Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
Crymson
For two long seconds, Seven doesn’t react. His arms are frozen at his sides. His lips are unmoving against mine. And then something changes. The hunger within me seems to grab ahold of him, too.
Large hands grip my waist and jerk me closer, pressing me so tightly to him, that it’s almost hard to breathe.
That’s okay. I don’t need air anyways. The remainder of the food is scattered across the bed, discarded at some point before the alternate reality Seven created and my mad scramble to kiss him.
Rorrick sits on the other end of the bed still, unmoving, but I feel his eyes on me as Seven’s large hand comes up and threads into my hair.
He pulls away to trail his lips across my throat, the sharp points of his fangs gently scratching across my sensitive skin with shivers that wreck my body.
“We shouldn’t,” Seven groans against my throat. “He’ll smell it from a mile away.”
My heart slams harder at his rumbling warning.
“It’s foolish,” Rorrick agrees.
And yet neither one of them stop it. Neither one of them push me away. Instead, when I reach out my hand for Rorrick, he immediately climbs onto the bed and makes his way over to us.
Seven’s lips trace along my collarbone, exploring every inch of me even as Rorrick grabs my hair and slams his lips to mine.
Unlike Seven, Rorrick is rougher, his lips giving me no option to control the kiss, his body holding me hostage as he consumes me.
My hand comes up and presses against his chest, stroking, wanting to rip him apart and make him a part of me.
It’s a strange yearning, to want to claim him, both of them.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to claim someone before.
But here, in this court, where I’m likely going to die, I want something that’s entirely mine. If only for a moment.
Rorrick hisses against my lips, the sound both pain and pleasure as he jerks back the same time as Seven leans away with a gasp.
I blink in confusion, trying to gain my sanity in case this is them changing their mind.
After all, it is risky, but I’m not going to push if they really don’t want to.
The moment I’m able to focus on Rorrick, it’s to find him looking down at his chest where my hand had rested.
There, emblazoned on his skin, is a tiny, unmistakably delicate “C”.
The swirl of the dark line is intricate and yet unmistakably the letter C.
“What--” I start, confused.
“You marked us,” Seven hisses, his fangs peeking from his lips as he speaks.
Sure enough, I follow his gaze to the matching letter “C” on his own pectoral. I stare down at my hand in shock.
“I. . . didn’t mean to,” I admit in a moment of panic seizing my chest. “I don’t know how to remove it.” My finger sweeps back and forth like if I try hard enough I can erase it away.
But it remains.
“Remove it?” Rorrick repeats, his narrowed eyes shifting over my features. His hand is in my hair so fast, I gasp as I’m bent backward, my lips parted as he leans over me. “What makes you think we want you to remove it?”
He doesn’t let me answer. Instead, his lips are on mine again, feverish this time, desperate.
He consumes me, his own claim I suppose, as I’m helpless to deny him.
I’d marked them, somehow, and despite the evidence that now rests on their skin, they want nothing more than to keep it.
A tattoo. . . or a brand. If I’d have known I could do that, I’d have asked permission first. Rorrick, I know, doesn’t mind, but Seven.
. . he spent his life as property. And I’d just branded him against his will…
Hands scrap against my body, stroking along my hips and thighs, fingers slipping between them. One of them strokes through my wetness, testing me, and an answering groan fills the air.
“You wanted us. Now we’re yours. Forever, ” he whispers like a vow across my neck between scraping, hungry kisses.
I whimper lightly, unable to stop the flutter of emotions that’s now flooding my body.
“You’re so desperate for us, little fae,” Seven growls, his fingers arching to dip inside my wetness. “So needy.”
“Yes,” I hiss against Rorroick’s lips. “Please.”
“I like it when you beg,” Rorrick groans. “Such pretty lips primed and ready to suck us deep.”
I can’t help the moan that crawls past my lips as two sets of hands stroke between my thighs, probing at my entrance, teasing but not giving me what I want.
“Please,” I repeat. “I want to taste you.”
Rorrick groans so deeply, I fear he’s hurt.
When I meet his eyes, his expression is fierce as he tucks my hair behind my ear and kneels up on the bed.
I lift onto my hands and knees, crawling down to him as he strips his shirts from his shoulders and drops it off the side of the bed.
