Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

Kael Ashenvale stood in the doorway of the bathing chamber.

His grey eyes found hers mid-pulse. Mid-gasp. Mid-everything. His pupils blew wide enough to swallow the iron. His nostrils flared once and whatever scent hit him locked every muscle in his body rigid at the threshold.

She couldn’t look away. Her body was still clenching around Maddox, still flushed, still making sounds that her dignity would be filing a formal complaint about later. Kael watched every second of it and his face went through something that started as shock, traveled through fury, and landed on a hunger so raw it made her breath catch for reasons that had nothing to do with the man inside her.

Déjà vu slammed into her hard enough to split the orgasm in half.

She had seen this before. These exact eyes in this exact doorway, watching her come apart on his brother with an expression that belonged to a man standing on the wrong side of a door he would burn the building down to walk through.

The memory tried to surface. She could feel it pressing against the locked door in her skull, shoving, cracking the wood. Her on Maddox. Kael in the frame. The same devastated, starving look on a face that was pretending it was fine and failing in high definition.

Her lips moved on their own.

”Kael.”

The name left her mouth the way a secret leaves a confession booth. Small. Involuntary. Drenched in something she couldn’t explain because the explanation required a memory that was dissolving even as she reached for it.

The orgasm was canceled.

Immediately, two signals detonated through two matebonds at the same time. Maddox’s was a tidal wave of possession crashing through her chest. Kael’s was a wildfire that had been burning in the next room and just found an open window. Both hit her nervous system simultaneously and the collision produced a sensation she had no name for because no woman was supposed to feel two men’s hunger at the same time and survive the math.

”Finish.”

Kael said it from the doorway like an order he’d been holding since the last time he stood there. Then he was over them, water ticking off the marble, his hand catching her jaw so she couldn’t hide in Maddox’s throat.

Her body snapped to Kael’s command immediately, unraveling with her gaze locked on his face while Maddox’s hips forced the actual physics of it. The split was so complete it felt like being torn in half by two magnets that didn’t know the other existed except they did and the knowing was the part that made it worse.

Maddox drove up into her with a renewed rush and broke. He came with a groan, buried in her, hips jerking through it while Kael watched her take it.

Kael didn’t wait for Maddox to pull back. His arm hooked around her waist and pulled.

Water sloshed over the rim. She left Maddox with a wet, shocked drag that made both of them hiss.

Maddox reached for her, too late.

In a blur, Kael bent her over the rim of the tub and his pants were down just enough to free himself.

Maddox came up out of the water like he was going to put Kael through the wall.

Gold blown through his eyes. Fangs a breath from dropping. His whole body said brother or not, I will end you the second Kael bent her over and slammed home.

The whiplash of Maddox leaving her body and Kael entering it produced a sensory collision so disorienting she gripped the rim of the tub because the room was spinning and neither man was going to slow down long enough for her to catch up.

Both matebonds were screaming contradictory instructions. One said stay. One said come here. Maddox’s was fury dressed as desire. Kael’s was desire dressed as fury. She couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began and her body had stopped trying. Her body chose both because both was the only answer it had and the answer was tearing her apart in the best and worst way simultaneously.

”Get your hands off—” He didn’t finish it because her mouth was right there. She was gasping on the rim, mouth open from the thrust, and his cock was already at her lips. Close enough to feel the heat of it. Close enough that the snarl in his chest split in two.

”Open.”

His hand fisted in her hair while he pushed himself into the heat of her mouth. The alternative was killing the man fucking her, and right now he needed this more than the fight.

The first spank landed just as she gagged from Maddox hitting the back of her throat. Open palm. Sharp. She jolted in shock, gasping against Maddox. Another smack. Another thrust. Maddox’s hand tightened in her hair, holding her there while Kael lit her ass up and rocked her onto his brother’s cock.

”Take it,” Kael rasped, and spanked her again, fucking her through it like the sting was part of the sentence. She was in trouble. Her ass burned. He was still driving deep, using the flinch to seat himself harder.

She didn’t know which sensation to follow. The stretch behind. The sting. The thick heat filling her mouth. Kael decided for her. Spank. Thrust. Push forward. Again. Fucking her like she’d been caught, feeding her to Maddox every time his palm landed.

Then his hand shoved between her and the tub and found her clit.

He rubbed her in rough, claiming circles while he fucked her from behind, no teasing left in it. The spank still burned. Maddox still filled her mouth. The added pressure snapped her whole body tight.

”There. That’s it. Give it to me,” Kael said.

She started coming with a muffled cry around both.

Kael cursed and slammed home, coming with her, spilling into her in hard, shaking thrusts he couldn’t stop.

Maddox broke a second later.

”Swallow. All of it,” he groaned as his hands tightened in her hair.