Chapter 26 Embers of the Crown #7
Viktor’s hands guided my hips, up and down, grinding me into him, his cock splitting me open, the fullness too much and not enough. His spit and praise and flexing body—biceps, abs, pits—became my whole world, every breath full of him.
I never wanted it to end—sweat, spit, desperate friction, Viktor’s cock inside me, Dom’s hands everywhere, bodies flexing and flexing and flexing, three men tangled in a hunger too big for words.
Dom’s grip tightened on my hips, steadying me as his chest pressed flush to my back, heat radiating between our bodies, the muscles of his arms corded tight as he braced himself.
My body trembled, thighs burning, sweat slick on my skin.
I gasped, head rolling back onto Dom’s shoulder, Viktor’s cock buried deep inside, grinding against that spot that made me see stars.
Dom pressed his mouth to my ear, breath hot, words curling down my spine. “Ready for more, prince? You think you can take both of us—think you can handle being filled until you can’t breathe?”
A broken whimper spilled from my lips, hips rolling, cock leaking onto Viktor’s abs. “Please—need it—need both of you, want to be ruined—”
Viktor’s hands tightened, holding my hips wide, his cock twitching inside me. “Spread him,” Viktor ordered, voice rough and dark. “I want to see him take it. Want to feel you fuck him while he’s split open on me.”
Dom spat in his palm, thick and wet, the sound lewd in the air. He stroked his cock, lining up behind me, the heavy head pressing to my hole, Viktor’s cock still buried deep inside. My breath caught, every muscle going taut with anticipation, fear, hunger.
Dom nudged the head of his cock in, slick and hot, pressing against Viktor’s shaft, pushing past the tight resistance, stretching me wider, fuller, a burn that made my whole body shake.
My hands flew to Viktor’s chest, nails raking over his pecs, desperate for something to hold, something to anchor me as my body fought to open.
Viktor’s voice cut through, low and commanding. “Breathe for me. Take it slow. You’re doing so fucking well.”
The pressure built, Dom working in, inch by inch, Viktor holding me steady, Dom’s hand sliding up my back, soothing, grounding, until finally the head popped past the ring, both cocks seated inside, my body stretched to the edge of breaking.
I sobbed, pleasure and pain swirling, sweat pouring down my back, thighs shaking from the effort of holding myself open.
Dom groaned, hips pressed flush to my ass, Viktor buried beneath, the fullness overwhelming. “So tight. So fucking tight, Sebastian. You’re perfect—feel both of us, feel how deep we are inside you?”
I couldn’t answer. My mouth hung open, drool pooling at my lips, head lolling forward, eyes rolling back as my body adjusted, muscles fluttering and clenching around them. Every little movement made my vision blur, pleasure shooting up my spine, fire licking through my veins.
Viktor flexed under me, cock pulsing, his hands stroking my thighs, urging me to move. “Ride us,” Viktor demanded, his accent thick, words slurred by need. “Show us how greedy you are. Show us what a mess we’ve made of you.”
Dom’s teeth bit my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, hips rocking shallow, letting me feel the stretch, the impossible pressure.
His hand wrapped around my chest, pinching my nipple, dragging a filthy moan from my throat.
“Move for us, pretty thing. Work those hips. I want to watch you fuck yourself on both our cocks.”
I rocked forward, every nerve on fire, the sensation of being filled so completely nearly too much.
Viktor’s hands guided my pace, Dom’s hands roaming everywhere—thighs, hips, chest, neck—claiming every inch.
They set a rhythm, slow at first, letting my body open, then faster, rougher, the heat building, the friction delirious.
Every time I dropped down, both cocks ground against that spot inside me, a jolt of electricity that made my cock throb, precome leaking over Viktor’s abs, sweat dripping from my chin, my chest, their bodies slick and hot against mine.
Dom leaned in, mouth to my ear, voice a rumble. “Feel that? Feel how full you are? Two cocks splitting you wide, making you ours. You’ll never forget this—never take anyone else like you take us.”
Viktor grinned up at me, pride and hunger and challenge in his eyes. “You were made for this, Sebastian. Made to be ruined, made to be worshipped.”
My body shuddered, legs trembling, hands clawing at Viktor’s flexed biceps, the muscles hard and bulging under my grip.
Viktor flexed for me, showing off, sweat slicking every ridge, the taste of his skin still heavy on my tongue.
Dom’s hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to look down at Viktor, spit trailing from my lips to his mouth.
