Chapter 37 #2
Cassie watched as Ravik shoved his down first, impatient as always. His cock sprang free, thick and long, the broad head already shiny with precum. The knot at the base was as big as her fist. The sight of him made her mouth go dry with desire.
Severin was slower. He watched her face as he opened his trousers, giving her every chance to change her mind. When she didn’t, he eased himself free, and Cassie’s breath caught in her throat.
He was beautiful too—long and thick, pale at the base and flushed darker toward the head, with a prominent vein running along the underside. He wasn’t quite as massive as Ravik—who was pornstar huge—but still large enough to make her stomach flutter.
“Oh,” she said softly.
The corners of Severin’s mouth twitched despite the tension in his face.
“I hope that is not a bad ‘oh.’”
“No,” Cassie said honestly. “It is not a bad ‘oh.’”
Ravik looked between them, then down at Severin’s shaft. For the first time, a flicker of something uncertain crossed his face. Not jealousy, exactly—more like confusion, as though some old memory had stirred in the back of his mind.
Cassie saw it and reached for him at once, putting one hand on his thick thigh.
“Ravik?”
His eyes snapped to hers.
“Cassie?”
“Are you all right with this?”
He frowned, thinking hard. She could almost see the effort of it.
“Beast Kindred do not share mates,” he said slowly.
Severin’s face shuttered and he looked away.
Cassie’s heart sank. Was this going to be a problem?
Ravik looked at Severin, then back at Cassie, and his expression changed.
“But Cassie needs me and needs Sev too,” he said slowly. “And Ravik wants Cassie to be well.”
Cassie squeezed Ravik’s thigh.
“That’s not exactly an answer, big guy,” she murmured. “I need to know if you’re okay with this or not.”
The Beast Kindred leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers for a brief, surprisingly tender moment.
“Ravik wants to share you with Sev,” he said at last. “Don’t know why, but I do.”
“All right,” she murmured. “That’s what I want, too.”
Severin looked like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Maybe for once, the Blood Kindred scientist had run out of explanations.
Cassie reached for them both.
One hand wrapped around Ravik’s shaft. The other circled Severin’s.
She could barely get her fingers around either of them, but the difference between them made a new pulse of heat go through her.
Ravik was hotter, thicker—more bluntly overwhelming.
Severin was sleek and hard and elegant, his skin like heated silk over steel.
Both males groaned at once and the sound went straight through her.
The bite wound on her arm pulsed, brighter again. Cassie glanced down at it and saw the red-gold flare under her skin.
“Well, it looks like my body approves, anyway,” she murmured.
Severin gave a strained smile and Ravik’s hips shifted forward unconsciously as Cassie tightened her grip.
“Careful, big guy.”
He froze at once.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Just let me…”
She trailed off because she wasn’t entirely sure how to do this.
Taking one male in her mouth was one thing.
Taking two at once was something else entirely.
She had fantasized about things like this in the abstract, of course.
What woman who read the kind of books she read hadn’t?
But actually kneeling in front of two huge Kindred warriors, with both of them hard and waiting for her, was a very different matter.
Her inner exhibitionist, however, appeared to be having the time of her life. She loved how powerful she felt, holding both of them in her hands.
She shifted closer and guided their shafts together.
Both males went rigid.
Ravik growled and Severin hissed through his teeth.
“Please…” she looked up at both of them. “I need you together—I want you touching.”
“If that’s what you need.” Severin shifted closer to his friend but Ravik took a moment to think—which was still a laborious process for him.
“If Cassie wants it,” he said at last.
“I do,” she assured him.
“All right.” He scooted towards Severin and at last their cocks pressed side by side in her hands, Ravik’s darker and thicker, Severin’s paler and slightly longer—both slick at the tips already.
The sight of them together made something deep inside Cassie clench with desire. God, they looked good like that. Maybe even too good…forbidden good.
For a moment, no one moved. Cassie felt the tension vibrating through both of their big bodies.
Ravik’s eyes were locked on the place where his shaft pressed against Severin’s.
Severin was staring too, his expression caught between hunger, guilt, and a kind of aching need that made Cassie’s heart fist in her chest. She had a feeling that this scenario—which was one of her secret fantasies—might be one of the Blood Kindred’s desires as well.
Then the bite wound pulsed so sharply that she gasped.
“All right,” she whispered. “I guess we’re doing this.”
