Chapter 21 – Greer
Chapter Twenty-One
Greer
“ I gave up nothing and gained everything ,” he says, looking so sincere that my eyes ache. His hand slides up my throat, and his clawed fingers curl around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. “It wasn’t even a debate. Not even close to the most difficult choice I’ve made in my long life.” His true tongue flicks out, and I’m utterly captivated by how the forked sides move independently of one another.
My eyes stay on his face as he teases down the front of my dress, flicking over my nipple. I’ve never felt anything like the way they massage my flesh in completely different motions.
“Don’t mind me.” Reign slides his hand between my pussy and the front of Seiran’s jeans. “Just trying to save your dick from the inevitable zipper marks.” He makes sure to brush the backs of his fingers over my core as he works, and my face falls forward.
My cheek comes to rest against Seiran’s. He moves to tease my other nipple before pulling his tongue back. It transitions into its more human form while Seiran tugs my mouth to his.
It’s such a smooth move.
At some point, my eyes fall shut, but my body feels energized. It doesn’t take long to realize he’s dosing me with his lust. My fingers dig into his shoulders, and my hips grind without me even meaning to move.
“Mmm, you can fuck my hand anytime,” Reign says, curling over my back. “Let’s see if I can multitask.” He brings his other hand between Seiran and me, continuing to work Seiran’s jeans with one, but uses the other to bury two fingers inside me. My body trembles as I acclimate to the stretch. “We’ve got quite the crowd growing. They’ve benefited from his magic, but this is somewhat of a special performance, considering they’ve never seen him in action.”
“Fucker,” Seiran groans, still swirling his tongue around mine. The emotion that spills into the bond is difficult to place, but it almost feels like he’s a little sheepish.
“It’s okay if you’ve fucked half the audience,” I tell him, nuzzling my cheek to his while grinding over Reign’s thick fingers. “I understand how incubi survive.” Also, I’m not in any position to judge, considering his friend is finger fucking me as we speak.
The unrealistic urge to hoard Seiran all to myself comes from the possessive nature of the matebond, but I truly do understand how his magic works. It would be like judging a vampire for needing blood to live.
“I haven’t.” Seiran’s long black hair falls around my face as his head shakes, but I barely have time to process his words.
While we were distracted, Reign handled Seiran’s belt, button, and zipper. I can tell because Seiran’s sticky tip bumps against my thigh.
Reign stretches his fingers while twisting them in and out. A ridiculous moan fills the air, and it takes me way too long to process… that was me.
“How do you feel about losing the dress?” Seiran asks with a hopeful lilt to his tone. “I’d love to watch your tits bounce without the material blocking the view.”
Reign grazes my G-spot and chuckles darkly when I drip all over his fingers. “I think you just want to show off the fact you’ve claimed the most beautiful female in the room.”
Seiran’s wings have been hanging over the other arm of the chair and they flex wide. He sits up, bringing me with him. It grinds my clit over his pelvis as Reign continues to work my slick core. He rakes my walls in a way that makes my entire body tremble. Or maybe that’s having them both so close.
Reign’s warm breath fans my shoulder as he scrapes his teeth over my skin. “Ready to lose the dress?”
My head whips to the side, appraising the crowd. Even with my enhanced eyesight, it’s impossible to make out specifics. On the black benches, there are bodies that appear to be focused on the stage, but others are fully engaged in their own sexual activities.
I nod.
“Such a good kitten,” Seiran murmurs, dipping his mouth to mine.
I doubt he would be able to keep us both up on the precarious arm of the chair without his wings to balance, but it’s hot hearing them flap as his hands work up my sides. He pulls back from the kiss to remove my dress.
Reign’s mouth lands on my shoulder. The way he scratches his teeth over my skin makes my inner walls clench.
“You’re so slick, it’s dripping all over my cock,” Seiran says, sounding awed.
“You’re close. Aren’t you?” Reign brushes my G-spot, and the way my pussy spasms should give him the answer. He tugs his fingers free of my core, and I sob, shaking my head.
“No! Why?”
Reign lifts me with his shadows and steps back, nodding at Seiran. “Take your seat. The audience wants a proper show.”
Reign slides his hand down Seiran’s front, magically removing the incubus’s jeans and boots.
Seiran scrambles into the chair with his chest heaving. My ass perfectly cups Reign’s hard cock as he moves in front of the chair, and his shadows place me on Seiran’s lap.
