Vicious Is My Throne: Wicked Realms: 4 by L.A. McGinnis

Author:L.A. McGinnis [McGinnis, L.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fools Journey Press
Published: 2024-06-24T00:00:00+00:00

My body was still trembling with aftershocks when Tavion shoved Tristan out of the way and came behind me, brushing his flattened palm down my sweat-slicked back, bending forward to sink his teeth into my shoulder.

“I sat like a good boy,” he growled in my ear. “Now I get to play.”

That dark, rumbling edge to Tavion’s voice told me his wolf was taking over, goosebumps shivering across my skin when those blunt teeth turned sharper.

“Take good care of her. I swear to the gods…” Raz warned, and he was rewarded with a biting snarl. I went still, my muscles freezing.

“I’m right here.” Raz kept his shadows locked around my ankles, swiping his thumb over my swollen bottom lip one final time before plunging it into his mouth, the move so decadently sexy I moaned before he stepped away, settling into the chair Tavion had vacated. Tristan took the other chair, both pairs of eyes fixed on me.

“Save that sound for me, Anaria. I’ve waited for this long enough,” Tavion warned, his fingers digging into my skin, something sharp erupting from their tips. “Now that you’re all stretched and ready, I can’t wait for your pussy to milk my cock dry.” He ran his nose up my spine and nuzzled at the base of my neck, sniffing…like he was scenting me.

“Are you…okay?” I bit my lip uncertainly, sucking in a quick breath when fangs closed gently over the base of my neck, a clear warning to stay still, the room sizzling with something wild, something primal.

Tavion seemed to grow larger behind me, but when his massive cock dragged through my folds, I realized that wasn’t my imagination, that he’d transformed. Or partially transformed.

Or transformed just a few certain parts of himself.

“Tavion.” Then his name became a moan of pleasure when he pushed his blunt crown against my entrance, straining to work himself inside, stretching my swollen pussy around him, bigger than any cock I’d ever taken before, bigger than anything I’d ever imagined.

“Gods, you’re so fucking tight, princess. But you can handle me, just relax.”

“I can’t.” I tried to crawl away, tried to retreat from his relentless penetration, but Raz’s shadows held me in place. “You’re too big.”

“You were made for me, Anaria.” When Tavion’s fingers circled my swollen nub and my muscles loosened, he pressed in another inch. Then another.

Pain turned to pleasure turned to aching need, and I was pressing back, trying to work him deeper, whining because I wanted more.

Tavion’s claiming became a molten dance of slow, panting withdrawals and straining advances, my fingers gripping the edge of the bed. Then his fangs closed around the back of my neck again, hot, heaving breaths coasting over my skin with every frantic thrust.

“Halfway there,” he finally grunted, even though I felt like I could burst at any given moment, my slick channel fluttering around the invasion. Yet I was still so empty.

Across from me, Raz watched with the kind of intensity he usually reserved for our enemies, poised to stop this if it became too much.

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