She leaned forward and licked across both of them, running her tongue over both broad heads at once.
Their reaction was immediate.
Ravik groaned so deeply the sound seemed to shake the bed.
Severin made a rough, broken noise and one of his hands clenched in the bedding.
Cassie tasted salt and heat—two different male flavors mingled on her tongue.
Ravik’s precum had that same note of salted caramel she remembered from earlier that day and Severin reminded her of white chocolate.
Together, the were delicious and the moment she swallowed, warmth spread through her body in a slow, powerful wave.
The bite wound dimmed slightly and she felt a small measure of relief.
“Oh,” she breathed. “It’s working.”
Severin’s gaze snapped to her arm.
“It reacted.”
“Yes, it did.” She nodded. “I felt it.”
“Felt what?” Ravik asked hoarsely.
“Relief.” Cassie licked them again, slower this time, dragging her tongue from one broad head to the other to gather their precum which was flowing freely now. “Just a little,” she added, after swallowing again. “But I need more.”
“Then take more,” Ravik rumbled. “Sev and I will give you what you need.”
Severin’s eyes cut to his friend.
“Let her set the pace.”
“I am,” Ravik said, though his voice was strained. “Just want Cassie to be well.”
“I know,” Severin said quietly and put a hand on Ravik’s broad, bare shoulder.
The tenderness between them made Cassie’s throat tighten again, but she couldn’t dwell on it.
Her body was already asking for more—the heat in her blood urging her forward.
She opened her mouth and took the heads of both shafts together as much as she could—lips stretched wide, tongue moving between them.
It was so hot she nearly moaned around them.
Both males did moan then, and the sound fed something inside her. She sucked gently, using her hands to stroke what she couldn’t take into her mouth, pressing them together as she worked. Ravik’s hand hovered near her hair, then stopped, as though he was afraid to touch without permission.
Cassie pulled back just enough to look up.
“You can touch my hair,” she said. “Both of you. Just don’t push.”
Two hands reached for her at once—Ravik’s huge and warm, Severin’s long-fingered and careful. Their fingers tangled in her hair together, not forcing, only holding…stroking.
The bite wound pulsed again, but this time it didn’t feel like a warning—it felt like the deep hunger inside her being answered and fed.
Cassie took them again, deeper this time, hollowing her cheeks as much as she could.
She could not fit both fully, of course—she could barely take the heads together—but she used her tongue and lips and hands, shifting from one to the other, then pressing them side by side again so she could lick and suck them at the same time.
Severin’s control cracked first.
“Goddess, Cassandra,” he groaned. “You look so beautiful like that.”
Ravik growled in agreement.
“Cassie takes us both. Her mouth is warm and wet on both of us.”
The words made Severin’s hand still in her hair.
Cassie felt it stop moving—felt the sudden tension in the air.
Ravik seemed to feel it too, because he looked at his friend, his brow furrowing.
“Sev?” he rumbled.
For one suspended second, the tension between the two males sharpened.
It wasn’t anger, Cassie thought—more like simple awareness.
It was the sudden understanding that this wasn’t just Cassie taking what her body needed…
it was also about the two of them giving it together…
sharing her when Beast and Blood Kindred weren’t supposed to share mates.
Cassie pulled back, panting.
“We can stop,” she said. “I mean…if you two want to.”
“No,” Ravik said immediately. His jaw worked as though the words were difficult, but he forced them out. “No stopping unless Cassie says to stop,” he corrected himself. “Ravik wants. Sev wants. Cassie needs.”
Severin stared at him for a long moment, then his face softened in a way Cassie had never seen before.
“Yes,” he said quietly. “Cassandra needs.”
The bite wound on Cassie’s arm throbbed again, impatient and hot and she decided that was enough talking. Leaning down, she took them back into her mouth.
After that, the world narrowed to taste and heat and sound.
She loved Ravik’s rough groans and Severin’s strained praise…
loved the slick slide of her hands around them, their mingled flavors and the strange, steady relief spreading through her bloodstream every time she swallowed the salty drops that gathered at their tips.
Her body was still needy, but the panic had eased. The terrible, frantic ache was being answered in small increments, as though every lick and swallow told the virus—or her own immune system, or whatever strange process was happening inside her—that help was coming.
Maybe it should have felt shameful, sucking them both at once…but it didn’t—to Cassie, it felt powerful.