(Warning: More Empire Burning Smut Ahead.)
Kyren's POV
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His pupils were blown wide with lust as he sucked on Elian's lips. Every squirm. Every trace the Omega's fingers made on his skin—it burned something deep in his being.
And now watching Lucian take Elian's length into his mouth until his throat bulged and his saliva trickled to the bed? Fucking nasty. Yet so damn hot in ways he'd have never imagined.
The Rogue king's dick throbbed almost painfully between his legs. He held Elian's hands, pinning them against his head. Then, slowly, he placed himself on top of his mate's chest—all while Lucian kept himself busy between his thighs.
"Look at me." He held Elian's chin until those violet eyes locked on his.
His face stretched with a grin as he traced a thumb across his lips. "Open that pretty little mouth for me, little flame." He grunted, his grip on Elian's wrists tightening.
