Chapter 22

My heart pounded so hard I felt lightheaded as Ronan pulled the sheets back and helped me onto the bed. Or maybe I was still coming down from the most powerful orgasm of my life. Everything between my legs buzzed from the things he'd done with his tongue. Having Sigurn's solid body behind me—and his large hands mercilessly teasing and tormenting my breasts—had turned what should have been a scorching experience into something that transcended description.

And they weren't finished with me yet.

They stripped, one on either side of the bed, their gazes clashing as they revealed wide shoulders, broad chests corded with muscle, and rippling abs. Ronan wore no underclothes, and the sight of his rigid erection crowned with its smooth, swollen head made my blood pump faster. He was all lean muscle and tight, compressed menace. Sigurn was brute strength—a cudgel that could knock through an obstacle. Ronan was speed and lethal grace.

But Sigurn didn't lose out in the comparison. I got a better look at his body this time, and I greedily drank in his thick arms and powerful legs. His cock swung hard and heavy against his thigh as he planted his knee on the bed and crawled in next to me.

Ronan entered the same way. When they reached me, they paused at my hips, their gazes locked across my body. I held my breath, my fingers curling in the sheets as I basked in the sight of their muscled bodies poised above mine. Ronan brushed a long fall of silver hair over his shoulder.

Sigurn's eyes tracked the movement. Then he gripped Ronan's jaw and pulled him into a kiss.

My breath left me in a rush. I'd grown hot and shaky when I observed their kiss through the peephole in the tunnel. But this was different. From this angle, I saw and heard everything—every slick sound, every tantalizing flash of tongue. They kissed each other with a certain level of aggression, as if they couldn't help but compete for the upper hand even as they came together so intimately.

Still maintaining the kiss, Sigurn seized Ronan's hip and yanked Ronan's groin against his. As he'd done in front of the hearth, Sigurn rocked his lower half against Ronan's. This time, however, no clothing impeded my view. Their cocks slid against each other in a breathtaking grind that made me dig my teeth into my bottom lip. It was shockingly intimate. Unbelievably sexy. My mouth watered at the display of potent masculinity so close I could touch it.

Awe spread through me as they continued kissing, their tongues dueling and twisting as they huffed into each other's mouths. Muscles shifted and bulged with every roll of their hips. I let my gaze roam from their firm jaws to their rock-hard erections. Despite my recent orgasm, my pussy throbbed anew. My lips parted as I stared at their shafts sliding over one another, the fat tips of their cocks dotted with moisture. As I watched, a thick bead swelled from Sigurn's slit and dribbled down the crown.

My moan echoed around the bed. Feverish with need, I reached down and stroked my fingers over my clit. I was even wetter than before, my pussy drenched with arousal. Another moan hovered in my throat as I circled my clit with two fingers.

The men broke off their kiss, both panting like they'd just sprinted in a race. And maybe that wasn't too far off.

Sigurn looked at me, the faint dreadravens on his shoulders pulsing with blue light. His brown-and-blue eyes roved my body and fixed on my fingers poised against my throbbing sex. "Keep your hands off your pussy. I have plans for it."

The rough command lifted goosebumps on my skin. I jerked my gaze to Ronan, expecting to see irritation at Sigurn's high-handedness. Instead, Ronan's pale eyes gleamed with something primal and hungry as he looked from Sigurn to me. His gaze traveled the same path as Sigurn's, wandering from my breasts to my sex before returning to my face.

"Do what he says."

Throat dry, I slowly moved my fingers from my clit to the rumpled sheets.

"Good girl."

The men stared me down for another long moment. Then, in one smooth, synchronized movement, they turned their gazes back to each other. Something hot and unspoken passed between them. As I struggled to control my breathing, Sigurn went to his hands and knees and sucked Ronan's shaft straight to the root. He held it for a second, then pulled off and hovered his mouth above Ronan's glistening cockhead. Eyes on Ronan's, Sigurn pursed his lips and let a trail of saliva drizzle onto Ronan's dick.

Pain shot through my hand, and I realized I'd clutched the sheet so hard the cloth was in danger of ripping. But I couldn't be bothered to care. I stared, riveted as Ronan hissed and Sigurn launched into a vigorous blow job.

Ronan cursed softly, his head tipping back so the ends of his long hair swayed over his taut, round ass. He clutched at Sigurn's head with one hand. His other hand squeezed into a fist that he smashed into his thigh, a breathy grunt escaping him.

It was, without question, the most intense sight I'd ever witnessed. Ronan's chest heaved. His shaft gleamed with Sigurn's saliva, and his balls hit Sigurn's chin with every deep, thorough stroke. Sigurn didn't appear to have any trouble taking Ronan to the root. His jaw stretched wide, and he kept his lips rounded as he sucked and licked feverishly.

And maybe he should have looked submissive on his hands and knees with his throat full of Ronan's cock, but he didn't at all. His body was a mesmerizing combination of grace and power. His cock hung heavy between his thick thighs, the meaty shaft swinging with his movements. The muscles in his arms bulged as he absorbed Ronan's thrusts. The bed rocked gently, and the air filled with masculine moans and the soft, fleshy sounds of Ronan's dick tunneling into Sigurn's mouth.

