Chapter 28 #2
“Crymson?” he asks like he’s not sure if I’m real or not, his lips worshipping along my neck as he murmurs my name over and over again.
His palm grinds back and forth against my center, and I shudder from the delicious sounds in the room alone.
“Crymson, I fucking need you. Please,” he begs, and it does something inside me to hear the desperation in his voice.
Seven’s gaze shifts from me to Thorn before he finally lifts his head. Blood drips from his chin, and wild eyes take me in.
“Lift up,” he orders on the calmest tone, and I’d forgotten how wet he could make me with just the confidence of his voice.
I nod my head to him, and in one quick move, he pulls away my underwear in what I can only describe as a swift form of witchcraft.
He smirks lazily at me, and I keep my hips in place as he pushes his big hand over the hard outline of Thorn’s cock beneath me.
The warmth of his chest skims mine as he works with far too much seriousness.
The scent of copper and wine tinge his breath.
He’s pushing the fabric of the King’s pants away beneath me, and the closeness of Seven’s body so near mine has every nerve in my body rapid firing.
I slam my lips to his. Every single part of him reacts. His bloody palm snatches along my jaw, and he threads his fingers through my hair. Slickly, he kisses me back like he’s a starving man and only my affection can fill him. He breaks the kiss with a heavy gasp as he holds my gaze.
“Lift up for me, Crymson,” Seven murmurs along my lips, kissing me slowly while his hands dip down along my hips.
Lower he trails the heat of his palms. He covers my curves and lifts me little by little until . . .
Something smooth and hard bobs between my thighs. He slides me slowly down Thorn’s hardness, coating his cock in my wetness while he devours the whimpers along my tongue.
“You’re doing so good,” he praises, and I melt into his kiss.
I feel his right hand slip away from me, but it brushes beneath me, gripping around Thorn’s length and lining him up just right.
“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Crymson,” Seven promises, and a small nip of his teeth against my lower lip has flashes of summer sun and calming waves flickering through my thoughts.
He sucks hard at my lower lip while Thorn’s big hand sneaks between us.
Thorn pushes back my dress once more and dips his fingers up my thighs.
He slides between my folds while his cock teases my slit.
A thickness stretches me slowly, sinking in ever so carefully while long fingers glide up and down, up and down.
When Seven pulls back from me, I can feel the warmth of heady attention on me. I peer back, and Thorn’s heavy gaze is shining down on me. My lips part without sound as he circles hard over my clit, and cocky amusement gleams in his eyes.
I rock my hips against him, and he meets my every thrust, every move, every fucking unraveling of my being.
“Go slow,” that calm and commanding voice whispers, and my lashes struggle to fully open as I look up.
Seven’s shirt is on the floor, and his pants hang loosely on sexy lean hips. His wrist rolls slowly as he pumps his palm all the way down his shaft to his tip over and over again.
“Come here,” he growls quietly, and I can’t take my eyes off of his prowling form as his knees knock against mine and spread me wider.
Thorn’s hand lifts from between my thighs to make room, but he doesn’t waste time pushing down the straps of my dress.
Cool air wafts over my breasts as the dress pools at my hips between us.
Seven’s watchful gaze holds mine as I struggle not to scream out with every thrust Thorn gives.
Seven’s palm braces behind my head along the heavy wooden chair, and then I feel him.
He slides over my clit and along my folds while Thorn pumps with aching slowness against my G-spot.
“I’ll adjust to you, okay,” Seven whispers against my lips between desperate kisses. “I’ll take care of everything.”
For a flickering moment, I remember how he grew and filled every part of me last time. How will he adjust with someone already filling me more than I can handle?
Big hands cradle me against a strong chest as he holds me just at the tip of his member. My breasts push against his smooth chest, and my lips part without sound. Seven’s lashes flutter as his length slides along Thorn’s and against my opening.
“Such a good girl, so wet for us,” Seven murmurs across my lips as his tongue flicks against mine. I thrust against their smooth hardness but Seven only shakes his head at me. “Go slow, go slow,” he whispers. “It’ll feel good, I promise,” he vows in a voice like sex and gravel.
His hands cover my hips with careful control. Ever so slowly, he sinks me down, stretching me good as his length slides over my clit and presses so firmly against the deepest part of me.
My moan is a shattering cry along his lips, but he silences the sound of it with tender, sexy kisses that never end.
Their groans wash over me, showering me with every steady push and pull of our bodies.
Seven moves over me, rocking the entire chair back and forth as he fucks me and his King with everything he has.
The lusty energy of the room climbs higher and higher, and my lashes open hard when I hear Christian’s growl.
He feeds messily from Carver’s wrist now, and the blood covering his chest is a frightening sight.
He kneels for him, lower than I’ve ever seen him beneath any other royal.
And he holds my gaze intently. My body shakes unnaturally.
I physically can’t look away. I’m entranced by him.
You’re ours now, pet. Forever.
He releases his hold on me, and my nerves rapid fire all through my body. My lips part a shaking breath of ecstasy as I watch the two of them among the shadows, realizing how entangled my fae and vampires have all suddenly become.
