Chapter 41 #3
I chase after Sterling’s touch as I watch Quinn pop open the top, tipping the small thing until a clear line of liquid spills over his cock.
He strokes himself, coating the full length of him in the glistening liquid.
Seven fucking hells, my brain nearly short circuits.
The combination of Sterling’s steady attention behind me and the vision of Quinn to the side of me has me barreling towards release.
Quinn steps forward again, running his hand down the rigid, velvety skin of his cock.
Sterling doesn't falter behind me, using his free hand to tease at my clit. I moan, trying to hold back the orgasm I feel building inside of me. Quinn takes another step, running his thumb over the slit of his head, toying with the beaded liquid there. Sterling’s teasing touch becomes firm—determined, even.
As his thumb fucks my ass harder, his palm flattens against the small of my back, holding my hips against the edge of bed.
“Sterling,” I whimper. It’s not just a name, but a plea.
For him to keep going, for him to give me more.
My lower lip quivers as he holds me in place, not letting up.
“Oh gods,” I cry out. It’s too overwhelming, fire igniting my skin.
I come undone all at once, shaking from the pure pleasure that pulses through me.
Quinn steps out of my field of vision and I blink through the lust-filled fog to try and clear my mind.
But before my orgasm has even fully subsided, someone is behind me, wrapping a hand around the rope attached to my arms and pulling me abruptly up.
My head spins as my world becomes vertical again and I stumble backwards.
I crash into something solid. When I turn my head to look up, I find Quinn’s brilliant blue eyes. I take a deep breath, letting my head fall back against his chest as I try to recover from the storm that just tore through me.
“We're not done yet, Angel.” He grins when I open my eyes. And then he’s picking me up, a hand under each thigh, holding me open for Sterling. He swoops in fast, guiding my legs around his now bare waist. His lips are on mine once more, only this time I’m aware of the taste of myself on his tongue.
I chase it ravenously, turned on by the presence of myself on his lips. It serves as a stark reminder of all he’s just done to me, for me. How desperate he is to please me.
Quinn joins in by peppering the outline of my neck and back with kisses of his own, working his way up until he’s at my ear. “Are you hungry, Evangeline?” His teeth nip at my lobe.
“Hm?” I pull away from Sterling, breathless, as I try to turn my head back towards Quinn. But Sterling’s hand wraps around my chin, pulling my focus back to him.
“You need to feed, Angel. Before we can continue. You’ll need your strength for what we have planned for you.” Sterling’s finger traces the outline of my jaw. “And those ropes are wounding you faster than the Arcane is healing. Which means you need more blood.”
I swallow, eyes roaming Sterling's own. He’s right. Now that the pleasure is lulling, I can feel the bite of the wounds the ropes are leaving behind.
“I would be honored to have you, Evangeline.” He leans in, kissing my lips softly.
“Mind.” He pulls back just far enough to press a tender kiss to my forehead.
“Body." He bends down, pressing a kiss to my sternum while lining himself up with my entrance and teasing me with his already leaking cock.
“And blood,” he finishes, licking up the column of my throat.
My eyes flutter closed at the sensation as I nod absent-mindedly. “What do I do?” I ask, breathless. Hesitant.
Sterling pulls back just enough to bare his throat to me. An offering. “Drink, my little fallen angel. Drink to your heart’s content.”
It’s all the permission I need before my vision goes red, the bloodlust overtaking me.
I lunge forward, albeit awkwardly with the way my arms are still trapped behind my back.
But Sterling adjusts for me, allowing me the perfect angle to sink my fangs into his skin.
And as they tear past flesh to taste the sweet tang of Sterling’s blood, he sinks himself into me.
I moan against his skin, the sweet sensation of his blood and cock mingling together.
Both feel absolutely glorious. His blood is rich and full of life and lust, dancing across my tongue.
It wraps around me, possesses me. And I know now that this is the bond I’m feeling.
His blood binding to me. And it’s the best fucking feeling in the world.
Quinn urges us to move and Sterling walks backwards effortlessly towards the bed while keeping my mouth attached to his throat and his cock buried inside of me.
My toes hit silk, the world going off kilter again as Sterling falls back on the bed.
He sinks deeper into me as his fingers dig into my hips and pull me closer to him.
I gulp down his blood greedily, never wanting to stop. It’s filling me, igniting my bones and warming my soul. That combined with the feel of him rocking inside me, filling me so completely, fills me with power. Like I myself am one of the gods, omnipotent and divine.