My clit ached fiercely. When Sigurn pulled back a bit, then slid his tongue up Ronan's shaft in a slow, sinuous glide, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop from plunging my hand between my thighs. Every stroke—every enticing flash of tongue—shoved me closer to losing control. My inner muscles clenched. The ache between my thighs twisted into pounding, incessant need.

I couldn't wait. I had to come. Just as I contemplated disobeying Sigurn's order, he pulled off Ronan's dick. He straightened, and both men looked at me with hunger glittering in their eyes.

No, that wasn't quite right. They looked like they were starving, and I was their favorite thing to eat. Fear spiked, but it was too late. Before I could fully absorb what was about to happen, they were on me.

And they were everywhere.

Two men. Two mouths. Two sets of hands. Two bodies covering mine, their weight pressing me down. Ronan turned my head toward him and kissed me. Sigurn's mouth latched onto one of my nipples. A hair-roughened thigh slid between mine, forcing my legs apart. Fingers—I couldn't have said whose—massaged my clit.

"Ungh!"I moaned into Ronan's mouth. He responded by trailing his lips down my neck to my other nipple, which he flicked with his tongue before sucking the peak into his mouth. Side by side, he and Sigurn teased and lapped at my breasts. Their cocks pressed against my thighs, the blunt tips trailing hot moisture. The hand between my legs became two hands. Fingers stroking my clit. Fingers gliding through my wetness. Fingers pushing inside me. I couldn't tell which fingers belonged to which man. They were both warriors, their fingertips rough with calluses.

"Please," I panted, tossing my head. Writhing beneath them as they feasted at my breasts and fingered my pussy. Teeth closed down on my nipple and tugged none-too-gently. Pain spiked, then sizzled into dark, wicked pleasure. The fingers inside me pumped in and out. The fingers at my clit worked in rapid circles.

My orgasm slammed into me with a force that stole my breath. My mouth stretched on a soundless scream as I came and came, my body shattering to pieces. The mouths at my breasts suckled harder. The fingers between my legs pumped and stroked faster. Blinding pleasure. Overwhelming bliss. I was drowning, and I didn't care. I went under freely, willingly, my body flung apart by the white-hot currents that went on and on with no end in sight.

But they ended eventually. I resurfaced slowly, my senses returning just as the men shifted position. Strong hands lifted me and guided me onto my back. Sigurn rolled away, and then Ronan stretched on top of me. His lips brushed my temple, and then his low voice rasped in my ear.

"I have to fuck you. I can't wait any longer, love." His cock nudged my opening, and then he slid inside me, filling me in one smooth, controlled thrust.

We moaned together. My pussy spasmed around him, little aftershocks from my orgasm shuddering through me. His hair fell around us as he pushed onto his forearms and began to thrust, his dick gliding in and out of me with slick, heavy sounds. He didn't hold back. Every shove of his hips jolted my body, until my breath came in short, labored pants.

"How does she feel?" Sigurn asked, reappearing at the side of the bed. The mattress dipped as he climbed in beside us. He stretched on his side next to me, his gaze on the place where Ronan's dick entered me.

"Tight," Ronan grunted, his hair swinging and the muscles in his chest flexing with his efforts. "Perfect."

Sigurn's dark lashes obscured his eyes, but his stare was like a brand between my legs. He snagged his lower lip between his teeth as he watched Ronan fuck me. With a muttered curse, Sigurn reached down and gave his own erection a few strokes.

On impulse, I reached out and covered his hand with mine. "Let me do it."

He jerked his head up—and his eyes went molten with desire. "Please do, Princess," he rasped, thrusting against my hand.

Fresh lust seared me as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and pumped. I timed my strokes with Ronan's thrusts, squeezing Sigurn from base to tip. Moisture from his slit coated my hand. Canting my head down, I squeezed his smooth cockhead until more precome swelled in his slit. Then I swiped my hand over it and smoothed it down his shaft.

"Fuck, yes," Sigurn said, jerking his hips harder. Possessiveness flared in his eyes as he bent over me and seized my mouth. He twined his tongue around mine and sucked hard. As he plundered my mouth, he slid a hand up my ribs to my breast and squeezed.

It was utterly filthy. Deliciously depraved. Ronan fucking me. Sigurn kissing me. Fondling me. My hand working up and down Sigurn's dick. It couldn't get any better. It certainly couldn't get any hotter.

Sigurn pulled back. Turned his head and exchanged a look with Ronan.

Ronan rose to his knees, grabbed my hips, and yanked me off the pillows. I lost my grip on Sigurn's cock as my head thumped gently against the mattress. Through it all, Ronan kept thrusting. The new angle let him drive deeper, but he missed my clit.

Sigurn prowled down my body, raining kisses as he went. His lips brushed my nipples, the valley between my breasts, my stomach. His beard tickled my skin. His teeth grazed my mound.

And then he kept going, his dark head descending to my…

No. He couldn't possibly mean to?—

His tongue lashed over my clit.

