a sharp slap against my ass that makes me yelp, then moan. He slides out slowly, leaving me empty, trembling.

I settle onto Thorian, boneless. Draped over him.

"Nyx." His voice is guttural, strained. He still has a vice grip on my hips. "You don't have to. But if you want to try Thorian, you're relaxed now."

On top. They positioned me like this deliberately. So I control how much. How deep. How fast.

I shift my hips and reach between us so I can wrap my hand around his cock.

Thorian sucks in a sharp breath. His eyes are shut and his head drops back against the pillow.

"That's right," he murmurs, hands tight on my hips but not guiding. "Take me, Nyx. Take what you want."

I lower down onto him, inch by inch. The stretch burns. It’s delicious, devastating, pleasure so close to pain I can't separate them. He's so thick I have to pause, breathing hard, fingers splayed on his chest for balance.

"You're doing so well," he pants. "So good for me. Keep going."

I sink lower. Deeper. Until I'm completely seated, his cock buried to the hilt, my ass against his thighs. The fullness is overwhelming, a constant pressure against every sensitive spot, and I can feel my pussy fluttering around him, adjusting, clenching.

"Fuck," Thorian chokes out, whole body trembling. "Fuck, you feel⁠—"