Chapter 25 #2
Seven jerks inside me, his animalistic snarls growing louder as he bottoms out and holds me tightly against him.
His cock jumps inside me, filling me with warmth as I shatter beneath him again, crying out around the thickness still pumping into my mouth.
My legs shake when Seven slowly pulls back, and I very nearly collapse.
His big hands firmly hold my hips up, his fingers brushing back and forth across my skin.
“My turn to feel that pussy milk me,” Rorrick purrs before slipping his cock from my mouth with a pop.
Seven lifts me high, letting Rorrick move into position near the headboard, his back against it.
Then, with me facing Seven, he sets me down gently with my back against Rorrick’s chest. I straddle his strong thighs and my heavy breaths are the only sound in the silent room.
Rorrick guides his thick cock to my entrance as I ease my still pulsing pussy down on him, stretching around his girth, slick from Seven’s release.
Rorrick groans and grabs my hips, guiding me faster, until I’m seated on his cock more fully.
A moan carries through the room and it takes a moment for me to realize it’s mine.
He’s somehow bigger. Much bigger. His breath fans across my neck as his hands come around to cup my breasts until he’s all around me, holding me like I’m a thing to be cherished instead of used.
I’ve never felt that before…
“I’m going to drink from your vein while you gush all around me,” he breathes. “I’ll have all of you, or nothing at all, lass.”
Seven crawls along the bed, his eyes heated on mine as Rorrick begins to stroke up into me.
Rorrick leans me back, my thighs spread around him so I’m completely open as he starts to fuck me slowly.
I cry out in pleasure at the feeling of him stretching me, at the way he kisses me along my neck, warning me of what’s to come.
When Seven licks his lips and settles down in front of me, I nearly come undone.
It starts as a teasing flick of his tongue.
But then he seals his lips around my clit and everything washes through me all at once.
I scream between them, shaking as another orgasm rockets through me. My hands dig into Seven’s hair and Rorrick’s thigh as they both shower me with more pleasure than I’ve ever felt in my life there in Christian’s bed.
Christian.
I wish Christian was here. Then it would be perfect.
My face heats at the brazen thought but it only makes me gush harder around Rorrick’s cock and Seven’s lapping tongue.
My moan turns uncontrollable and in that moment, just in front of me, Christian appears as if by magic.
He stumbles in, his eyes wide in surprise at the sudden teleportation my magic somehow organized.
I don’t know how it happens, or how I’m able to do it in the first place, but it’s pretty fucking convenient.
It takes him only a split second to realize where he is, and even less time for his eyes to zero in first on Rorrick, then on Seven, and finally, me spread open between them both.
Fire rises there in that gaze as he meets mine and holds.
He doesn’t stop us. He doesn’t say anything.
He just folds his arms lazily across his chest and watches with intent interest.
Rorrick jerks my head to the side and his fangs pierce my throat.
With my lashes fluttering, a sting of pain shoots through me followed by the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt.
I cry out as he grinds his cock inside me, at the same time that Seven’s fangs pierce right above my clit and he sucks hard.
That’s it. That’s what it takes. I come completely undone, incoherent and a babbling mess as I melt down in between them.
The pleasure is so high, I can’t determine where the orgasms begin and end as they roll together.
Rorrick groans against my neck and he stops thrusting suddenly only to fill me with his own release, his cock warming me from the inside as it throbs.
Weakness flickers through my body, reminding me that I’m still malnourished, still not at my best despite letting these two vampires feed from me yet again.
I don’t care, though. My fingers slide sweetly through sevens thick hair as I hold him against me. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Christian comes around the bed as Seven sits back.
Blood drips down his chin and the sexiest sated look is in his eyes.
Rorrick doesn’t move from inside me, his hands on my hips holding me steady.
When Chrisitan stops in front of me and leans down across the bed, I think he’s going to kiss me.
My hooded eyes meet his as I wait for him to decide what he wants to do.
A hairbreadth away from my lips, he stops, the fire in his eyes so bright, I don’t know how it’s not burning me alive to hold his gaze.
“Congratulations, Pretty Pet,” he whispers against my parted lips, making me yearn almost painfully to feel his mouth against mine. “You just got them killed.”
My fluttering lashes open but it’s too late.
He shoves off from the mattress, straightens to his lithe height, and storms from the room.