Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Philosophical Dicks & Arithmetic Tricks

The gods flipped back to the dragon screen to see if it was safe yet.

It was not. It was the opposite of safe, actually.

Then one god started to slow-clap. "Some dragon stamina." The goddess next to him whacked his hands down.

"How long has she been home in mortal time?" another asked.

"Nine hours," the God of War answered without looking away from the screen.

"And how many times have they—"

The God of Celibacy cut him off mid-sentence. "The number depends on whether you believe in shared credit or individual stats."

"Ah, therein lies the question. When both brothers are inside of her, do we count that as once or twice?" the God of Philosophy commented as he leaned forward with the specific hunger of a being who had been waiting millennia for a question worthy of his attention.

The pantheon went silent while the theological implications of that arithmetic settled.

Down below, the source material was still generating new footage and the scoring system was about to get a lot more complicated.

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Maddox was breathing hard. Kael was breathing harder. Guinevere was breathing the hardest.

White glowing runes were pulsing on all three of them, along with a gold glow that came from under their skin.

They stayed locked like that for a second that wasn’t rest.

Then Kael pulled out of her with a sound that was almost human.

Maddox was already moving. He stepped out of the tub like the water had personally offended him, gold still blown through his eyes, the leftover urge to put Kael through the wall with nowhere to go except her. He grabbed her from behind. One arm banded under her breasts. The other shoved her hips back onto him.

He drove into her standing.

The shock punched the air out of her. No tub rim. No bend. Just her on her feet and Maddox filling her from behind in one dominating thrust that used her own balance against her. She was sore. Tight. Soaked and still not ready for the stretch of him after Kael.

Her hands flew out for something that wasn’t there. He had her. That was the whole structure.

"Maddox," she gasped.

"That’s it. Say my name again," he rasped.

His name in her mouth felt like a confession she hadn’t meant to make. The kind that can’t be taken back because the truth of it was louder than the word.

She could feel Kael’s chest burning with something he would never say out loud.

His nostrils flared. He didn’t look away. He stood in the steam with his pants still open and watched his brother take her upright, watched her mouth fall open on a sound she didn’t get to swallow.

Then he took one step forward. Stopped. His hands flexed at his sides like he was going to rip her off his brother. But he didn’t.

"Look at him while I fuck you. Show him exactly who you belong to," Maddox growled as his hand found her clit. He didn’t tease. He rubbed her in grinding, possessive circles while he fucked her standing.

The moan that escaped her throat echoed off the bathing chamber walls. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

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