“Feed him,” Dom growled. “Feed Viktor your spit, give him everything, let him taste how much you want this.”
I spat into Viktor’s open mouth, a messy, desperate offering, Viktor’s tongue lapping it up, his lips crashing to mine, kissing me filthy and hard, swallowing every gasp and sob and confession.
Their cocks pistoned in and out, Viktor thrusting up from below, Dom grinding down from behind, my body stretched to the limit, every nerve burning, pleasure building with every slap, every grind, every wordless moan.
I was nothing but sensation—sweat, spit, desperate friction, two cocks inside me, Viktor’s body flexing under my hands, Dom’s voice in my ear, their hands everywhere, my own cock untouched and leaking, my body shaking, ruined, owned.
Bodies tangled, sweat-slick and burning, the heat between us built until the world felt too small to contain it. Viktor and Dom moved in perfect, ruthless rhythm, cocks sliding in and out, their hands never leaving my body, grounding me in pleasure, pinning me in place.
Dom’s breath ghosted over my ear, voice a ragged, reverent growl. “Time to see your face. Turn over. Want to watch you fall apart for us.”
They eased out together, every inch dragging a wild sound from my throat, the sudden emptiness a sharp ache, a hunger that made my whole body strain for more.
Viktor flipped me, strong hands sliding under my thighs, dragging me flat on my back, legs spread wide, cock and balls slick with spit and precome.
Dom crouched behind my head, hands framing my jaw, Viktor lined up again, guiding the thick head of his cock to my battered, spit-slick hole.
Dom bent down, lips meeting mine, tongue fucking deep, sharing spit and sweat and every shattered sound I made.
Viktor thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt, the stretch brutal, perfect, body arching as the fullness overwhelmed me.
Dom pressed his forehead to mine, eyes wild, then shifted lower, lining up next to Viktor, cocks sliding together, splitting me open again.
Both of them started moving, Viktor’s hands gripping my thighs, Dom’s arm hooked under my knee, spreading me wider, pinning me to the bed.
The sensation blurred pleasure and pain, Viktor’s cock pounding up into me, Dom grinding deep, cocks rubbing together inside me, every thrust sending sparks shooting up my spine.
Sweat dripped down my chest, their voices a chorus of praise and filth, every word a brand.
Viktor’s thumb slid over my lips, forcing them open, spitting into my mouth, demanding I swallow it, his other hand stroking my cheek, eyes locked on mine. “Come for us, Sebastian. Let us feel you milk our cocks. Let go.”
Dom’s hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my breath catch, his hips slamming forward, the edge of release in every motion.
Their cocks pistoned in and out, Viktor’s voice a low snarl, Dom’s teeth dragging along my jaw, the pressure mounting with every brutal, desperate thrust.
The rhythm faltered, Viktor’s body shuddering, Dom’s voice dissolving into a string of curses and praise.
Heat exploded inside me, Viktor’s cock twitching as he emptied himself deep, Dom’s cock pulsing, filling me so full I thought I’d burst, their cum spilling out around their shafts, leaking down my thighs, soaking the sheets.
Their groans blended together, a sound so filthy and triumphant it made my toes curl, my whole body arching off the bed.
Neither of them let me fall. Viktor pulled out slow, mess leaking from my ruined hole, Dom slipping free and sliding down, mouth finding the slick, licking up the combined spend, worshipping the place where their bodies had owned me.
Viktor caught my cock in his fist, the head angry red, leaking and untouched for so long I nearly sobbed at the relief. Dom’s mouth replaced his hand, tongue swirling over the tip, sucking me deep, Viktor kneeling beside him, both men crowding around, mouths and hands everywhere.
Dom swallowed me down to the root, nose pressed to my curls, Viktor’s tongue licking the shaft, the base, his hand squeezing my balls, rolling them, milking every drop of pleasure from my overstimulated body.
My hands tangled in their hair, hips bucking helplessly, desperate for release, desperate to mark them the way they’d marked me.
Viktor’s mouth replaced Dom’s, lips stretched wide, tongue fucking the slit, Dom’s mouth moved lower, licking my balls, sucking one after the other into his mouth, both men groaning, their faces smeared with spit and sweat and the scent of sex.
My orgasm built like a storm, every nerve burning, every muscle locked. Viktor’s lips sealed around the head, Dom’s hand stroking my shaft, his tongue still working my balls, the filthy praise in their voices a constant, inescapable command.
“Give it to us, Sebastian,” Dom growled, mouth pressed to my inner thigh. “Come for us. Mark us. Let us see you lose it.”
