Chapter 26 Embers of the Crown #6
Cold slick poured into Dom’s palm. He smeared it over my hole, fingers working it deep, slow, relentless, the burn fading to stretch, to pure, molten want.
Every circle, every twist made me whimper, made my hips roll back.
Dom coated the thick length of his cock, more lube than necessary, letting it drip over the head, spill down my cleft, making a mess of both of us.
“Ready for it?” Dom rumbled, voice vibrating through my spine.
“Please,” I begged, unable to keep the need out of my voice. “Need it—need you inside me, want to feel all of it.”
Dom’s cock pressed to my rim, slow and devastating, the first push stealing the breath from my lungs.
Inch by inch he filled me, the burn sharp, bright, then giving way to perfect fullness.
My fingers clawed at Viktor’s abs, nails digging crescents into his skin, every muscle straining to take it, to give more.
Viktor grinned down at me, smug and radiant, pride and arousal blazing in his eyes.
His free hand stroked my hair, his other flexing a bicep near my face, veins standing out under golden skin.
“Worship me,” he commanded, his accent thickening, dark and possessive.
“You want to be ours? Prove it. Use your mouth. Show me what you crave.”
Dom’s cock ground deeper, hips rolling, holding me open as Viktor spread his arms behind his head, stretching, the lines of his body carved from shadow and candlelight.
I dragged my tongue up his abs, licking the salt from his skin, tracing the deep cut of muscle with desperate, reverent strokes.
His skin tasted of sweat, clean and sharp, the heat of his body burning under my tongue.
Viktor flexed for me, his bicep tightening, chest rising as I buried my face in his pit, breathing in the heady musk, licking deep, greedy for every drop, every taste.
The scent went straight to my cock, the taste making me whimper, hips grinding back onto Dom’s cock, body caught between worship and surrender.
Dom’s hands dug into my hips, pulling me back, fucking into me with a slow, punishing rhythm, every inch filling me, opening me, making me ache for more.
His breath was hot on my spine, his voice thick with need.
“You feel so fucking good. So tight, so perfect. Clenching around me like you never want to let go.”
Viktor’s chest heaved, sweat slick under my tongue as I licked and sucked at his pit, savoring the salt, the tang, the primal scent of him.
His hands guided my mouth lower, pressing me to his bicep, making me kiss and lick the hard muscle, tongue tracing veins, worshipping every inch.
He flexed for me, every movement a show of strength, of dominance, of ownership.
“Keep going,” Viktor murmured, voice pure command. “You don’t stop until I say. I want you to taste every inch of me. I want you to remember this every time you close your eyes.”
My mouth slid up to his shoulder, biting, sucking, marking him with bruises that would last. My tongue traced the line of his neck, tasting sweat and skin, my teeth nipping at the pulse pounding there.
Viktor’s hands kept me in place, his cock nudging my lips, smearing precome over my mouth, demanding attention, demanding worship.
Dom’s cock slammed in harder, his hips slapping my ass, the weight of him relentless, the stretch perfect.
His hands roamed up my sides, twisting my nipples, pulling a gasp from my throat, making my body clamp down, milk his cock.
“You like this, don’t you?” Dom taunted, voice low and hungry.
“Being split open, used, fucked and worshipped at the same time.”
I nodded, mouth full of Viktor’s skin, every muscle straining, desperate for more, for everything.
Viktor shifted, bringing my face back to his pit, his arm hooked around my head, holding me there, making me breathe him in, lick him clean, savor him like I’d never get another chance. His biceps flexed under my mouth, chest rising and falling with every gasp, every moan, every filthy praise.
Dom’s cock pistoned in and out, dragging against my sweet spot, making my body tremble, sweat dripping down my back, pooling at the base of my spine. His hands stayed rough, possessive, squeezing my ass, slapping the flesh, making me clench, making Viktor moan at the feel of it all.
Viktor watched me, eyes wild, lips parted, pride and hunger tangled in every line of his face. “Good boy,” he whispered, his accent thick and rich, his thumb smearing sweat over my lips. “You do it so well. So eager to please. So hungry for us.”
My mouth was a mess, spit and sweat and precome smeared over my chin, my cheeks, my neck. Viktor’s hands never left me, guiding me, owning me, pulling my mouth to his pit, his bicep, his abs, making sure I tasted every drop of him, every part he wanted to offer.
Dom’s rhythm grew rougher, deeper, his cock stretching me, owning me, every thrust making me cry out, making my body shudder, making Viktor’s praise pour over me like blessing and threat.