Because of me.
Rorrick’s smirk is sexy and quiet as he comes to me. My fingers tangle in his, and I’m grabbing at his pants before he’s even close enough.
“So fuckin’ greedy,” he murmurs, and his big palm pushes hard over mine as I tease his thick outline from over his pants.
Seven slows, leading the three of us with his every move.
He watches me with hooded attention as my fingers push aside the material covering Rorrick’s large outline.
His dick bobs free, and my fingers wrap around his shaft as much as I can.
Silky smooth beneath my touch, I have the sudden urge to memorize every thick vein and every inch of this beautiful man now bowing over me.
His palm hits the back of the chair hard, and he trembles with every slow roll of my wrist.
I can’t catch my breath as I watch him. Seven won’t allow me to.
“Does he feel good?” Seven asks with a barely contained groan lacing his words.
I nod to him, but his hips are like pistons firing now. His brow pulls heavily across his eyes, and he tries desperately to hold on, but I can tell he’s failing with every ragged breath.
My center aches with tangled energy coiling tighter and tighter, but I so badly want to make him feel good.
“He almost feels as good as you made me feel that night in Christian’s bed,” I utter breathlessly, and I see the spark of the memory in wild eyes.
Remember? I send the question down to him, but a reckless groan is his only reply.
I don’t know how . . . but I feed that memory to him like he’s always done to me. I push the thought down our bond, and I can physically feel how good he made me feel. I can feel every rush of that orgasm chasing through my body.
Remember? I ask, and even the sound of my thoughts trembles with pent-up neediness wrecking my body
“Fuck,” he hisses before slamming his lips to mine.
He thrusts in deeply, holding my hips down against him as he pulses hotly inside, growing and then shrinking and growing all over again like he can’t fully control his size in this moment.
Thorn growls against my neck as he rocks into me, fucking the orgasm from Seven with every slow drag of his cock against his. The vampire trembles hard above me even as Thorn growls and stiffens hard behind me.
“You’re a cruel, cruel woman,” Seven whispers on a jagged breath against my lips. Then I gasp as he slips away from me.
I nearly stumble from Thorn’s lap, but Rorrick is there.
Seven falls into the closest chair, and there’s an emptiness within me as I’m pulled away from Thorn.
Rorrick lifts me, and more glass and plates hit the ground as he shoves back the forgotten dinner to make room for the one meal he’s clearly wanted all fucking night.
“Now who’s greedy?” I ask with a smile, and his amusement shines across his gaze before it falls to something offensive in my lap.
Big hands wrap around the hem of my dress bunched around my stomach.
“No!” I beg. But it’s too late.
With an effortless rip, my sundress is torn away from me.
In nothing but my finest birthday suit, I glare up at the smirking Commander.
“You’re not going to remember that dress in abou’ three minutes, love,” he says.
“Three minutes, wow. A new record?” I taunt, and his eyes widen with an amused challenge.
He steps between my legs, and I brace myself with one hand on the table behind me. His big palms encompass my bare hips. His chest skims my nipples as his temple rests against mine, and for several seconds he just holds me.
“I missed you so fuckin’ much, Crymson.” His words wash the weight of his sadness all through me.
A different ache forms at the center of my chest. and I push my palm up his jawline and hold him to me like I’ll never let him go.
“I missed you,” I whisper between us.
“I’ll make you feel good for the rest of our fuckin’ lives if you let me,” he says, but it sounds like a plea.
“Forever?” I ask with a small smile, and a brilliant smile of his own brightens his scarred face.
“For fuckin’ ever,” he promises.
His lips press to my forehead, and ever so quietly, he whispers, “I’m gonna love you for the rest of forever, Crymson Vaine.”
“I love you,” I promise as his lips brush along mine, pulling too much storming emotion from me with the barest of kisses.
His tongue slips over mine, and strong fingers thread through my hair as he holds me hard. Then he sinks in inch by inch.
My shaking moan is devoured. My body is wrapped around every part of him as he holds me firmly against him, jostling me with a firm hard pounding of his hips. My knees lock against his hard body, and he uses his strength to sink into me deeper and deeper with every long stroke.
“Rorrick,” I breathe, and he kisses the desperate sound away with a flick of his tongue and continues on.
Coiling tension builds all over again. It climbs higher, it teeters, it fucking edges along oblivion and then he dips his hand between us. He takes his time sliding down my folds, and with a hard press of his thumb against my clit, I come apart.
All that tangled energy combusts in blinding colors. My legs shake around his hips, and he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, keeps angling me just right and making my body his own little toy as he fucks me harder and harder, and I come again and again and again.
His smirk is a taunting curve of his lips against mine as he slows the tormenting pace of his hips against mine.
“Baby, it’s only been three minutes,” he laughs arrogantly, but when I finally find the strength to open my eyes, all of them are standing behind him.
Five hungry men look down on me where I’m splayed across the table like they haven’t eaten in years.
Shock and worry sink through me hard at the thought of what more is to come tonight.
Because they’re five of the most powerful, virile men in all the Dark Lands
And I’m just a girl who wanted to play backgammon.