Chapter 13 Bram
Bram
Icouldn't take my eyes off Goldie, perched on that bed, her emerald gaze sparkling with mischief and desire. The moonlight filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow across her pale skin. The black dress riding up her thighs, showing off where the thigh-high fishnets ended… I had to have her.
"Well?" she purred, propping herself up on her elbows. "Are you three just going to stand there gawking, or are you going to do something about it?"
Fischer let out a low chuckle beside me. He didn't need his empathic abilities to pick up on the collective hunger radiating from all of us. "Oh, we're definitely going to do something about it," he murmured, his dark eyes already heated with desire.
"Fuck," I breathed, my demon blood singing with need. "Look at you, Princess."
She bit her lower lip, the simple gesture sending a bolt of pure lust straight to my cock.
"I need that pussy on my face right the fuck now." I all but charged her, loving the way she squealed and tried to scramble back, toward the headboard. Sloane was closer than I was, and he snagged one of her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, pushing her dress up around her waist.
"Where do you think you're going?" he growled from beneath his mask. Gods bless Faris and his insanity. This was the sexiest shit I'd ever been a part of.
"I was just—"
"No, sweetheart. You heard Bram. He told you what was going to happen when he caught you," Fischer scolded her, and even in the dimly lit room, I could see the blush rising on her cheeks.
Sloane ran his hand up her inner thigh, causing her legs to open. "So be a good little witch and let your demon have his reward." He cupped her panty-covered pussy, and fuck if I didn't nearly explode when she let out the neediest little whine.
I ripped off my mask and tossed it over my shoulder. "Get those fuckin' things off her, Sloane," I ordered, pulling my dark robe off next.
Sloane didn't hesitate, grabbing the lacey material and literally ripping it from her body. He handed the shredded material to Fischer, who shoved it in his pocket.
The sight of her bare pussy, glistening with arousal, had me dropping to my knees on the hardwood floor without a second thought. My amber eyes rolled back as I inhaled deeply, practically getting fucking high off the intoxicating scent of her need.
"Christ, Princess," I groaned, my hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. "You smell like pure fucking heaven."
Saige's breath hitched above me, her fingers tangling in my red hair as I leaned closer, close enough that my breath ghosted over her sensitive flesh. She was so ready for me, so wet I could see her arousal coating her inner thighs.
"Bram," she whimpered, her hips already starting to rock toward my mouth. "Please..."
"Please what?" I teased, pressing the softest kiss to her inner thigh, just inches from where she needed me most. My demon blood was singing, every instinct screaming at me to devour her, but I wanted to savor this moment.
The way she trembled beneath my touch, the little gasps falling from her lips.
"Please touch me," she breathed, and fuck if that wasn't the sweetest sound I'd ever heard.
I looked up at her through my lashes, taking in the flush spreading across her chest, the way her emerald eyes were dark with lust. "Touch you where, Princess? I am touching you."
Fischer chuckled from somewhere behind me as Sloane said, "Tell him exactly what you want. Use your words."
"I want your mouth," she said, her voice stronger now, more demanding. "I want your tongue on my pussy, Bram. I want you to make me come."
"Fuck yes," I growled, my control finally snapping. I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue immediately finding her clit. The taste of her exploded across my taste buds—sweet and musky and so perfectly Saige that I actually moaned against her flesh.
She cried out, her back arching off the bed as I worked my tongue in slow, deliberate circles.
Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, and when she tried to clamp her thighs together, Fischer and Sloane stood on either side of me, each one of them taking one of her legs.
They were holding her wide open for me, and I didn't waste a single moment.
"That's it, Princess," I murmured against her, the vibrations making her gasp. "Let me hear those pretty sounds."
I alternated between long, slow strokes of my tongue and quick flicks against her clit, savoring every single sound that spilled from her lips. Each moan, each gasp, each broken whisper of my name drove me fucking wild.
"Look at how beautiful she is," Fischer's voice was rough with desire as his fingers traced along her collarbone. "So perfect for us."
"The way she responds to you, Bram," Sloane added, his grip on her thigh tightening. "She's shaking already."
I pulled back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her slick flesh. "That's because our little witch loves having her pussy eaten, don't you, Princess?" I didn't wait for an answer before diving back in, this time sliding two fingers inside her while my mouth focused on her clit.
"Oh gods, yes," she cried out, her fingers digging into my hair.
"Keep those legs open," Sloane commanded when she tried to close them again. "Let him work."
Fischer's hand found her breast through the fabric of her dress, his thumb brushing over her nipple. "You taste so good on his tongue, don't you, sweetheart? Look how hungry he is for you."
I was fucking starved for her. I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her see stars, and worked it mercilessly while my tongue danced over her clit.
