Page 48 of The Sunbound Princess
Magic flared again, the golden light raining sparks like the firecrackers that lit up the city on the king’s birthday. Dain and Ezabell gazed at each other with wonder in their eyes. Power built between them, light bursting every time Dain plunged inside. Ezabell’s tits bounced. The muscles in her sleek thighs tightened as she cradled Dain’s body between her legs.
“So fucking beautiful,” I rasped, stroking myself faster.
Ezabell’s eyes found mine through the steam. She stretched a hand toward me. “Come here, Nikolas.”
I didn’t hesitate, scrambling over the damp rug. When I reached her, she wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked.
“Fuck,” I panted.“Fuck!”My heart pounded. Blood pounded in my dick. Maybe the whole room pounded, everything fast and hard and throbbing. My head spun, and my hips jerked. Dain looked up, his gaze fastening on Ezabell stroking me.
He groaned, his rhythm faltering. “Gonna come,” he gasped, then he slammed home with one final, powerful thrust. He threwhis head back as he spent himself deep in Ezabell’s pussy, his roar ringing in my ears.
Ezabell tightened her grip on my cock as he shuddered through his release. When he appeared to catch his breath, she turned her head and locked gazes with me, her eyes blazing with hunger.
“Get back inside me, Nikolas,” she breathed, tugging at my dick.
Surprise and lust parted my lips.
“Do it,” Dain growled, pulling out and collapsing beside her. Lifting onto one elbow, he hiked one of her thighs to her chest, putting her pussy on display. Our combined seed spilled from her, creamy rivulets drizzling over glossy pink. She was soaked from her clit to her asshole, the evidence of our possession smeared over her sex.
Clumsy with desire, I slid between her legs and pushed into her welcoming heat. She was impossibly slick now, her pussy drenched with seed and her arousal.
“So fucking wet,” I groaned, pumping my hips.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, moving with me. “Please don’t stop.”
I couldn’t have stopped if the inn was on fire. Her pussy gripped me. The wet, wicked sound of her sodden, well-used cunt spurred me faster, higher. Sweat dripped from my face. Dain grabbed her jaw and seized her lips in a fiery kiss. We fucked together, bodies and boundaries blurring.
And when Ezabell came again, Dain and I went with her, the three of us tumbling into a thick well of pleasure. I erupted inside her with a hoarse cry, my head spinning and my shout overlapping Dain’s.
I collapsed onto Ezabell, my heart thundering against hers. For several moments, the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing. Eventually, I summoned the strength to roll off her,settling on her other side with a grunt. The three of us lay sprawled on the rug, our limbs tangled and our skin sticky with sweat.
“Well,” Ezabell said finally, her voice scratchy. “That was unexpected.”
Dain turned his head, the hint of a smile on his lips. “Was it?"
She looked at me. Despite everything we’d done, pink touched her cheeks. “Perhaps not entirely,” she admitted.
Propping myself on an elbow, I traced the outline of a tiny sun on her forearm. “What can I say, Princess? I’m irresistible.”
Dain frowned. “What about me?”
I grinned at him. “You’re tolerable.”
He snorted. “I think the princess would disagree.”
“The princess,” Ezabell said deliberately, “is starving.” She sat up, her nose wrinkling as she stared down at her body. “And badly in need of another bath.”
Steam rolled from the pool next to us. Standing, I offered Ezabell my hand. “Bath first. Then we’ll track down that dinner the innkeeper promised us.”
We bathed quickly, plenty of heated glances passing between us. I teased Dain about washing his hair, then thoroughly enjoyed myself watching him and Ezabell take turns washing each other’s. When they both threatened to drown me, I made amends by fetching the three of us towels.
Wrapped in swaths of linen, we crept from the bathing chamber with our clothes bundled under our arms. Ezabell’s cheeks were still flushed, her eyes bright with laughter. She trailed the scent of jasmine as we made our way to the stairs.
Dain trailed it, too, and I made a mental note to tease him about it later. But I left him alone for the moment, his shy smile warming me more than the bathing pool had. He rested a possessive hand in the small of Ezabell’s back as we reached the landing.
The three of us were so caught up in each other that we nearly collided with the innkeeper as she rounded the corner.
“Oh!” she gasped, steadying a tray of food. Her eyes widened as she took in our linen-wrapped bodies and wet hair. “I, um… I was just bringing you…” She moved her gaze from Dain to Ezabell, her brow furrowing.
