Chapter 32 #3
Both Jacob and I groan as Damien’s honey-like scent seems to assault our senses.
Our full attention is on him when his lips part slowly and he leans forward just a little bit.
I stop breathing as my brother spits his precious blood on his own cock.
It splashes onto us, the velvety black fabric beneath us, and the wooden floors.
So much for keeping the apartment pristine, I guess.
It’s definitely the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Burning red blood spilling down Damien’s chin, his teeth tinged by it, his pierced tongue dripping as he lets the last drops fall.
I can’t help but moan loudly at the splashing sound, lewd and pornographic, and the burning-hot sensation on my skin.
“Holy shit . . .” Jacob sighs, his eyes trained on my brother’s pale hand running up and down his pierced length, spreading blood over it.
I’m guessing he’s never seen this trick before, judging by the intensity of the glow in his irises—not at all different to my own reaction the first time it happened.
I’ll never get tired of watching Damien do that, and Jacob probably won’t either.
We’re both fascinated by him, leaning closer to his cock like felines about to pounce on our prey.
His honey-and-mint scent, strong and overpowering, makes the rest of the world disappear around us.
I run my tongue up one side of Damien’s length while Jacob takes the other.
His blood burns beautifully, my eyes fixed on his red-tinged grin.
Jacob groans as he wraps his tattooed fingers around the base of Damien’s cock, pushing it up a little bit to play with the piercings on the underside of his shaft.
I sit up to stare at Jacob’s teeth tugging on the piercings, making Damien hiss and throw his head back.
His dick throbs and leaks, inviting me to lick the tip hungrily.
My heart races at the taste of his blood, and I can’t stop myself from taking him into my mouth. Jacob lets me, wrapping one of his arms around Damien’s waist to pull him closer. He extends his neck to reach for my brother’s pierced nipples while I focus on his cock.
We get lost in the moment, Damien’s pleasure becoming our only purpose.
I take him into my throat until my nose is tightly pressed against his pelvis, pulling back to feel his piercings slide against my tongue and then swallow him whole again.
His moans are loud and raw as he digs his fingers into my hair, keeping my head in place when he starts thrusting into my mouth.
“I fucking love your throat, Killi . . .” he groans, staring down at me with glowing eyes.
I let him chase his pleasure, my eyes traveling between his face and Jacob’s tongue working on his nipple. I can’t believe my own eyes. They’re both the most stunning creatures I’ve ever seen, and I’m enjoying whatever this is so much more than I could have imagined.
“Fuck—I’m coming—” Damien drags me off him, pulling on my hair roughly.
Jacob’s hand quickly wraps around Damien’s length to stroke him.
Our eyes meet briefly, a naughty smile tugging on the corners of his lips.
His almond-brown irises glow beautifully as he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, waiting for Damien’s load.
I simply stare, mesmerized and unable to move.
My heart races when Damien cries out, hot cum landing in Jacob’s mouth, whose inked fingers continue to milk Damien’s orgasm out of him.
A deep groan escapes his throat while his eyes leave mine to lock on my brother’s.
I can’t even breathe, hypnotized by the sight and Damien’s groans as his body shudders.
I’m pulled closer to Jacob by the hand that Damien still has tightly gripping my hair. Before I know it, I’m forcing my lips on Jacob’s. He kisses me back hungrily, sharing Damien’s taste with me.
“Damn you two . . .” Damien chuckles, finally letting go of my hair while Jacob and I continue to kiss like we’ve been starving to taste each other for ages. At least I know I was.
Jacob’s hands are on either side of my neck, pulling me closer.
His touch is gentle and loving, and it feels better than I could have dreamed.
I slowly become aware of the music coming from the TV fading into my mind, as well as Damien’s soft steps while he moves around the room.
But I don’t want to let go of the man I’m tangled with. I don’t want this to end.
I pull Jacob into the cushions behind us, my hands running up his sides, exploring his inked skin as if they could memorize every single inch of him.
Damien’s weight lands beside me, the warmth of his skin resting against my back as he wraps an arm around me.
But he doesn’t pull me away from Jacob. He just holds me, leaving soft kisses on my shoulder and making me bristle.
Time seems to stretch, completely irrelevant while I sink into the comforting warmth of the bodies next to mine.
The smell of blood and vampire sex impregnates everything around us.
Jacob slowly parts his lips from mine, leaving me to feel cold without his tongue on mine.
My eyes finally open to find a naughty smile on his face, there are drops of Damien’s blood all over him, his gaze darting from me to Damien.
“Fucking hell . . .” Jacob hisses between deep breaths. “You two are something else.” His laugh echoes in the room as his hand caresses my cheek, and I find myself leaning into his touch. “I don’t know what I expected coming here, but this definitely wasn’t it . . .”
“Oh, come on, Jacob.” Damien rests his head on my shoulder, his arm tightening around my waist. “Admit that you came here for this.”
Jacob looks serious at first, and I wonder if he’s going to lash out at Damien. But soon, he starts laughing again and leans in to kiss me, although it’s much shorter than I would have wanted. When he breaks the kiss, he turns to Damien and claims his lips too.
I stare at them with nothing but sheer fascination. There’s not a speck of jealousy in my body right now, which is probably the biggest surprise of the day. Instead, I feel my cock twitching as if it’s getting ready for another round.
“Does this mean you’ve forgiven me?” Damien asks when Jacob pulls back.
I stop breathing as Jacob’s eyes seem to glow brighter and his expression turns somber.
My brother holds his stare, unwavering. The view of the Vegas skyline beside us distracts me for a few seconds; the night sky is dark, the stars failing to compete with the bright city lights.
The silence around us is a bit awkward, and I’m sure there’s some kind of unspoken agreement between Damien and his ex-boyfriend that I’m missing out on.
“We’ll see about that,” Jacob says, finally.