Chapter 15
The little human had us hard with desire; I could see that Wade was eager to indulge in her as a deluxe meal. I couldn't deny my pride at being the one to feast first. My fingers held her tightly as my tongue and lips explored her thighs.
"Fifteen," she moaned, her head thrown back, and I caught her gaze through the apex of her legs.
"Make the figure more challenging," Wade chuckled, her hands tenderly fondling my breasts.
"How about thirty?" she replied, her voice laced with hesitation.
"Done, snow bunny," I growled, pulling her panties away from her smooth skin, my eyes roaming over my prize.
"Make sure to save some for me," Wade reminded.
"You know how much I love to share with you." My lips traveled along the smooth expanse of her inner thighs, her beautiful gardenia scent intoxicating my senses, making me drool with anticipation.
Her only response was a chanter of moans. "Why can't we have you?" I asked, pouting like a spoiled brat at her rejection. I had never encountered a girl who dismissed us so outright.
"I don't like you...any of you."
My dead heart ached—why was it hurting? It wasn't supposed to; that was why they called it dead. I trailed my fingers along her waistline. "Why?"
"You're not my type," she whispered, struggling to repress her moans.
Wade worked her magic on her upper body, expertly pleasing her.
My tongue found its way to her pussy, and the first taste made me sink to my knees, pushing my neck forward like a starving dog at a feast. I teased her clit with my tongue, whispering how much I wanted her right there on the table, but rather it to in our bed.
Our eyes met—hers soupy with desire, pleading for more.
"What's your type?" I asked, unable to hide the hunger in my voice.
"I don't know," she responded cravingly, her face flushed with longing, silently urging me to continue.
"But you're not ready for that kind of breaking in yet, are you, Snow Princess?" I teased, though my cock ached to fill her.
I slurped up her juices—they were intoxicating, like the brandy she had just sipped. I glanced up at Wade, whose hungry gaze told me she was ready to devour her as well.
"I don't want you to have me," she moaned, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as if to steady herself. This was everything I'd ever dreamed of—tasting her—but I knew it wouldn't be enough. I'd always crave more until we had consumed every part of her.
I wanted to keep her all to myself, but I couldn't be selfish. I beckoned Wade over. She kissed her softly, a taunting tease, as if she needed more. Wade then dropped to her knees beside me.
"Look at that, Snow Bunny," Wade said, her voice thick with lust. "You've got us both on our knees for you. You taste so sweet."
Gripping her waist, Wade began to devour her with relentless hunger, her back arching in response. I kissed her tenderly, my lips brushing close to where the real feast lay, but Wade didn't say a word—she just feasted.
She preferred to eat in silence. I ran my fingers through Wade's hair, guiding her to press harder. The only sound from Wade was the deep, primal grunts as her tongue dug deeper into her pussy.
She had her begging, while my fingers rubbed her clit fast and hard.
"Oh, fuck!" she cried out, eyes wide with disbelief as we, two ravenous predators, consumed every part of her. We fed off her screams and moans, taking pleasure in her surrender.
"Look at that, Wade. Our little Snow Bunny is loving every second of this."
I shifted on my knees, leaning toward her hair. "Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked softly.
"Yes," she gasped.
My fingers moved with unsparing speed, relentless on her clit. She writhed on the table, legs struggling to close, only to trap the monsters between them, who continued to devour her.
"Oh god!" she sobbed, her body trembling. I lifted Wade away, replacing her with my own tongue, taking a gentler approach as I lapped at her tight hole. Her nectar soaked my tongue, like water absorbed by dry earth.
"Make her squirt!" Wade growled, her fingers roughly circling her clit. I nodded and thrust my fingers deep inside, hitting her spot with precision. She embowed by the waist, her eyes shut, mouth wide in a silent scream.
Her stomach relaxed, and then her nectar sprayed out. Wade and I eagerly lined our faces in its path, drinking her down. I squeezed again, and like toothpaste being pushed out, thin ropes of her squirt erupted, drenching us both.
Her body twisted to the side, her grip tightening as she squealed, legs helplessly dangling in the air. We devoured every inch of her.
"Oh fuck! Oh shit!" she cursed against the table, drool spilling from her mouth as she struggled to close it.
I reached up and sucked away the drool, my hand moving to gently wrap around her neck in a soft chokehold.
Her squeals shifted from high-pitched to deep, her voice trembling under my control.
"I want to taste every part of you," I whispered, licking the corner of her lips as Wade continued to suck her clean, leaving no trace behind.
Sweat glistened on her skin, and I licked along her neck, savoring the salty sweetness of her sweat, which tasted like nectar to me.
"Do you like what we did to you, Snow Bunny?" I asked, my voice thick with desire.
She turned her head away. "No shame in answering."
"I don't know," she croaked, trying to catch her breath, but we weren't giving her a moment to recover—our tongues still working relentlessly on her.
"Spend the night with us," I whispered greedily in her ear. We had promised her just two hours, but now that we had her, we craved more.
"I need more," Wade muttered, her gaze betraying her hunger.
She was slowly gathering herself, catching her breath. "I want to go home. I want my money," she finally said.
I smirked and nodded, reaching into my pocket. "I'll always have cash just for you, Snow Bunny." My tongue continued exploring her smooth, baby-soft skin, while my nails grazed over her body, desperate to enwrap myself in her completely.
"Let me go," she whimpered.
"What if we don't want to?" I flashed my fangs, and I could hear the fear grip her heart.
"I can scream for help," she threatened.
Wade chuckled, finally pulling away and sitting back in her chair, though her eyes never left the empty plate in front of her. Even after the feast, the sight of her body was mesmerizing, like a masterpiece that begged to be admired.
"When you were screaming from our tongues, and no one came to check on you, do you really think they'll come now?"
"I...I...it's illegal to keep someone captive," she stammered.
"Oh, is it?" I mocked, my voice dripping with amusement.
"It is?" she repeated, uncertainty creeping into her tone. A growl rumbled from my chest, sending a shiver through the room.
"Maybe before things get uncivilized, you should take the money and leave," I said, finally pulling out the uncounted cash. She snatched it quickly, her hands trembling as she reached for her skirt.
"Get dressed before you go, Snow Bunny. We wouldn't want anyone else seeing what's meant only for us."
"I'm not yours—either of you," she spat, defiant.
Wade's jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing at the challenge. I slid beside her, whispering in her ear, "She's just playing hard to get. And don't we love it when our little snack puts up a fight?"