My shoulders burn as I’m lurched backwards and forced to unlatch from Sterling’s neck. I cry out in protest, blood running down my chin as Quinn tightens his hold on the rope and forces me to sit up against his chest.
“You’re such a greedy little slut.” His words should bite, but his tone is sweet as honey as he wraps a hand around my throat and holds me against him. “But there’s a wealth to be shared here, Angel. And it’s only fair you pay both the males you’re bloodbound to the same amount of attention, yes?”
He guides my mouth to his own throat. “Drink,” he orders, tightening his hold on the rope. A subtle warning that I will be kept in this position until I obey.
I smile broadly, more than happy to oblige as my mouth waters at the promise of more blood.
I bare my fangs and clamp down on Quinn’s neck, pulling a delicious, throaty grunt from him.
Lightning strikes behind my eyes as his blood hits my tongue and mixes with the taste of Sterling’s.
If one was amazing, two is fucking otherworldly.
Sterling bucks his hips against me as I drink down Quinn, and I already feel another orgasm blooming somewhere deep inside me.
“Enough,” Quinn orders, dropping the tension in the rope and pushing me forward so I fall against Sterling’s chest. “Fuck, Evangeline. You have me so close already and I haven’t even been inside you yet.”
“And what exactly are you waiting for, Quinn?” I throw over my shoulder, leaning into Sterling so that my ass is raised in the air for him. I catch Sterling’s eyes, a smirk growing across my bloodstained lips.
“Oh, you wicked thing,” Sterling tsks, lacing his hand into my hair and bringing my mouth down to his. I sink into his kiss, just as a crack echoes through the room. I jump as Sterling’s hand caresses the stinging spot Quinn’s left behind on my ass.
Sterling's hips rise up to chase after me, continuing to pump in and out. He breaks away from my lips, pulling my head into the hollow of his collarbone. “Now be a good girl and put that ass nice and high in the air for Quinn here, okay, Angel?” I nod, or try to with the way he’s holding me against his chest, and arch my back to fully expose myself to Quinn.
A moment of mortification passes through me as I realize how I must look—my hands tied behind my back, my head being held down against Sterling, and my ass on full display for Quinn.
I should be humiliated. But as I feel one hand tighten on the rope restraining my arms and the other land against my hip as Quinn guides himself towards my back entrance, the shame is chased away by hot, stark desire.
Sterling slows his movement to allow Quinn the opportunity to join, and I suck in a shallow breath as I feel the head of his cock tease me.
“Just relax, Evangeline,” Sterling whispers in my ear. He raises my hips just enough to snake a hand between us and find my clit. “Focus on the pleasure. The feel of us as we claim you. There’s nothing to be afraid of here.”
I nod, releasing a shuddering breath. I jump slightly as I feel something cool and slick pour over the top of my ass. “It’s okay,” Sterling coos. “He’s just making sure you’re ready for him.”
Quinn uses his cock to spread the liquid over my entrance, teasing and testing me as he goes. The nerves melt away with each glimpse I get at how good he will feel. And soon I’m chasing after his touch and panting for more.
“I think she’s ready, Quentin.” Sterling releases my head, throwing me a wink before finding my lips once more and kissing me deeply.
I moan against his lips as Quinn sinks himself into me.
They were right. I have done this before.
But never like this. With one male before me and another at my ass.
With my limbs bound and my body fully at their mercy.
My body lights up with sensations. There's too much all at once. I’ve never felt so full before, not even with Aamon and Quinn last night.
There’s so much pressure that I think I’m going to explode. “Fuck,” I hiss against Sterling’s lips.
“Remember that word, Angel?” Sterling prompts. Quinn freezes immediately. I can feel the way his fingers are digging into my hip, the restraint he’s using to not tear me apart. But he won’t continue unless he knows I’m okay.
I nod, pushing back tears. I don’t even know why I’m crying. But the tears are there and I’m trying desperately to make them stop. “I’m fine,” I promise. “It’s just . . . so much. All at once.”
Sterling rocks his hips against me, letting his fingers dance over my clit. The tension in my shoulders melts away as I sink against him again. “Do we need to take a break?” His voice is low to my ears, communing with me alone.
“No,” I whisper back. “I want this. You have no idea how badly I want this.”