Chapter 21 #3
Baring long fangs, Vander plunged his face to Lorcan’s throat. Lorcan jolted underneath him. For one shivering second, he fought. Then he went still. A heartbeat later, he groaned.
The air shifted. Lorcan’s lips parted on a long, masculine moan. His lashes fluttered, dusting his cheeks.
Vander settled on top of him with his hips wedged between Lorcan’s thighs.
My mouth went dry, and a dozen forbidden fantasies spun through my head. But this wasn’t a fantasy. It was real—and it was happening in my lap.
Lorcan stirred, tossing his head against my skirts. His hair had come unbound during the struggle, and the chocolate strands spread over the silk.
“Oh… gods ,” he groaned, his voice breaking at the end. He rolled his hips against Vander. “Fuck…Fuck me.”
Vander lifted his head. Meeting my gaze briefly, he licked the puncture wounds on Lorcan’s neck.
Lorcan went rigid, a hoarse cry ripping from his throat. He surged his hips up, lifting Vander as he clawed at my skirts and grabbed hold. “You have to,” he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut. “You have to, you have to.”
My breath hitched, heat building under my skin. Memories of my own arousal assailed me—the runaway ache, the insatiable need. The pain of being unfulfilled.
“Do it,” I said through a dry throat. When Vander met my eyes again, his irises were like stars, little filaments of silver radiating from his pupils.
“Yes, my queen,” he rasped. Then he slid down Lorcan’s body.
The title barely registered. What did I need with a crown when I had this ?
Blood rushed in my ears as Vander pulled Dark Dream from its scabbard and tossed it aside.
Then he ripped open Lorcan’s trousers and freed his shaft.
Long and thick, it bobbed above Lorcan’s stomach, the slit in the crown dotted with moisture.
Vander yanked the leather down to Lorcan’s knees.
He should have looked ridiculous with his legs pinned and his groin bared to the Everless. But he didn’t. He was beautiful, his sleek muscles rippling as he thrust his hips. His erection slapped his stomach as he used his free hand to claw at Vander’s hair.
“Please,” he gasped, his fangs stabbing at his bottom lip. Another thick bead of clear fluid welled from his tip and dribbled down his shaft. He tightened his grip on my skirts. “Fuck, Vander, I can’t wait.”
“You don’t have to,” Vander said. His eyes on me, he grasped Lorcan’s cock by the base and sucked the shaft down his throat.
Lorcan’s choked cry echoed around the Everless. The scent of grass filled my lungs as his thrashing and thrusting disturbed the ground beneath us. He tugged at my skirts as Vander bobbed on his shaft, sucking him from tip to root over and over.
Through it all, Vander looked at me. He sucked Lorcan like he didn’t need to watch to know what he was doing. And he didn’t, I realized. Because he’d done this before, his long, thick fingers curled around Lorcan’s cock in a possessive way.
A proprietary way.
Vander served him, but somehow, there was no question that Vander controlled the give-and-take between them. As if he meant to prove it, he pulled off abruptly, letting Lorcan’s glistening dick land heavily on his stomach.
Lorcan’s eyes flew open. They were normal once more, the stolen power hidden. But his dark irises were glassy with lust, his pupils blown wide.
“Please,” he croaked, lifting his head. His fingers in Vander’s hair tightened as he struggled to guide Vander’s mouth back to his shaft. “Please…”
Vander tugged his head free of Lorcan’s grip. Then he sucked a finger into his mouth before slipping it under Lorcan’s sack. “What do you want?”
“Fuck,” Lorcan gasped, letting his head flop back. He squeezed his eyes shut as he panted, fangs showing between his lips. He spread his legs wider. “Th-There…That.”
Vander pressed deeper. I couldn’t see much from my position, but I didn’t need to.
My cheeks burned, and my breath caught as I watched Vander tease and stroke the entrance to Lorcan’s body.
Fluid leaked from Lorcan’s tip. His fist tightened in my skirts again, and his breath came in plaintive whimpers.
Veins bulged in his shaft, which had turned a deep red at the crown.
“Tight,” Vander rasped, pulling his hand from Lorcan’s body. In a flurry of movement, he yanked off Lorcan’s boots and stripped away his pants. Both men grunted as Vander pushed Lorcan’s knees to his shoulders.
And now I saw everything. Lorcan’s swollen sack with the seam running down the center of the delicate skin. The cleft between his cheeks. The puckered entrance to his body, the pink whorl opening and closing like a gasping mouth.
Vander ducked his head and spit on the quivering ring of muscle.
Heat blistered through me. Arousal pooled between my legs as Vander replaced his finger, slowly pushing saliva into Lorcan’s body. He used his other hand to pump Lorcan’s shaft.
