Chapter 12
EMBERLINE
When I emerged from the shower, a now-shirtless Dante was exactly where he said he’d be. To my right, Gabriel was stripping, giving me an excellent view of that powerful body he sadly hid beneath suits and ties.
“I have to say,”—I held my towel in place as I swept my palm down all that glorious skin, loving the way Gabriel’s muscles bunched and rippled as he turned to face me—“I never get tired of looking at you. You’re a work of art, you know?”
I gently traced a new cut and the fresh bruise on his cheek, wondering where it came from.
“Not as beautiful as you, bella,” Gabriel dipped his head and brushed his lips over mine. “But after today, I really do need a shower.” Then he hooked his finger into the top of my towel and pulled it away, leaving me naked beneath his burning gaze.
“And when I come out,” he growled, tossing the towel to the side, “I expect you to be in that bed, wet and ready for me.” When I just glared, he pinched my chin between his fingers.
“After what we just went through, I’m in no mood for your attitude right now.
I need you, do you understand? For a minute, I thought…
” He shook his head. “Never mind what I thought. I just need you, is all.”
With that, he turned and prowled into the steam still pouring out of the bath, giving me the perfect view of his glorious ass.
Dante snorted at the look on my face. “Stop ogling my brother and get over here, moglie. Good thing I’m a confident male, or I might be jealous.”
Gabriel’s chuckle drifted through the door before it slammed shut, then Dante pulled me into his lap, running his hands greedily over my skin, his lips brushing across my shoulder, my neck, kissing every inch of me like he couldn’t stop.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and shivered, hanging on tight.
Gods. We were actually alive.
I couldn’t believe we’d survived, and perhaps that was what Dante was doing—reassuring himself I was real. That this was real. Because every time I thought about what could have happened…
No. I wasn’t going to think about that.
Tonight was for the living, and I wasn’t dwelling on what-could-have-beens.
“We’re all okay,” I whispered into his ear, sinking my teeth into his earlobe and tasting salt. “We’re alive, and we’re safe, and we even rescued Rocco.”
“Stop talking about fucking Rocco Demente,” Dante grumbled, fangs scraping over my skin. “You’re ruining the mood.”
“Fair enough.” I laughed softly, dragging my nose up his neck. Gods, he smelled so delicious, overflowing with power; hunger rose inside me. “May I?”
His grip on me tightened, fingers digging into my skin as his breathing picked up.
“Gods, yes. Drink from me,” Dante rasped hoarsely, tipping his head to the side, his pupils already blown wide enough to swallow the blue. “Put your teeth in me, wife.”
Inexplicably, this was Dante’s favorite thing. Feeding me. Or having me feed from him. I couldn’t fully comprehend why—something to do with vampire males taking care of their mates—but I knew exactly how he liked this to go.
And I was going to give my husband—my big, beautiful husband—exactly what he needed right now.
“You smell so good,” I purred, flattening my palms against his broad chest, his heart thudding like a drum against my palm.
“Like leather and smoke and fire. And your taste… I can never get enough of you.” I ran my mouth down the tendon straining in his neck, pausing to press my teeth against corded muscle, picking up hints of salt and musk and pure male need.
“Your blood was the first I ever had, and this only gets better every time.”
I swirled the tip of my tongue around the throbbing spot marked faintly by two small, white scars, and Dante groaned, his big body trembling beneath me, stiff cock pressed tight against my ass.
My husband tasted like home.
And his blood… gods, his blood was sublime.
Hot and heady and tasting of spice and leather and something so pure, unadulterated Dante, I would never get enough.
I sank my fangs in agonizingly slow, piercing layers of skin and muscle until I reached the pulsing vein, knowing Dante craved that pinch of pain as much as he loved my mouth on him.
Sealing my lips around the bite, I drew my first intoxicating mouthful, warm and rich, pure power flooding through me with a rush of sudden heat.
With a rough groan, he slipped a hand between my legs, prying them open so he could run his fingers through my pussy, grunting in satisfaction when he found me dripping. Plunging two blunt fingers in deep, he curled the ends and dragged them out so slow, I nearly broke my seal on his throat.
