(Warning: Empire Level Spice Ahead)
Elian's POV
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An uneven moan slipped past Elian's lips when Kyren's lips left his. The Rogue king's grip on his waist tightened, mouth curving as he brought it to Elian's neck.
"F–Fuck..." Elian gasped, clinging hard to his back.
Kyren chuckled darkly, pressing soft kisses on his skin. "Oh, little flame. I haven't even started yet."
Meanwhile, Lucian moved, taking off his ceremonial jacket and crown. The Alpha Prince—Alpha King—didn't care where his outfit ended up, flinging them aside in a way that would get his ancestors clutching their pearls.
When Lucian stood bare-chested, he took slow, deliberate steps until he got behind Elian. The latter could barely keep up—torn between Kyren's ravaging kisses on his neck and Lucian's fingers gripping the back of his shirt.