Tongue worshipped every line of Viktor’s body—slicking salt from under his arms, tracing veins along his biceps, mouthing along the deep ridges of his abs while his hand cradled the back of my skull, never letting me break away.
The heat of his arousal, the raw scent of him, settled into my bones and made me ache, a need I couldn’t outrun.
Dom’s teeth raked over my spine, the scrape sharp enough to sting, hips snapping, hands gripping my waist until I gasped and ground back for more.
Viktor pressed two fingers into my mouth, curling them on my tongue, drawing more spit as I moaned and licked, eyes half-closed in worship and exhaustion.
His thumb traced over my jaw, the slow possessive drag sending sparks through my whole body.
“Sloppy for me,” he praised, voice a low rumble.
“That’s how I want you. Let Dom see what a good slut you are. ”
Dom’s laughter darkened, rough hands dragging down my back, squeezing the flesh of my ass, his cock dragging slow and deep, pressing against that spot inside me until my knees nearly buckled.
“Never seen anyone so desperate,” Dom taunted, voice thick.
“Taking both of us like you were fucking born for it.”
My lips found Viktor’s pit again, licking, tasting, moaning into his skin as he held me close, his sweat mixing with mine, his free hand squeezing the back of my neck, a leash I never wanted to escape.
Dom finally slowed, cock pulling free with a filthy, wet sound, hands dragging up my sides, leaving me empty, shaking, desperate for more.
He pressed his lips to my shoulder, biting down, leaving a mark that would last. “Let’s swap,” Dom said, voice low and hungry.
“I want to watch you ride Viktor’s cock, want to see you split yourself open for him. ”
Viktor caught my jaw, tilting my face up, his lips brushing mine—sweat, spit, and command in the kiss. “Do it, prince. Lube me up. Show me how much you want it.”
Nerves tingled, muscles shaking, my hands scrambling for the bottle Dom shoved into my palm.
I knelt between Viktor’s spread thighs, the candlelight tracing every sharp angle, every hard ridge of muscle.
My fingers wrapped around his cock, slick and heavy, already leaking for me.
I worked the lube up and down his length, slow and reverent, thumb circling the head, spreading the slick until every inch glistened.
Viktor watched every movement, eyes bright, his chest rising and falling with ragged need. “Get on,” he growled, voice tight, hungry. “Want to feel you squeeze me. Want you to ruin yourself on my cock.”
Dom’s hands guided me up, steadying my hips, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, voice dark and taunting. “Go slow. Let me see you take every inch. Want to see your face when he fills you.”
Knees trembling, I straddled Viktor’s hips, the blunt head of his cock nudging my slicked hole, the anticipation so sharp I nearly sobbed.
Viktor gripped my thighs, holding me open, guiding me down inch by slow, perfect inch, the stretch burning, perfect, every muscle straining to take him.
The weight of him, the thickness, made me gasp, mouth falling open, eyes fluttering closed as I sank all the way down, Viktor’s cock buried to the root inside me.
Dom’s hand slid up my spine, fingers tangling in my hair, tilting my head back. “Look at me,” Dom commanded. “Let Viktor see how hungry you are.”
Viktor’s eyes locked with mine, possessive and feral. “Ride me. Use me. I want to feel you break on my cock.”
I rocked my hips, grinding down, the pressure exquisite, Viktor filling me, splitting me open, every movement sending sparks up my spine. His hands squeezed my waist, his grip bruising, his voice a stream of praise and filth, urging me on, demanding more.
Dom watched, one hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking slow, eyes glued to where I took Viktor, the wet slide, the mess. “You see that, Viktor? He was made for this. Fuck, you look so good together.”
Viktor caught my chin, spit pooling on his tongue before he let it drip into my mouth, feeding it to me, his thumb smearing it across my lips, over my cheek. I swallowed, dizzy, desperate for more, tongue chasing every drop. “Want more?” Viktor teased, voice a snarl. “Beg for it.”
“Please—feed me, fuck me, use me,” I panted, grinding down harder, Viktor’s cock nudging that spot inside me that made me see stars, sweat dripping down my back, my cock bouncing against his abs, leaking, aching.
Viktor grinned, spit glistening on his lips, and shoved two fingers in my mouth again, making me suck, making me drool for him. His biceps flexed, chest heaving, the sight of him alone enough to keep me teetering on the edge.
Dom knelt behind, hands roaming my back, nails dragging red lines up my sides, his voice a low growl in my ear. “Keep riding him. Don’t stop. Want you to come without even being touched.”