"Such a good girl," Fischer praised, his empathic abilities no doubt picking up on every wave of pleasure coursing through her. "Taking what he's giving you so beautifully."
"Don't you dare come yet," Sloane growled. "Not until he says you can."
The combination of their words and my relentless attention had her writhing beneath us, her fingers tugging almost painfully at my hair. I could feel her walls beginning to flutter around my fingers, could taste how close she was.
"That's it, Princess," I murmured against her, never stopping my ministrations. "Right there on the edge for me. You feel so fucking good, taste so fucking sweet."
"Please," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Bram, please let me—"
"Not yet," I commanded, slowing my pace just enough to keep her teetering on that precipice. "I'm not done with you."
The bedroom door creaked open behind us, and I didn't need to look to know it was Faris. The sudden spike in excitement I felt through our bond was unmistakable—that chaotic, electric energy that followed him everywhere.
"Wonders never cease," came his muffled voice through what had to be that ridiculous ghost face mask.
I didn't stop my assault on Saige's pussy, but I could feel her tense slightly at his entrance. The combination of anticipation and arousal rolling off her in waves only made me hungrier.
"Fuck me," Faris breathed, and I heard the soft thud of his boots as he moved closer. "Bram, you magnificent bastard, look at how you're devouring our little witch."
The bed dipped as he climbed up beside us, positioning himself near Saige's head. Through my sex fueled delirium, I caught sight of that haunting white mask hovering over her face, and felt her shiver beneath my tongue.
"Hello there, beautiful," Faris purred, his voice taking on that predatory edge that meant trouble. "Enjoying yourself?"
Saige could only whimper in response, her words stolen by the relentless pace of my fingers and tongue. I curled my fingers deeper, hitting that spot that made her cry out, and was rewarded with another gush of arousal coating my chin.
"Look at you," Faris continued, his mask tilting as he studied her face. "So pretty when you're falling apart. And Bram's not even close to finished with you yet, are you, demon boy?"
I pulled back just long enough to speak, my voice rough with lust. "Not even fucking close." Then I dove back in, sealing my lips around her clit and sucking hard.
"That's right," Faris growled, the mask making his voice sound even more menacing.
"He's going to eat this sweet little pussy until you're sobbing for mercy.
And then, when he's done making you come on his tongue.
.." He leaned closer to her ear, and I felt her whole body tremble.
"We're all going to ruin you. Every single one of us is going to take you apart piece by piece until you can't remember your own name. "
The promise in his words, combined with the relentless attention I was giving her, had Saige practically vibrating with need beneath us.
"I can't hold it back!" she screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm built.
"Then fuckin' come all over my mouth, Goldie," I growled against her soaked pussy before diving right back in, adding a third finger and burying them deep. My tongue started vibrating against her clit, and she detonated.
Her orgasm crashed through her like a fucking tsunami, her walls clamping down on my fingers so hard I thought she might break them. The taste of her release flooded my mouth as she screamed my name, her body convulsing beneath us.
But Faris wasn't about to let her catch her breath.
The sound of fabric tearing filled the room as he grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it straight down the middle, the black material falling away to reveal the lacey green bra underneath.
The sight of her perfect tits barely contained by that delicate fabric, her chest heaving as she tried to recover from her climax, had my cock throbbing painfully against my pants.
"Fuck, look at these," Faris growled through his mask, his hands immediately going to her breasts. "So fucking perfect."
She was still trembling, still caught in the aftershocks when Sloane's hands found her hips.
"On your stomach, kitten," he commanded, his voice muffled by that plague doctor mask. The long beak made him look absolutely sinister in the moonlight.
Before she could even process what was happening, we were rolling her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. The sight of her ass in the air, her pussy still glistening with my saliva and her own arousal, had Sloane fumbling with his pants.
"Jesus Christ," he breathed, freeing his cock and stroking it once, twice. "I need to be inside you right fucking now."
He didn't wait for permission—just lined himself up and thrust deep in one smooth motion. The sound Saige made was part scream, part moan, and all desperation.
"That's it," Sloane groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "Take every fucking inch."
I watched, mesmerized, as he started a punishing rhythm, the plague doctor mask bobbing with each thrust. The sight was so fucking surreal and erotic, I could barely think straight.
"Faris," I commanded, my voice rough with need. "Get that cock in her mouth. Now."
The masked vampire didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself in front of her, still wearing that ghost face mask, his pants already around his knees.
"Open up, gorgeous," he purred, gripping her chin and tilting her face up toward him. "Time to put that pretty mouth to work."
The sight of her between them, taking them both while still wearing the remnants of her torn dress, was the most beautiful fucking thing I'd ever seen.