Free Valan Playboys by Scarlett Dawn Page A

crashed around us, zapping with craving.
    My fingers digging down into the mattress above King Jerome’s shoulders, I screamed in pleasure as they went even faster, pounding into me, our bodies coated in sweet sweat, the walls around us literally trembling with our combined powers. The lightning outside burst heavily, their pace relentless, hammering furiously, driving into me repeatedly, their groans and bellows resonating heavily in the air, emanating deeply from within their chests. My body tightened, and I choked on it, sucking in a harsh breath when King Jerome continued to rub his pelvis against my clit.
    I tipped over the edge hard.
    Screaming on a gasp, I jerked violently between them, my mind exploding in pleasure just as the window blew out from inside the room, shattering loudly. King Jerome’s hand shot out, his power flaring, breathlessly muttering under his breath, and the glass suddenly retracted, flying back to the window, whole again. I shuddered between them, my body in a cocoon of heated pleasure, floating in eternal bliss, barely holding myself up as their thrusts became unhinged, slamming into me mercilessly, pushing toward their own completion.
    Bellowing savagely behind me, King Balar shoved so deep inside me, I couldn’t breathe as he jerked hard behind me. The flames licking us, leaping further into the air, just as King Jerome shouted a dirty curse and slammed his hip flush against mine, his head arching back under me as he shouted.
    Both deeply imbedded within me, I choked in pleasure. With the sensual mist swirling ruthlessly around us, both trembled against me, their cocks pumping deep inside me, their grips bruising as I went limp between them, falling like dead weight on top of King Jerome’s shuddering frame, my face tucked against his damp neck.
    Panting hard, I grunted as King Balar fell on top of me, his face planting into the pillow next to King Jerome’s head, groaning quietly in exhausted, sated pleasure.
    King Jerome’s chest heaved heavily beneath mine. Grunted.
    I couldn’t move. Didn’t want to.
    Really, I didn’t think I could speak, either.
    I simply made a sound deep in my throat in agreement.
    My eyes shut, and only few beats later, I went under into hazy, content sleep…only for my eyes to shoot open a few minutes later, feeling King Balar’s hands gliding up my back slowly, his lips on my neck.
    His deep tenor rumbled softly, “Awake now?”
    I chuckled tiredly, the sweat on my body only just drying.
    “Give me a damn moment before you start again,” King Jerome grumbled on a pant, his shoulders wiggling stiffly. “I can’t breathe with you lying on top of her this long.”
    My lips curved softly. “No fighting.”
    “We’re not fighting tonight,” King Balar hummed quietly, lifting his weight off my back, his lips still on my neck, his curls tickling my cheek, irritating King Jerome, who lifted a hand swatting at it as it brushed his nose. “Ready for more, Lana?”
    “You need a damn haircut,” King Jerome griped, batting at the hair again. But he tipped his head to the side, peering down into my lazy, sated eyes, his lips curving, his tone quieting. “Think you can handle more?”
    My giggle was sated, but I could always handle more of what had just happened, being beyond pleasure. “Most definitely.”
    King Balar nipped my neck. “That’s a good Valkyrie.” A paused beat. “Do try not to blow the window out this time.”

Yawning behind my fist, I rested at my usual breakfast table.
    I sat alone.
    It didn’t entirely surprise me. The way both had shot out of my bedroom this morning, utterly silent had been enough of an indication of how this day was going to go. Quite possibly for the rest of the two-week convention. Cracking my back as I added vodka to my orange juice, I was fairly sure I was sated enough to last a year anyway, both of them keeping me up all night, seriously, getting utterly no sleep, except for a catnap here and there. I tied