"Sigurn!" My cry bounced off the beamed ceiling twenty feet above us. Fiery, forbidden pleasure suffused me. Above me, Ronan shoved his fingers into Sigurn's hair and held on tight—and I knew in that moment that Sigurn worked his tongue over Ronan's thrusting cock. He tasted me and tasted me on Ronan, servicing us both.

"Yes," Ronan panted, his chest heaving and his hair flying around his shoulders. He seized Sigurn's hair in a brutal grip, holding Sigurn's head to my pussy as he plunged his dick inside me. "Fuck…fuck! Just like that."

Sigurn's wicked, fluttering caresses sped up. Lash after lash landed on my clit.

Another orgasm broke over me, ripping a keening cry from my throat. Dimly, I was aware of Ronan's hips bucking. His hoarse shout rang in my ears, and he shuddered as he thrust a final time.

Seed scalded my channel, the force of it stealing my breath. Then Ronan pulled out, and two sets of hands maneuvered me. Still reeling from my release, I found myself sandwiched between Ronan and Sigurn. My breasts mashed against Ronan's sweaty chest. Sigurn's cock lodged against my backside.

Gentle hands threaded through my hair, and then Ronan's eyes stared into mine. "Do you want to keep going?"

Sigurn wrapped an arm around my waist from behind, and his beard brushed my neck. "You're in charge, Princess."

My heart swelled as my body hummed with satisfaction. Sigurn hadn't come yet, but I knew he wanted me. They both did. And yet, they were both ready to stop if I'd had enough. Their heat surrounded me. Their hands caressed me, stroking and petting my curves. Any worries I'd harbored about them excluding me from their passion died a swift death. It was a powerful thing, being the focal point of their desire. Two men. Two lovers. Two kings.

Was I ready to stop?

"No," I murmured, twisting enough to meet Sigurn's eyes. I curled a hand under his chin and tugged at his beard the way I'd always wanted to. "Please don't stop, my king. I want your cock inside me."

Something hot and possessive fired in his eyes. He placed a warm hand on my thigh. "Lift this leg."

Ronan was there already, gripping me behind the knee and pulling my thigh over his. Opening me for Sigurn, who reached down and notched his cock against my entrance.

Then he eased his hips forward, filling me inch by inch. My breath caught as he forced Ronan's hot seed back inside me. Come trickled around his shaft and wet my inner thighs. It was so decadently filthy, my curves sandwiched between hard, unforgiving strength. My body leaking come from one lover while a second thrust his cock so deep I could only whimper as fresh lust sizzled through me.

"You feel so damn good," Sigurn murmured, rolling his hips in that slow, serpentine grind that made pinpricks of heat fire all over my body. "So tight and hot. Like a little forge around my dick."

Words failed me. I stared at Sigurn, my breathing ragged and my pussy throbbing around him. Fingers plucked at one of my nipples, and I gasped as I turned back to Ronan.

His eyes burned with magic and lust as he caressed my breasts. He ran his hand all over me, petting and squeezing my heated flesh. My gasping breaths turned to moans as he dipped his fingers between my thighs and stroked my slick folds flared around Sigurn's cock. Sigurn pulled the hair away from my neck and kissed the underside of my jaw. Ronan's cock was hard again, and he worked his hips against me, sliding his shaft up and down my mound and occasionally grinding his cock over Sigurn's.

My world dissolved into hands and mouths. Masculine sighs and low, impassioned moans. Sigurn was inside me, but they fucked me together, leaving no part of my body untouched. Hands skimmed my ribs and inner thighs. Fingers flicked over my nipples and clit. They lingered there, then slid to the tight, sensitive whorl between my cheeks.

I stiffened at the last, shock and an unexpected shot of pleasure darting through me.

"Easy," Sigurn murmured, kissing my neck. He continued pumping his dick inside me as he slid his finger over a place I'd never imagined anyone touching me. "Do you like this?" He spread my arousal and Ronan's come in a slow circle, then breached me a little, giving me the merest tip of his finger.

Hot, wicked pleasure spiked again. Foreign and so fucking good.

"More!" I demanded, writhing on his dick. My heart thundered, and the wild part of me he'd unleashed threw back its head and howled.

Sigurn's growl of approval shook the bed. He fucked me in two places, his dick drilling into my pussy as he pumped the tip of his finger in and out of my asshole. Ronan was right there with him, his fingers swiftly circling my clit. It was too good. Too much.

"I can't," I gasped, and then I was convulsing, waves of pleasure coming so hard and fast I had no choice but to surrender. Stars burst behind my eyelids. I bucked between the men, my hips jerking as the waves swept from my head to my toes and back again. On and on it went, blinding ecstasy flinging me into a vast, formless space with no beginning and no end. Sigurn's shout sounded from somewhere, and heat flooded me. Warm hands and mouths caressed me. Deep voices soothed me. At some point, a warm cloth swiped over my limbs and between my legs. The voices continued, weaving around each other.

They buffeted me as I fought the weights that tried to close my eyes. For a moment, one of the voices seemed to slip into the Old Language, and I could have sworn that magic brushed my skin. But I couldn't be bothered to untangle the mystery. Exhaustion tugged harder, and I slipped back into the sea and let it carry me into sleep.