Broad shoulders shadow over me. I reach for the fastening of his pants, but he beats me to it, freeing his large cock before I’m prepared.
Fuck. I should be better prepared.
Rorrick is fucking massive, his cock glistening with his desire as he reaches down and strokes himself with a large hand.
The thickness of his length fills his hand entirely.
The urge to taste grabs hold of me, and I lean forward to lick the tip.
The flat of my tongue slides over his salty taste and I’m shivering at the sound of his moan and the feel of his hand twisting in my hair.
A second set of hands stroke along the curve of my upturned ass, caressing my skin, before I feel hot breath against my swollen sex.
“Open,” Rorrick commands as he rubs his tip against my lips, distracting me from the sensations that surround me on all sides.
I do as he says, popping my lips open and letting him slide inside.
He isn’t forceful. He doesn’t just shove inside like the men I’ve had experience with.
He eases in, filling my mouth a little at a time and pulling back out, before easing back in again a little deeper.
He gives me time to adjust, time to pull back.
The moment I give the all clear with a moan and sealing my lips around him is the moment he decides to throw any caution to wind.
He strokes inside my throat as deeply as he can, his hand fisted in my hair to hold me still.
I open my throat, trying my best not to gag, ready for it, but I’m not ready for the feeling of soft lips against my core.
I cry out and jerk, but strong hands hold me still as Seven’s warm tongue slides slowly over my pussy.
His hands caress along my skin, amping up the feeling as Rorrick strokes inside my throat again and again.
The throbbing of his cock mirrors the pulse between my thighs and I want them both so badly it aches.
Cold air flits in for a moment. The press of Seven’s talented mouth against my body is gone and a dip of sadness pools through my chest for a single passing second.
Only when Seven leans back and I feel the tip of his cock stroking through my fluids, do I remember what his special power is.
“You look so perfect like this,” Rorrick groans. “So beautifully shared between us.”
Seven presses at my entrance back and forth, teasing, and for a moment, I think he’s not going to enter me at all.
For a moment, I think this is all it’ll be and that they’ll stop here.
So I lean back slightly, pressing him just inside me, making it clear what I want.
His fingers tighten on my hips briefly before he thrusts fully inside me.
There’s no gentle easing or letting me grow accustomed to his thickness.
Instead, I feel him swell to fit, his cock stretching me until I’m completely full.
My lips part and I moan against the shaft of Rorrick’s cock, making him growl with pleasure.
The snarl that comes from Seven’s throat is anything but human.
It’s pure desire, pure hunger, and I’m the meal.
Fingers bruise along my hips as he pulls out and slams back inside me again, forcing me to cry out once more around Rorrick’s cock in my mouth.
Rorrick groans at the feeling of the sound and presses deeper, cutting me off, holding me on his cock while Seven starts to pound inside me with brutal force.
It’s like he’s detached from everything else in the world that isn’t him and I; lost in the feel of our bodies coming together in a sensation of total, consuming bliss.
And I understand that all too well.
“You belong to us,” Seven hisses, the words garbled as if his fangs are in the way.
His pounding hips against my ass jars me back and forth, fucking me while I fuck Rorrick in a perfect unison of pleasure between the three of us. It’s too much. It’s everything all at once and it builds and builds and builds between us.
“You’ve been given to my King,” Seven growls and his fingers dig harder into my flesh. “ But you’re as much mine as I’m yours, Pretty Pet.”
I cry out in agreement but it’s an uncontrollable, desperate sound of recklessness.
I’d have agreed to anything in that moment.
As my orgasm came crashing down on top of me, I’d have let them drain me if it came to that.
I scream around Rorrick, jerking at the feeling of being so full, and the bed disappears beneath me.
My hands no longer clench in silk sheets.
Instead, they’re buried in the sand, right there on the same beach I’ve come to know.
I don’t think it’s Seven this time, though. This time, it’s all me.
Neither one of them slow their movements as the scenery changes around us.
It doesn’t even last that long. The bright and sunny world around us trembles with the highs and lows of my emotions.
We’re at the warm beach for a matter of a few minutes before another orgasm rocks me, sending us catapulting right back to Christian’s cool, dark bedroom.