“Yes!” Lorcan cried, bowing his spine. He gripped his knees, his jaw taut as he thrust in time with Vander’s fist. “Fuck, just like that.”
“You going to come for me?” Vander growled, sinking his finger deeper. Lorcan’s cock shuttled through his fist, the shaft still gleaming from Vander’s mouth.
“Yes,” Lorcan gasped. “Gods, yes.”
“I know you are. You’re squeezing me tight enough to snap my finger off.” He pushed even deeper, his finger disappearing inside Lorcan to the second knuckle.
Lorcan moaned like he was dying. “Oh…Oh, fuck .”
“There you go,” Vander said, his voice low and satisfied. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yeah,” Lorcan gasped, writhing in the grass. “Right there.”
A hundred little fires burned under my skin. I’d wondered what they looked like when they kissed. I never could have imagined they were utterly filthy together. They were always so careful, so restrained, especially in their interactions with each other.
None of that was present now. Their grunts mingled. The scent of leather and clean sweat lifted around us. My skirts rustled as Lorcan moved restlessly, his skin pink and taut around Vander’s thick finger.
Vander’s eyes were brighter than ever, his features suddenly sharper…and familiar. He looked as he had for that brief flash of time in his study, when he’d stepped into my head and stopped me from draining him.
Changeling . Power hummed around us, the edges licking at my skin. His silver eyes held mine captive as he dabbled his tongue around Lorcan’s crown before sucking him down whole.
“Yes!” Lorcan cried, pumping his hips. His jacket rode up, baring his rippling abs. With his hand working between Lorcan’s legs, Vander sucked him fast and hard.
With a deafening bellow, Lorcan surged his hips a final time and then trembled like he might shake apart.
Vander swallowed vigorously, his hand moving almost leisurely on Lorcan’s shaft. When Lorcan’s shuddering stopped, Vander gave a final suck and then sat back on his heels, creamy fluid dotting his lips. His eyes on me, he swiped a knuckle over his mouth.
I dug my teeth into my lower lip. His eyes still held the proprietary glint, but now there was something more.
A promise. He liked women as well as men, and he’d gone out of his way to let me know he liked me.
I’d just witnessed him smash through Lorcan’s reserve like a battering ram. What would Vander do to me?
Lorcan panted on the grass, one hand cupped over his softened shaft. Eventually his breathing slowed, and he opened his eyes. He looked at Vander. Then up at me.
For a second, no one moved.
Then Lorcan was on his feet and several steps away, his back turned as he stepped into his pants. His boots lay at his feet. He’d moved faster than I could track, taking his clothes with him.
Vander stood, his face inscrutable as he studied Lorcan. Sighing, he reached down and helped me rise.
“You all right?” he asked softly, stroking hair away from my face.
I nodded. “Are you?” I went on tiptoe as I strained to see his neck.
His lips curved. “I’m fine. This isn’t the first time Lorcan has tried to chew on me.”
Lorcan’s shoulders stiffened. He bent his head as he finished with his clothes.
Different kinds of curiosity nipped at me.
How often did he and Vander do…that? What happened when Vander couldn’t get to Lorcan in time to siphon him?
Memories surfaced of the werewolf’s blood singeing my veins.
I’d clung to control by my fingertips. On the other hand, Lorcan had drained Alon without lashing out.
And he’d been as cold and steady as ever when he killed the witch in the dungeon.
But maybe those times had been different.
As silence stretched, I met Vander’s eyes.
“What if you’re not around to…?” Heat touched my face, and I longed to snatch back the question.
Vander glanced at Lorcan, who still faced away. “It’s not always like this,” he said quietly. “Less powerful creatures provoke a milder reaction. But kills add up. The more dead blood you accumulate, the harder it is to keep control.”
And Lorcan was unapologetic about his kills. How many creatures had he drained to get to the point of losing control?
He turned at last, his jaw tight and his posture rigid. “We need to bury the witch.”
I looked at the body on the ground. Guilt crept through me, along with a healthy measure of self-disgust. In all the…distraction, I’d forgotten we brought the witch with us into the Everless.
“Who is he?” I asked.
Vander went to the witch’s body and rifled through his pockets. After a minute, Vander stood, empty-handed, a frown between his brows. “Nothing, but that’s normal. The covens never send their people with any identifying papers or possessions on them.”
The shadowed temple from my dreams appeared in my head. “Could the Crau Setra have sent him?”
“Not a chance,” Vander said. “They don’t deal with men, ever.”
I looked at him. “Except when they seduce them.”
He raised a ruddy brow. “As a precursor to killing them.”