Before I even worry about getting my legs situated, I grab Seiran’s cock and bring it to my opening. That damn mimic knew how close I was. He purposely wanted to torment me. At the time, the only thing I wanted was to come around his fingers, but now I need to know what it’s like to be stretched over my mate’s cock.
“Thank you for saving me.” My eyes meet Seiran’s as I sink down on his impressive girth. It’s a whole different level of connection being able to sense his feelings in the bond.
“Always, kitten. From here on out, I will serve and protect you.” His clawed hand lands on the back of my neck, and he pulls my mouth to his. The kiss is slow and reverent and packed with an emotion that’s hard to decipher. “For always, you’re mine.” It sounds like a solemn vow, and, combined with feeling his emotions in the bond, I’m too overcome to say everything I ache to say back.
I finally choke out, “Me too.”
The slow gyrating of my hips turns to bouncing on Seiran’s swollen cock, but I’m so lost to the lust that he shares with me through the kiss that it becomes hard to process what’s real and what’s not.
“Gods, Seiran. Are you trying to overdose us all on lust? If so, it’s working. Exactly how full did she just refill you?” Reign’s cock bumps my ass as he reaches between me and my incubus to tease my clit. “You almost made me come in my jeans, but I reserve that activity for the sweet fledgling vampire, so I got smart and removed my clothing as well.”
“Are you complaining?” Seiran asks.
“Fuck, no.” Reign laughs. “I’ve got a killer view of her pussy from back here. If she wasn’t so full, I’d slide in there, too, but I have a feeling that’s something we’ll need to work up to.”
I moan, nodding wildly.
Hell, I don’t even know which part I’m agreeing to.
My body shivers with zips of coiled tight pleasure. It’s building so beautifully under my skin, but it feels like it might drown me whole when it finally cascades through my system.
The sounds of the audience get louder. With everything else to focus on, they’re easy enough to tune out.
Seiran and Reign are almost more than my overstimulated system can handle.
“I wouldn’t mind coming all over your juicy ass,” Reign says, kissing my shoulder. “Paint your skin in my cum and claim you as mine.” His teeth run down my shoulder, making my body quake.
Seiran growls. “This isn’t going to last long if you keep clenching like that.”
My insides light up. He’s a sex demon. Being able to rock his world is incredibly satisfying. Time loses all meaning as sensation takes over.
Seiran’s awe and pleasure are almost easier to focus on than my own, especially as my orgasm builds. My skin starts to sizzle, and my fangs pulse. Something pinches both my nipples, and I think Reign’s shadows might be to thank for that.
“You need to bite me, kitten?” Seiran coos. “Go for it. I’m going to fuck you full of my cum as you drink me down.”
“Deal,” I slur as my fangs descend.
Reign pinches my clit at the same time Seiran’s shaft swells until it’s impossibly hard.
My face flies forward, striking Seiran’s throat as his claws dig into my hips. He begins lifting and dropping me with so much force that his crown slams against my cervix.
I whimper at the first hints of his blood hitting my tongue, but I barely have the chance to enjoy it.
Seiran uses his feet to fuck up into me from below while using his hold on my hips to shove me down, and intense euphoria rips through the bond.
My inner walls convulse, spasming around his swelling length, as he violently jerks inside me. I flick my tongue over his skin and barely sip at his delicious blood, but the power in it rejuvenates my exhausted system.
Seiran’s muscles coil tight as he growls, and I do my best to grind out every drop of his hot cum. Retracting my fangs, I clean and seal the bite before moving to kiss him. This time, I’m feeling very possessive, and I run my tongue over my bondmark on his lower lip.
He sends pure smug male pride through the bond, followed quickly by his utter contentment.
I pull back and grin as I struggle to catch my breath. “That was incredible.”
“I don’t think you’re done just yet, unless you’d like to torture poor Reign,” Seiran says, smirking devilishly.
My eyes widen as the mimic in question grinds against my ass, proving he is still very hard. Studying Seiran’s face, I ask, “You don’t mind?”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “Not a bit. I enjoy watching as much as the next incubus, but that only applies to you with Reign and Novak.”
“Mmm, not that I haven’t enjoyed the view of your tight ass bouncing, but how about you turn to face me?” Reign asks, nipping at my ear.
Seiran lifts me, and his mostly hard cock slaps against his lower stomach. Licking my lips, I briefly consider sucking the remnants of both of our juices off his thick length.
I’m a little impressed that thing fit inside me to begin with, and my distraction costs me the chance to taste us mixed together.
