Page 78 of The Sunbound Princess
“Breathe,” Nikolas murmured, stroking my hair. “Just breathe and let him in.”
I dragged in a breath and let it out slowly, forcing my body to yield. Dain pushed forward with aching patience, splitting me open inch by inch. Heat bloomed first—then the burn, sharp and dizzying, danced up my spine. When the head of his cock breached the tight ring of muscle, the discomfort shattered, swept away by the overwhelming stretch. Gods, the stretch. I felt everything—his thickness, the drag of him inside me, the delicious pressure of being held open between them.
Nikolas’s breath hitched beside my ear. I couldn’t tell whose hand was on my breast, whose lips grazed my throat—only that I was wrapped in heat and reverence, worshipped from the inside out. And, oh gods, I didn’t need fingers on my clit or a mouth between my legs. I was going to come from this, justthis.
Dain smoothed a hand up my back. “Are you all right?” he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
Beginning to rock, I nodded frantically. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
He eased forward, his thick shaft tunneling deeper. Nikolas moved beneath me, rolling his hips up. Their cocks slid over each other inside my body.
“Oh…my gods,” I breathed, my heartbeat pounding in my clit. My nipples dragged across Nikolas’s chest. More moisture flooded my pussy, heat trickling around Nikolas’s shaft.
“So fucking tight,” Dain rasped as he began to move, each thrust deliberate, reverent. “So perfect.” He rocked into meslowly, carefully, like he knew just how close I was to coming undone. The burn was long gone, but the fire remained, the flames licking mercilessly between my legs. They set a rhythm, one fucking into me while the other withdrew. I rocked between them, never empty. Always, always I was full.
“More,” I demanded, bracing my forearms on Nikolas’s chest.
They gave it to me, thrusting harder and deeper. Their breathing grew ragged as they worked their dicks in and out of my body. Dain squeezed my hips with oil-slick fingers. Nikolas pulled my mouth to his and kissed me, only to surrender control when Dain tangled a hand in my hair and guided my lips to his.
They filled me and fucked me, working me between them in a breathless, filthy grind. The golden light around us intensified, swirling like the cyclones that formed in the Iron Sea. It fed on our pleasure, growing brighter with each thrust, each gasp, each slap of skin against skin.
The pressure built to an impossible peak. I was so full—not just of Nikolas and Dain, but of magic that swelled and roared inside me like a caged storm. The Dokimasi blazed beneath my ribs, too large and bright to contain within flesh and bone. Light burst from my skin in waves, no longer the gentle golden glow but something wild and blinding that crackled through the air.
Dain and Nikolas rocked me between them. Their rhythm didn’t falter even as magic poured from me in molten streams. Dain tightened his grip on my hips. Nikolas’s breath came sharp against my throat. Pleasure and power twisted together until I couldn’t tell them apart.
“I can’t—” I gasped, my body trembling between them. “I can’t hold it.”
“Then let go,” Nikolas whispered against my lips. “Let it out, Bel.”
The climax struck in a whiplash of light. My body convulsed, the force so great I thought I might shatter in truth. But I didn’t.
Instead of breaking, I blazed.
The Dokimasi erupted outward, magic exploding from every pore until the world dissolved into pure, golden light. Nikolas roared, his arms locking around me as he pumped his hot release deep in my pussy. Dain followed, his bellow of triumph ringing in my ears.
When the brilliance faded, I lay on my back between a panting Nikolas and Dain. Sunlight streamed over us, heating my skin. Grass tickled my back.
Wait.Grass?
I bolted upright. At the same moment, my magic slammed into me, knocking me backward.
“Whoa,” Nikolas said, catching me before I could fall.
My head spun. The world tilted as disorientation swept me. Where were the obsidian walls? I blinked hard, trying to make sense of the blue sky where a vaulted black ceiling should have been.
“What—?” I started to ask, then snapped my mouth shut.
Nikolas sucked in a breath as he got a look at our surroundings.
The platform and the Obsidian Tower were gone. Roses and sunflowers swayed in a gentle breeze. Steps away, a bench with peeling paint nestled under an ancient oak. Helios and I used to sit on it to count when we played hide-and-seek.
Sunlight formed a shimmering curtain around us, the rays rising into the sky like the pillars of a cathedral. My magic settled around my shoulders like a warm blanket, and power sang under my skin.
Wonder twined through me. The air smelled of soil and growing things. Of home.
We were in the Grove at Lum Laras.
Nikolas and Dain stared, their gazes going from my sigils to the flower beds I’d tended as a child.
