"Third point of view"
The obsidian throne pulsed beneath Sebastian, alive with the power of his bloodline and the silent hunger of the Forbidden Crown. The moment Lyra stepped into the room, the magic reacted.
She wore a silken gown of crimson and gold, barely clinging to her curves, cut low enough to make the torches flicker in excitement. Her silver hair spilled over her shoulders, shimmering like moonlight. Her amethyst eyes locked on him—not as her king, but as her mate.
"You summoned me, Your Majesty," she purred, voice thick with heat.
Sebastian's smile was all hunger. "Kneel."
Lyra didn't hesitate. She dropped before him, her fingers trailing up his thighs as her breath warmed his skin. The open robe he wore parted completely, exposing the hard length of him, already pulsing with anticipation. The throne itself seemed to hum in approval.
The spell woven into the stones fed off lust, power, and submission. With each breath, the room darkened, shadows wrapping around them like voyeurs.
Sebastian gripped her hair, forcing her to look up. "Tonight, you become my queen. And the throne must taste you."
She shivered, a delicious mix of fear and anticipation. "Then take me, my king."
He stood, towering over her, his robe falling away completely. Lyra rose slowly, letting her hands glide up his sculpted torso, tracing the glowing tattoos that shimmered to life at her touch. Each rune pulsed crimson, magic and desire interwoven.
He spun her, bending her over the arm of the throne. Her gown tore like paper under his claws, exposing flawless skin and the curve of her hips. He trailed kisses down her spine, igniting runes that bloomed like fire across her body.
Lyra moaned, trembling. "Sebastian... I need you."
He entered her in one slow, punishing thrust.
She cried out—pure pleasure edged with pain—as her body opened to him, the throne thrumming beneath them. Magic spilled from the seat into her veins, making her gasp, her nails digging into the obsidian.
Every thrust echoed through the chamber like thunder. The red torches flared, casting wild shadows of their bodies locked in ecstasy. Lyra's silver hair fanned out as she arched against him, her voice rising in broken whimpers.
He whispered ancient words in a tongue older than sin. The glowing tattoos along his chest and arms moved, slithering over her skin where they touched, binding her to him.
"You are mine," he growled. "By flesh, by flame, by throne."
Lyra sobbed his name as she shattered around him, body trembling with the force of her climax. Her release triggered the throne's final reaction—a surge of crimson light that wrapped around them both like a crown.
Sebastian followed, roaring her name as he spilled inside her. The throne sealed the bond, a ribbon of molten red tying their souls together.
And then—
The heavy doors creaked open.
Astra stood at the threshold.
Her golden eyes blazed as they took in the scene—Lyra limp and trembling against the throne, Sebastian still inside her, the bond newly forged.
But there was no jealousy in her gaze.
Only hunger.
"So it begins," Astra whispered, stepping forward, her cloak falling to the floor.
And from the shadows behind her, Serena and Ravyn followed—barefoot, robed in midnight silk, eyes glowing with desire and magic.
Her tongue swept across her bottom lip as she looked up at Sebastian, eyes burning with need and defiance. "Is that all you've got, my King?" she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Sebastian's smirk deepened. He stepped forward, slow and predatory, the tension in the room crackling like a drawn bow. His bare chest, marked with glowing royal runes, glistened with a sheen of sweat, and his robes hung dangerously low on his hips.
He reached out, trailing a single clawed fingertip down her throat. "You think this is the peak of my power?" he murmured, voice low and sinful. "I haven't even begun to unwrap you."
With a flick of his hand, her silken bindings shifted. Magic shimmered and twisted in the air, melting the restraints into glowing mist, leaving her skin exposed to the cool air and his heated gaze.
A gasp left her lips.
"Touch me," she whispered, unable to resist the pull of him anymore.
Sebastian leaned in, brushing his lips just barely against hers, not kissing her — teasing. Tormenting. "No," he said with a wicked grin. "Beg me."
She let out a shaky breath. "Please…"
That was all he needed.
He claimed her mouth with a savage hunger, a kiss that felt like fire and thunder, his hand tangling in her hair as the other slid down her spine. Her body arched into his touch instinctively. The moment their skin met, heat exploded between them, magic sparking along their bodies like wildfire.
Behind them, the throne room's torches blazed to life, reacting to their rising energy. The room seemed to close in, the atmosphere heavy with lust and a strange foreboding, like something ancient watching from the shadows.
He lifted her, effortlessly carrying her across the room toward his throne. Her legs wrapped around him, hips grinding instinctively as he sat and pulled her into his lap.
"Do you know what it means to sit on the King's throne?" he growled, voice rough.
She gasped, "No…"
His lips ghosted over her ear. "It means you belong to me. Body. Soul. Magic."
Her head dropped back as he kissed along her neck, down to her collarbone, his hands trailing lower, discovering every inch of her. His touch was possessive. Worshipful. Sinful.
She was trembling in his lap, desperate for more — for all of him — when the door to the throne room suddenly slammed open.
Sebastian's eyes snapped up, red glowing dangerously.
A woman stood there.
Tall. Ethereal. Clad in silver and violet silk that shimmered like starlight, her long lilac hair whipping around her as if caught in a wind only she could feel.
"Sebastian," she said, voice echoing through the chamber. "You promised me the first night."
The woman in his lap froze.
The newcomer's golden eyes narrowed as she stepped forward. "Is this your idea of loyalty, husband?"
Husband?
The word dropped like a dagger.
The woman in Sebastian's lap jerked away, heart pounding. "You're married?"
Sebastian didn't flinch. "It's… complicated."
Another voice joined them from the shadows.
"Oh, it's very simple, actually."
A second woman appeared beside the first — this one with crimson hair, storm-gray eyes, and a whip coiled at her hip. She smirked. "You seduce a girl, promise her the kingdom, and forget the three Queens you've already taken vows with."
Now it was three?
The girl stood, backing away from the throne, chest heaving. "You lied to me—"
"I didn't lie," Sebastian growled, standing slowly, like a god rising. "I just didn't explain… yet."
"You call that an explanation?" the violet-haired queen spat. "You break ancient law, Sebastian. You claim a fourth before the Blood Moon."
The throne room began to tremble.
Cracks spread through the floor as dark energy seeped from the obsidian beneath them. Torches flickered and dimmed. Magic — ancient and furious — awakened.
Sebastian's face darkened. "You don't threaten me in my own court."
"And you don't break the Bonding Order!" the redhead snapped. "You'll doom us all!"
The girl he'd just touched, tasted, kissed — now trembling, confused and hurt — stepped back toward the door. "I shouldn't have come here," she whispered.
Sebastian turned to her, eyes softening for a fleeting second. "Wait."
But she was already gone.
The throne room door slammed shut behind her with a crack of energy.
Sebastian stood silent, lips tightening as the two queens stared him down.
The redhead crossed her arms. "You've just started a war, my King."
And he knew she was right.