Our bodies tided together, moving in a long wave as I drank and he stroked, one long, perfect wave of sensation and lightning-hot wanting, neither of us wanting to break the moment, both of us craving being bonded together.
By blood and this quiet, soft feeling I know has to be love.
One more swallow and another rush of delicious heat filled me up, igniting me from the inside out. Another overwhelmed me, my eyelids growing heavy, my body sagging in his arms. His thumb found my clit and started that slow rotation, finding exactly the right pressure.
“That’s it, take what you need. I’ll give you everything, Emberline. It’s my privilege to take care of my beautiful wife. To feed you. To have you at my throat.”
Boneless and flying, I drank slow, trying not to be greedy. Failing, taking one extra sip… then another, pleasure ratcheting higher and higher, my husband’s long, clever fingers coaxing me toward a breaking that would shatter me.
And teetering on the edge, all I wanted was to shatter.
For him to break me into a million pieces then put me back together, like always.
My low groan matched his as I exploded, my core clamping down on his fingers as I climaxed, everything disappearing except the taste of my husband’s blood in my mouth and the feel of his fingers deep inside me, his heart’s steady thumping against the palm of my hand.
I licked the bite closed, leaned my cheek against his warm chest, and the room turned into a fog.
I didn’t know how many hours later I woke, disoriented as I jerked out of a deep, dreamless sleep, a heavy hand splayed across my stomach, grounding me in the darkness as I got my bearings.
That was Gabriel’s hand, pressed to my belly; Dante was on my other side, both of them curled around me like I was a pearl within the shell of their bodies. Protected and safe and suddenly very, very warm.
My husband was a virtual furnace, heat blasting off him like a forge, and I inched the covers down, down, down, trying not to wake either of them.
After today, they had to be exhausted, but where was Nico?
I lifted my head, scanned the bedroom. The sky outside was starless. Moonless. But even without light, I knew he wasn’t here because there were no shadows deeper than the night itself. No pale eyes, watching me from the darkness.
“I told you to be ready when I came out,” Gabriel murmured, rubbing circles on my stomach, fingers inching lower and lower. “I didn’t think you’d fall asleep on me.”
“I didn’t think you’d take so long,” I murmured, shifting to give him better access, then biting my lips as he stroked the curve of my hip, my pussy tingling as I arched into his touch.
He made a low, pleased sound, sliding his fingers between my legs.
“Open for me, my beautiful bella. Let me inside.”
The command took hold, my body obeying instantly, legs spreading as far as they would go, but I was still trapped between Gabriel and my husband. Then a big, calloused hand wrapped around my left thigh and pulled.
“She already came once.” Dante sank his teeth into the tendon where my neck joined my shoulder, pressing hard enough to leave a mark.
“She’s wet and ready for your tongue. Lick her clean so I can fuck her.
Then you’ll take Gabriel’s cock in your mouth, won’t you, moglie?
Let my brother fuck those pretty lips and spill down your throat while you take every drop he feeds you? ”
Gods, they were going to kill me.
My body caught fire as Dante’s filthy words were accentuated by Gabriel’s fingers plunging in and out, a ruthless rhythm that had my hips bucking off the mattress to meet every stroke.
“That’s it, tesoro. You love taking us both, don’t you?”
A rhetorical question I didn’t bother answering, because Dante’s mouth crashed down on mine, forcing his tongue between my lips with a desperation only matched by mine.
Gods, I loved being kissed like this. The way he groaned against my mouth, the way his fingers were an iron band around my thigh, holding me in place for Gabriel to explore.
I loved being overpowered by these big, strong vampires, who could snap me in half like a twig, but instead, strummed my body like an instrument until my nipples were aching and my clit throbbed with every heartbeat.
I felt them everywhere.
Inside, like a constellation of burning stars.
Outside, with their expert, ruthless possession of my body that didn’t stop, not even when I let out a guttural, animalistic noise.
Gabriel shoved between my legs, pushing me apart with those broad shoulders. Dante pulled my leg even wider to give him more access, pressing his other hand to my chest to pin me in place, eyes glowing as he stared down at me.