Viktor’s eyes found mine, wild and wanting, mouth open, tongue waiting.
That was all it took—my whole body tensed, back arched, a cry ripped from my chest as I came, cock pulsing, thick ropes of cum painting their faces, their mouths, their tongues.
Viktor swallowed every drop he could catch, Dom’s mouth following, licking up the mess, fighting for every drop, worshipping me through the aftershocks, hands stroking my hips, my chest, my thighs.
Sweat pooled between us, my chest heaving, body shaking, every inch claimed and worshipped and utterly spent. Dom pressed kisses up my thigh, over my hip, mouth meeting Viktor’s in a filthy, hungry kiss, sharing the taste of me, tongues tangling, cum and spit and sweat smeared between them.
They sprawled over me, bodies heavy, mouths soft now, hands tracing patterns on my skin, the storm of need finally spent, nothing left but the warmth of aftermath and the slow, shuddering realization that I would never be whole for anyone but them.
Bodies tangled in sweat and the raw heat of spent desire, the three of us lay in the hush that followed, chests rising and falling, skin pressed to skin, the mess of what we’d done still sticky and gleaming in the candlelight.
For a long while, no one spoke—just breathing, hearts slowing, the storm of hunger easing into something weightless, almost sacred.
Dom rolled to his side, propped up on an elbow, a lazy, satisfied smirk curving his lips. “Well,” he murmured, voice low and loose, “that’s one way to kill the tension before a mission.”
Viktor’s laughter rumbled soft against my chest, the vibration soothing.
My hand found his, fingers threading through, a silent claim that Dom noticed and understood.
His gaze lingered on our joined hands for a heartbeat—no jealousy, just the warm humor of a man who’d known what he wanted from the start and had no need to linger.
Dom stretched, long and lazy, then planted a kiss to my cheek—playful, almost brotherly—and pressed another to Viktor’s shoulder, lingering just long enough to leave a mark.
“You two are fucking dangerous together,” he said, amusement tangled with a thread of respect.
“Try not to let the world burn down before breakfast.”
Viktor grunted, half smile, eyes already turning inward, closing the distance between us as Dom rose and padded to the bathroom, whistling tunelessly as he disappeared.
The door clicked softly behind him. Silence fell, private and full, the energy in the room shifting, folding inward until there was only us.
Viktor’s hand cupped my jaw, gentle now, tracing the mess on my face with a thumb, eyes gone soft, almost vulnerable.
His lips pressed to my forehead, the kind of kiss that meant home.
I let myself melt into him, content in a way I never thought I’d be again. The adrenaline had faded, replaced by the ache in my muscles and the warmth of Viktor’s body pressed close, heart still pounding in time with mine.
Fingers stroked my temple, slow and soothing, banishing the last of the tremors from my limbs. “You alright?” Viktor murmured, accent thick with exhaustion and something softer—a fear that always lived just beneath his skin, a protectiveness that never faded, even now.
I nodded, unable to find words for what I felt. Sated, safe, entirely seen. “Better than alright,” I managed, voice rough. “You?”
He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing me in. “I am now.”
Silence stretched between us, comfortable as a blanket.
Down the hall, the water ran as Dom cleaned himself up, humming off-key, a reminder that the world would come crashing back soon enough.
But for now, it was just the two of us, wrapped around each other, everything else held at bay by candlelight and the remnants of pleasure.
Viktor wiped my cheek, collecting the last drops of my release with a wicked smile, then sucked his thumb clean, eyes never leaving mine. “You are trouble, Sebastian,” he whispered, teasing and tender all at once. “But you’re mine.”
A laugh escaped me, small and honest, echoing in the hush. “Yours. Always.”
He gathered me closer, drawing the sheets up, pressing a final kiss to my hair as I let myself drift—body sore, heart full, mind quiet for the first time in days.
Dom emerged a few minutes later, dressed, hair damp, a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth. He saluted us, mock-serious. “Get some sleep, lovebirds. Big day tomorrow.”
“Night, Dom,” I said, genuine affection in my voice.
“Night,” Viktor echoed, voice rumbling low.
Dom slipped out, shutting the door behind him. We were alone, the world narrowing down to the sound of our breaths, the warmth of skin on skin, the promise that whatever tomorrow brought, we would face it together.
Viktor’s hand found mine again under the covers, squeezing gently. “Sleep, Sebastian,” he whispered. “I’ll be here.”
And for the first time in a long time, I believed him.