Chapter 24 – Lamia
LAMIA
Idon’t know what’s come over me, but everything has changed. These men no longer just smell the delicious way they taste…they smell like me. And the scent is indescribable. It’s effect on my body is like an aphrodisiac.
I feel alive. Wanted. Needed.
Taking Darius in and out of my mouth makes me feel oddly powerful and beautiful. Every time he gazes down at me, it’s like he sees me as something beloved. Not a monster. Not something broken and awful. But a woman.
I touch Ryker and Vincent, their shafts hard and delicious in my grip. It amazed me to feel them. To know that they’re hard because of me.
A shudder moves through my body.
And then, Darius pulls away from me.
I’m breathing hard, staring up at him. Did I do something wrong? Why did he stop?
Suddenly, he reaches down and picks me up, forcing me to release the two cocks in my hands.
My back hits the wall of the shower, and my legs curl around him.
Our eyes lock, and his cock brushes my entrance.
I gasp, moving against him. Wanting to plunge down on top of him, but not wanting to break this spell.
Then slowly, oh so slowly, he sinks into me.
I see stars. The world opens up, and I feel sensitive. Aware of nothing but our touch.
Everything stops around us.
When he slides out again, my nails dig into his shoulder blades. I’m shocked when he plunges back in, and I moan in pleasure. Every nerve in my body is singing.
“Fucking hell,” Ryker groans, and I look to him, realizing for the first time that Vincent and Ryker are stroking themselves as they watch us.
Suddenly, I know I answered wrong before. Yes, this is amazing. But I wish they were all inside of me right now. I want the connection between us to be more than that I turned them into something like me. More than just that we shared blood. I want this.
Darius thrusts in and out of me. Slow at first. Then faster and faster. I feel the building inside of me, an ache for release. To feel something good after all these years of pain and loneliness.
And then we hear banging on the door.
I stiffen, heart racing, and look to the gargoyles.
“Damn it! Damn it!” Darius says, then slides out of me and puts my feet back on the floor.
I’m shaking with desire. I want to beg him to let us finish first, but already the gargoyles are turning off the water. Vincent hands me a towel, and we all wrap ourselves and head for the door.
Ryker has us stop in the doorway, before the room covered in glass and blood.
“What is it?” he shouts when he reaches the door to the apartment.
I strain to hear a deep voice say. “There was a complaint about broken glass and shouting.”
Ryker answers quickly. “That’s our business.”
There’s a quiet moment. “Yes, sir.”
Ryker comes back down the hall, skirting the worst of the mess in the room. We move out of his way as he steps into the bedroom. “We need to get dressed and get out of here.”
I push down my regret.
We go to the closet, change quickly into the most casual looking clothes in the closet, and find shoes that fit well enough. When we’re done, I go to where I dropped the golden coin, and Ryker grabs his backpack. Glancing at the coin briefly, I put it inside with the cup.
“Now what?” Darius asks, and I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze.
“We’re onto the next item.”
I don’t ask them what we’re getting. I just try to clench my teeth and not beg them to return to the shower. Or go to the big bed and keep touching me. And let me touch them.
Instead, I hold myself tensely as Vincent takes my waist, trying to push down my desire, and reach my arms around his neck. Then they shift into their gargoyle forms, and we take off out the window, leaving the bright city behind.
But hopefully not the progress we made between us.
Because if they never touch me again, I might just lose my mind.