Page 19 of Incoronate
Venom flooded my bloodstream the next second, sparking off every nerve ending I had before tangling with whatever Dominic was doing between my legs until there was nothing left of me but feeling. No thoughts. No boundaries. No where-I-ended-and-they-began. Just pleasure and heat and the overwhelming certainty that my body was never going to be the same again after them.
Every slow pull of his mouth sent another wave of heat coursing through my veins, winding itself tighter and tighter inside me until I could barely draw breath around it. The raw intimacy of the way he fed, the hunger in every last draw of his mouth, made everything feel more real than anything had in days.
“Wait, please. It’s too much. I can’t—” The rest of the protest dissolved into a desperate, wordless cry as Dominic’s tongue hit that spot that made my whole body jerk.
‘Yes, you can,’ drawled Dominic into my mind, his tongue doing things that should have been illegal. ‘You’re being so good for us, angel. Look at you coming undone so prettily for us.’
Holy mother of god, I was right there, hanging on by the thinnest of threads. Every muscle in my body had pulled taut, my back bowed off the mattress, my thighs trembling uncontrollably. One more pass of his tongue, one more pull from Trace’s mouth, and I was going over the edge whether I was ready for it or not.
‘Show me how good you are for me, angel. How good you come for me.Let me taste every last drop of you.’
The orgasm tore through me with devastating force, stealing my breath and my vision and every coherent thoughtI’d ever had. My body convulsed against the restraints, pleasure crashing over me in waves that didn’t seem to end. Every time I thought I was finally coming down from it,Dominic’s tongue would drag over me and coax it back up,or Trace’s fangs would sink into me again, and I’d be right back at the peak of it.
And then they’d start over. Different angles, different rhythms, different ways of taking me apart until I’d lost count of how many times I’d come undone between them. They wrung every last tremor from my body until I was boneless and spent, until the pleasure had burned through every nerve ending and left me floating somewhere beyond my own body. Only when they were finally done with me, and I with them, did sleep finally pull me under, dragging me into the deepest rest I’d had in months.
Chained and claimed and utterly spent.
* * *
I woke to the sound of steady breathing in my bed. Trace and Dominic were still fast asleep on either side of me, their rhythms just slightly out of sync with each other in a way that somehow left me feeling strangely comforted and reassured.
I lay there without moving for a moment, letting it all sink in. The chains were still looped around my wrists, the metal cool against my skin, and the room was washed in gray with early morning light filtering in through the curtains. My body felt spent in the best possible way, pleasantly heavy, every muscle carrying the kind of exhaustion that had nothing to do with sleep or fear.
The voices hadn’t returned during the night.
The second my eyes snapped open, I’d searched inward, combing through the dark recesses of my mind, looking for any trace of them. Any whisper or pull or thread of thoughtthat didn’t belong to me. But there was nothing. Just my own thoughts, clear and uncluttered and entirely mine.
Hope stirred in my chest, fragile but there all the same. Maybe killing Famine had broken whatever pull they’d had on me. Maybe it really was over.
I turned my head to look at Trace sleeping on my left, his arm folded behind his head, his features relaxed in a way they rarely were when he was awake. A pang of tenderness bloomed in my chest at the sight of him, at how much calmer he looked when his guard was down.
Smiling, I turned to look at Dominic on my other side, his eyes closed and his breathing smooth and even, as though he had complete control of himself even in his sleep.
They hadn’t held anything back last night. They’d ravished me for hours, wringing climax after climax from my exhausted body until I’d begged them to stop. Until I couldn’t form words anymore. And even after everything, they’d been gentle with me in the end. Careful with me. Worshipful in a way that made my chest ache even now in the light of day.
I knew the spell was still affecting us. That it had been there with us last night. I could feel its presence lingering just beneath the surface of my skin, vibrating with the amplified lust that William’s High Casters’ spell had forced into us without our permission. It had made everything about last night burn hotter, brighter,and infinitely harder to resist.
But it wasn’t the only driving factor.
What I felt for them had been there long before the deadly sins spell. That truth had been carved into me too deeply for any outside force to manufacture. It lived in every look, every touch, every charged silence that had passed between us long before tonight. The spell hadn’t been created from nothing. All it had done was strip away the distance and turn up the volume on what had always existed between the three of us.
But it still didn’t mean I believed they’d entered into this sharing arrangement completely of their own volition. It was likely that the spell was pulling strings behind the scenes somehow, manipulating their desires and making it easier for them to accept something they might never have agreed to otherwise. But how much? How deep did the magic’s influence run? Were we all just marionettes dancing on invisible threads, or were our choices still our own—only amplified?
The truth was, I didn’t know. And until I did, I couldn’t let myself fall any further and make that mistake again. Regardless of how good that mistake had felt.
There was still too much bad coming our way. Too much to do and figure out. With the spell. With the anointed voices. With whatever the Order had planned next and if there was anything we could do about any of it.
Andwe needed to talk to Caleb. I had to find out whether he was the one that betrayed us or if someone else had found a way past the wards without him.
Basically, we needed answers. A shit ton of them.
Trace stirred beside me, his hand reaching out in sleep to find my waist. The moment his palm made contact with my skin, the soulmate bond flared to life beneath my ribs. It sang through me, warm and bright and achingly familiar, the connection between us rising contentedly.
He came awake slowly, his gaze settling on me before a small, unguarded smile curved his lips. “You’re still here,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
“Where else would I be?” I whispered back, eyeing my chained hands resting on the pillow above my head. “It’s not like I can go anywhere at the moment.”
“Good.” His thumb traced lazy circles on my hip. “I kind of like you like this.”
