Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

The gods flipped back to the dragon screen to see if it was safe yet.

It was not. It was the opposite of safe, actually.

Then one god started to slow-clap. ”Some dragon stamina.” The goddess next to him whacked his hands down.

”How long has she been home in mortal time?” another asked.

”Nine hours,” the God of War answered without looking away from the screen.

”And how many times have they—”

The God of Celibacy cut him off mid-sentence. ”The number depends on whether you believe in shared credit or individual stats.”

”Ah, therein lies the question. When both brothers are inside of her, do we count that as once or twice?” the God of Philosophy commented as he leaned forward with the specific hunger of a being who had been waiting millennia for a question worthy of his attention.

The pantheon went silent while the theological implications of that arithmetic settled.

Down below, the source material was still generating new footage and the scoring system was about to get a lot more complicated.

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Maddox was breathing hard. Kael was breathing harder. Guinevere was breathing the hardest.

White glowing runes were pulsing on all three of them, along with a gold glow that came from under their skin.

They stayed locked like that for a second that wasn’t rest.

Then Kael pulled out of her with a sound that was almost human.

Maddox was already moving. He stepped out of the tub like the water had personally offended him, gold still blown through his eyes, the leftover urge to put Kael through the wall with nowhere to go except her. He grabbed her from behind. One arm banded under her breasts. The other shoved her hips back onto him.

He drove into her standing.

The shock punched the air out of her. No tub rim. No bend. Just her on her feet and Maddox filling her from behind in one dominating thrust that used her own balance against her. She was sore. Tight. Soaked and still not ready for the stretch of him after Kael.

Her hands flew out for something that wasn’t there. He had her. That was the whole structure.

”Maddox,” she gasped.

”That’s it. Say my name again,” he rasped.

His name in her mouth felt like a confession she hadn’t meant to make. The kind that can’t be taken back because the truth of it was louder than the word.

She could feel Kael’s chest burning with something he would never say out loud.

His nostrils flared. He didn’t look away. He stood in the steam with his pants still open and watched his brother take her upright, watched her mouth fall open on a sound she didn’t get to swallow.

Then he took one step forward. Stopped. His hands flexed at his sides like he was going to rip her off his brother. But he didn’t.

”Look at him while I fuck you. Show him exactly who you belong to,” Maddox growled as his hand found her clit. He didn’t tease. He rubbed her in grinding, possessive circles while he fucked her standing.

Then his fangs were in her neck. No warning. His mouth found the mark and bit down with the full, savage claiming of a man whose wife had just moaned for another man and his dragon was answering that.

Venom flooded through her. Hot. Deep. Immediate.

She started cumming like that with Kael’s gaze on her face. The clench hit her so hard her knees went, and Maddox held her up through it anyway, grinding into the orgasm, making sure his brother saw every second of her breaking on him.

”He’s done,” Kael said, voice low and dangerous.

Then he moved.

Kael grabbed her hips.

Maddox still had her. Still buried. Still biting. He didn’t get a warning.

Kael lifted.

She came off Maddox in one wet, shocked drag that caused her to wince. Kael brought her hips forward and thrust.

The boldness of it shocked her. All of this shocked her, actually. She was sore. They both were huge. This was insane. But her legs were already locking around him on instinct and he was already thrusting rapidly, bottoming out.

Maddox, whose fangs were still in her neck, growled so loudly that it vibrated down her body. Kael’s mouth found the other side of her neck and bit down immediately.

Two mouths. Two marks. Dual venom hitting her like a battering ram, a doubled heat that wiped what was left of her balance.

The moan that escaped her throat echoed off the bathing chamber walls.

That did it.

Maddox shoved into her from behind.

It hurt.

Not the same place. The first push only gained him the start of it. Tight. Burning. A stretch that made her whole body lock around both of them.

”Maddox,” she breathed.

Maddox grunted and shoved again, forcing another inch, then another, working into her from behind in short, ruthless drives until the tight give finally took him.

Even seated, it was too much. Every thrust dragged her tighter around Kael. Every snap of Kael’s hips shoved her back onto the hurt. She clenched. It made it worse. Maddox didn’t stop. He fucked the tightness like it was the point.

She had nowhere to go. Not the floor. Not the tub. Just two bodies and two mouths and the wet, shocked give of being taken from both sides while neither of them let go of her neck while dual venom pulsed in her body.

She was crying. She hadn’t realized until she tasted salt. Was it the pain? The pleasure? Was it the overwhelming emotions coming from two goddamn matebonds? She didn’t know.

Then déjà vu arrived without permission. She had gathered at this point that her memory fogged when she got marked. But the venom, the sensation, all of it, was triggering something in her that overpowered the sensations.

For a split second, she had clarity.

This had happened earlier. She knew it the way she knew how to breathe. Except the bodies were reversed. Kael’s chest had been against her spine and Maddox’s mouth had been on the right side of her throat.

Then another fragment of something else came. Kael’s voice saying, ’Pick the devil you know and breathe.’ They were in a cave.