Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 317

Chapter 317: Even Hell Wasn’t Ready For This

One moment Guinevere was on her way to the bathing chamber. The next, she was back in Kael’s lap. Now, Maddox’s fangs were in her neck and dragon venom was going into her body that she didn’t want an audience for because it felt really good.

The next thing she knew, Kael’s fangs were on the other side of her neck. And now, dual venom tore through her, at different frequencies, one from the left, one from the right, each fighting for dominance in her bloodstream by two men who would rather die than let go.

It was double ecstasy. So much that she didn’t know what to do with it.

Their roars vibrated through her collarbone and into her ribs, a frequency that bypassed her brain and went straight to something primal. Something that didn’t care about politics, or propriety, or the fact that there was an audience. Something that just wanted more.

Sterling and Ryker’s jaws hit the floor in unison. Eyes glued. Souls evicted.

"Are they both..." Ryker’s voice trailed off. His brain was split between holy shit and hell yes, and neither half was winning.

"Yes," Sterling answered.

"At the same..."

"Yes."

"On HER..."

"Yes."

"Is that even anatomically..."

"Apparently."

"Should we..."

"Absolutely not."

"We should leave."

"We should."

Neither man moved.

The doors burst open and Blair Drakencrest took in the scene. She had walked in on a lot of things in her life. None of those experiences had prepared her for watching both of her brothers latched onto the same woman’s neck like a pair of territorial mosquitoes. She was going to burn this fucking Keep to the ground and salt the ashes, and then she was going to find whatever bastard deity thought this was funny and file a formal complaint.

"For fuck’s SAKE," she snapped.

Then her eyes landed on Ryker and Sterling, who were watching the whole thing like it was a zoo exhibit and they had paid for front-row seats. Neither had even noticed her.

Blair stormed over, grabbed Ryker’s flask out of his hand, and took a long pull. Then she used it to point at the door.

"March."

Ryker didn’t even notice the flask was gone. Both men stayed planted in place, eyes on the spectacle, like the Gods themselves couldn’t have pried them off that spot with a crowbar.

Blair grabbed Sterling by one ear and Ryker by the other and hauled them backwards out of the room like two idiots she was personally returning to the manufacturer.

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