Reign helps reposition me until I’m facing him, and my back reclines against Seiran’s chest. It smashes his cock between my butt cheeks, but the look on Reign’s face is a solid distraction.
“You’re blocking all the good shite,” a very thick Scottish accent calls out from the audience.
Reign snorts, and his shadows lift and turn the chair. It was facing directly toward the audience, but he swivels it just enough that, depending on where they are, they might be able to get a side view.
“Wrap those luscious thighs around me,” the mimic says, fisting his thick cock. My legs move from dangling over the edge of the chair to circle Reign’s ass.
Seiran growls behind me, cupping my tits and gently raking his claws down my sensitive skin.
“Are you going to do me or what?” I ask, fluttering my lashes.
Reign’s eyes darken, and he slaps his crown against my clit. I’m spread wide open, but he has to be blocking most of me from view, despite the slight change he made to the chair’s location.
“Make sure you scream loud enough to turn the entire crowd green with envy.” Seiran’s hair teases my neck as he speaks against the shell of my ear.
Reign’s multitude of tattoos move as his muscles flex, and he surges forward. His palm lands on the top of the chair, and he pushes inside my opening.
I’m so slick from Seiran’s cum that there isn’t much resistance, but the low growl that rattles from the mimic makes my head fall to the side, exposing my neck.
Reign grips my hips, pulling me farther down to make it easier as he works his way in and out of my core. “Such a submissive little thing. I do enjoy a good bite from time to time, but I think we’ll both enjoy it more if you’re the one doing the biting.”
The way he stares into my eyes is intense. He has that otherworldly fae beauty that seems to melt my brain matter when I stare at him for too long.
Seiran alternates between teasing my tits and sliding down to work my clit.
Reign’s blond hair falls over his forehead as his jaw clenches. “Not to sound spoiled, but this isn’t allowing me the freedom I’d like.” His forearm loops between me and Seiran, lifting me. He keeps me impaled on his cock as his shadows swirl around us.
I’m just adjusting to the position change when he tugs me off his length and spins me around. He puts my knees on the chair just outside of Seiran’s thighs, and his shadows slide down my arms, patting my hands when they land on the incubus’s shoulders. It puts me in a modified doggy position, but I get to stare at Seiran’s smiling face, which is a win.
I’m a little concerned that doggy style shows off my flaws and makes my tummy hang. Reign’s hands caress my ass before pulling my cheeks apart, and that’s a much better thing to focus on than a few random insecurities.
As he slams home with no warning, I whimper and dig my nails into Seiran’s skin.
I really don’t know what I did to get lucky enough to get tag-teamed by these two, but I’m super grateful.
Reign isn’t fucking around this time, and each slap of his pelvis against my ass makes me jolt.
Seiran distracts me with a quick, sensual kiss, but I think it’s his tail that teases my clit this time, because the sensation is different. “Do you trust me, kitten?”
I nod, clenching around Reign’s length.
“Good. Maybe I’ll take you for a flight sometime. Show you what it’s like to be fucked fifty feet in the air.” My incubus chuckles darkly.
That sounds ridiculously hot, but I don’t manage to say the words.
Their scents are heavy in the air, and I’m overwhelmed with my new vampire senses. Not to mention being able to pick up Seiran’s emotions in the bond. I gasp and dig my nails into his skin.
The maker bond must also give me insight into Novak’s emotions, because his anxiety or annoyance at something sits heavy in my chest.
Reign rocks into me, stretching me in a way I didn’t even know was possible. “Fucking hell. You’re such a good girl.” His shadows pull me up until I’m vertical, and he bucks up into, me teasing my G-spot mercilessly. “Still hungry, darling?” The way his tip bounces against my insides has my head nodding. There really is nothing like fresh blood with an earth-shattering orgasm. The mimic pulls his wrist to my mouth. “Drink me down, sweet girl.” His skin is so close, and my fangs pulse.
I strike, and the groan he releases makes my core clench wildly. The teasing on my clit gets stronger, and I swallow down Reign’s luscious blood. His muscles coil tight against my back and ass at the same time his cock swells. Every thrust up into me produces a wet sound that fills the air, and it’s all too much.
I detonate, nearly falling forward with the force of my orgasm.
“I’m going to end up addicted to your venom.” Reign groans. “Shit, is that a thing? I don’t even care. This is incredible. You’re incredible.”
Seiran can’t reach my mouth because it’s occupied, but he pushes up and his wings spread wide. I believe he drinks the excess lust from Reign. His muscular chest is all I can see, but I don’t mind. I, too, could get used to this.
They’re incredible.