“He’s going to lick that sweet cunt of yours, and you’re going to come for him, Emberline. Then you’ll take your husband’s cock like a good little wife. And I’m going to fuck you hard. No mercy. Exactly the way you like it.”
My cunt clenched in anticipation.
The first swipe of Gabriel’s tongue was an assault on every one of my senses—pressure and glorious slickness and brutal suction. My nipples ached so badly, they hurt.
Dante leaned in, fastened his mouth over one, and lashed the hardened point with his tongue.
I writhed, mindless, searching for more.
More pressure, more… more… something.
Gods, this was pure torture, and I was so close, so close I was going to…
Gabriel and Dante pulled away at the same time, matching wicked grins on their faces.
“Not so fast. You’ll come on my cock, tesoro, while I’m filling you up with seed,” he crooned, fingers digging in deeper, denting my skin.
“I thought you were going to make me come first,” I hissed.
“Changed my mind,” my unrepentant husband purred.
Fixing an evil, one-eyed glare on both of them for my interrupted orgasm, I snapped, “Then what are you waiting for?” The room spun as Dante flipped me onto my belly, scooped an arm under my hips and hoisted me to my knees, then shoved his knee between my legs to spread me wide.
Gabriel tangled his fingers in my hair and pressed his cock against my lips, leaving a smear of salt across my lips.
“Lick it off,” he husked. “Let me see you work that tongue, angel.”
I obliged, then went him one better, lapping at his slit ravenously, gathering up every drop of his essence, running my tongue around the rim of his crown.
He threw his head back with a rasping curse, his muscled abdomen flexing. “Fuck, if you knew what that does to me…”
Gabriel muttered something else I didn’t catch, because Dante dragged his enormous cock through my pussy, coating himself in my juices, then pressed the fat end against my entrance, that deep, looming pressure sending fire crawling up into my womb.
One move and he’d be buried inside me. My core clenched at the idea, but all it found was a terrible emptiness.
“Please…” I tried to beg, but Gabriel pushed his cock between my lips, and the plea came out all garbled.
My heart hammered as they took me at the same time.
Gabriel filled my mouth with his cock, while Dante shoved inside me in one merciless, claiming stroke until I was fully impaled on that thick shaft, stretching me open with a pinch of delicious, addictive pain. Then he paused, letting me adjust to the feel of being stuffed full.
Gabriel’s thumb rubbed soft circles on my cheek as he tipped my eyes up to his. “We’re going to fuck you now, piccolina. We’re going to stuff you full of our seed. And you’ll take every drop we give you like a good little girl, aren’t you?”
I nodded frantically, trying to push my hips back onto Dante’s cock, seeking out more pressure, more friction, more of this delicious fullness.
Dante pulled out, then snapped his hips forward, my breasts swaying beneath me as he slammed in deep. Gabriel’s fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place as he worked his cock in and out of my mouth, going deeper and deeper until he hit the back of my throat.
Gabriel threw his head back, muscles straining as he roared my name to the ceiling.
Gods, he was gorgeous like this. A stretch of powerful muscle and savage intent while Dante slammed into me over and over again from behind, angling his hips to go deeper, to hit that place inside me that sent shivers of pleasure racing through me.
I loved being used like this, loved the way they made me come apart.
Loved belonging to them in a way I’d never belonged to anyone else.
Every piece of me was on fire, burning and burning, heat building like a pyre about to consume me whole.
They were consuming me whole.
These two males who owned my heart, my soul, and everything in between. Who would die to protect me and sacrifice themselves to keep me safe.
I never wanted this to end. I wanted us to go on and on forever until there wasn’t a single second we were apart.
“Gods, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Gabriel snarled. “And you’re mine. Fucking mine.”
Dante growled something I couldn’t hear because blood was rushing in my ears, flames consuming me whole as an orgasm ripped through me, swamping me in a wave of heat and clenching muscle, in a consuming tide of sensation that washed away everything except them.
Dante
Gabriel.
They were the only thing that existed, the only thing I tasted and the only thing I could feel as they emptied themselves into me, cocks pulsing, every piece of me screaming in awareness of them.
Only them.