The throne room of Millbrook's main palace smelled like roses and sweat.
The hall was enormous. Stone pillars lined the walls, each one carved with Catorian crestwork that Viktor had never bothered to replace. Iron chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, their candles lit, casting warm amber light across the polished marble floor. The throne itself sat on a raised dais at the far end. Carved from a single block of dark oak, reinforced with iron bands, wide enough for two people, currently occupied by one man and two women.
Viktor sat with his back against the carved wood. His legs were spread. His shirt was open, hanging from his shoulders, the fabric pulled aside to expose the lean muscle of his chest and the defined ridges of his abdomen. His pants were gone. Somewhere. Discarded. His cock hung between his thighs, soft for the moment, resting against his inner leg like a sleeping serpent.
Bella sat on his left thigh. Kaida sat on his right.
