45. Sina
You’ll summon your monsters.
My breath caught as if my body had taken it as a dark promise instead of a warning.
Kiron was looking up at me now from between my thighs, his own lust forcing his eyes to glow ruby. All I could picture was those fangs sinking into the soft skin there, the thought sending another sharp pulse of heat through me. “Is that what you want, my princess?”
Harlow tugged gently at my throat, just enough to make my breath stutter. “Tell us.”
What I wanted was all three of them.
The weight of it hit me all at once. Too much and not nearly enough. I didn’t know how this would work, only that the need felt instinctive, inevitable . But then there was Rafe. We’d never crossed this line before, and suddenly that mattered more than anything.
“Rafe?”
My gaze met his, and my breath left me in a rush.
I’d never seen him like this. His eyes were completely black now, no whites visible at the edges, reflecting nothing but darkness and heat.
His lips were parted slightly, his fangs just visible.
He looked unreal. Dangerous in a way that made my pulse race.
He’d always just been my gentle giant, but right now he looked like he wanted to devour me.
Rafe swallowed thickly, but he didn’t move, just watched me with an intensity that made my head spin. The realization settled deep in my chest, steadying me even as my body trembled. He wasn’t taking what he wanted. He was giving me the choice and holding himself perfectly still until I made it.
Harlow released my throat, his gloved fingers brushing my hair back from my neck. His breath warmed my cheek as he murmured, pleased and coaxing, “Rafe has been missing out on all the fun, darling. Why don’t you reward him for his patience?”
Something in me snapped. He was right. I was holding back from Rafe. I refused to do it for a second longer.
I shoved the blanket from my lap, untangling myself from Kiron’s shoulders as I turned toward Rafe.
I didn’t hesitate. I moved into him, my legs falling on either side of his strong thighs.
His hands came to my hips immediately to steady me and he leaned his head back against the couch, watching me under half-lidded eyes.
“He’s right, Rafe,” I murmured.
One corner of his mouth curved, adding to just how dangerous and predatory he looked. His hands gripped my hips and slowly ground my pussy against him.
“I’ve waited for you for fifty years, Sina. The choice to have me is yours.”
Holy. Shit. This man—no vampire—always said the right fucking thing to get to me.
My lips crashed against his. All teeth and tongue. My restraint was gone, the contact stole the air from my lungs. Whatever power he held tingled my lips. I moaned and deepened the kiss to inferno levels. This wasn’t like the careful kiss in his car.
This was feral.
My body arched into him instinctively, tension snapping tight as his breath hitched beneath mine.
I wasn't sure if this kiss hurt him like before, but I was too far gone to question it. I arched into him, my body drawn tight like a pulled wire. My hands slid to either side of his head, gripping the back of the couch as the sensation built, but it still wasn’t enough.
I needed more. I needed him.
“More,” I demanded as I kissed him, hard and messy. “Too much clothing. "
My teeth grazed his lower lip.
His answering sound was low and rough.
One of his hands slid into my hair, gripping just enough to tip my head back, baring my throat. His mouth followed, tracing a slow, heated path from my lips along the curve of my neck. A moan slipped free before I could stop it, my body arching into the contact.
Then another set of hands joined us, skimming down my spine, catching the hem of my shirt. Rafe and I broke apart, both of us breathing hard, as Kiron tugged the fabric free and tossed it aside, my bra following.
Rafe’s attention flicked briefly to Harlow, before two hot mouths landed on my breasts. I melted into the sensation, eyes falling shut. Pleasure overwhelmed me. Instinctively I arched my back, pressing closer, asking for more from both of them without words.
Behind me, Kiron knelt, bringing his face level with mine.
He gathered my hair over one shoulder and kissed along the curve of my neck, slow and reverent.
My body went weak at the contact, a shudder running through me that had my knees threatening to give.
I leaned back instinctively, letting his chest brace me, solid and warm at my spine.
Rafe and Harlow never broke contact, their teeth and tongues nipping and sucking deliciously across my chest and stomach. I moaned. It felt like heat closing in from all sides. Like being held in the center of a slow-burning fire.
Behind me, Kiron’s mouth moved with intent, tracing upward like he was savoring every second. His breath skimmed my ear, controlled and heavy.
“We want to bite you.”
The promise sank deep. My body trembled in response, instinct answering before thought as his tongue swept the curve of my ear, deliberate enough to make my knees buckle .
“At the same time, princess. Tell us we can.”
“ Yes .” My breath broke on the word, surrendering before I could second guess myself. I barely had time to form it before sharp pain pierced each breast and my neck. I cried out, my hands digging into Harlow’s and Rafe’s shoulders as my head fell back against Kiron.
The pain morphed instantly—melting into pleasure so intense it stole my breath. Warmth spilled, blood trickling down my navel. I should have been terrified, having all three of them on me like this. I wasn’t .
I felt worshiped.
The pleasure crested higher and higher, my body going light, buoyant, like if I wasn’t careful I’d never come back down.
Slurps and feral groans filled the air, raw and unchecked.
My pleasure wound tighter and tighter until my eyes fell shut on their own.
All I could do was let it happen. Let myself feel just how good it was.
A hand cupped my jaw—Rafe’s, I knew instantly from that familiar tingling that danced across my skin—and then I screamed.
Blinding white filled my vision as pleasure detonated, pulsing through me so hard I felt it in my fingers, my toes.
My nails curled into skin, searching for purchase as one by one they finally pulled their mouths free, panting.
Kiron lifted me easily off Rafe’s lap and lowered me to the floor, setting me against the plush blanket. The fabric felt buttery soft beneath my bare skin, the same purple fibers Rafe had given me earlier. My hands spread instinctively against them, grounding myself in the sensation.
Slowly, Kiron rose to his full height, all heat and intent, his ruby gaze never leaving me. There was a hint of my blood at the corner of his mouth
He didn’t touch me yet, just dragged his eyes down my exposed breasts, his fangs catching his lower lip as he bit down.
“Fuck, Sina,” Kiron said quietly. “The things I want to do to you. ”
Harlow hummed in agreement. “My idiot brother is upstairs right now, darling, watching you spread out like a feast for us. He’s probably so fucking jealous.”
Harlow rose and joined Kiron, the two of them towering over me. Rafe followed, taking Kiron’s right and blocking out the TV completely.
Goosebumps skated over my skin with anticipation, sharp and needy. Being the focus of their attention like this, all of them looming over me, made my breath hitch and my body ache with how small and exposed I felt.
Suddenly, I felt shy .
My gaze dropped without meaning to, landing on my exposed breasts streaked crimson where their mouths had been, skin still glistening. A low sound tore from Kiron’s chest and my eyes snapped up to his.
“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered, dark gaze tracking the same path mine had. “Do you have any idea what seeing you like this does to us?”
Heat coiled low and tight in my belly, something raw and possessive twisting deeper with every second they watched me.
My attention went to Harlow without conscious thought. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for—approval, permission, something else entirely—but I gasped when I saw his expression.
My blood streaked his chin and neck, dark against his pale tattooed skin. He dragged his tongue over his lips, the forked tips flashing for just a second before he grinned at me, wild and unhinged. Demonic. Terrifying.
My gothic vampire.
I smiled at him lazily, and he returned it with that crooked grin I loved so much.
It took a second for what Harlow had said earlier to actually land. My thoughts were sluggish, heavy with blood loss and heat, everything blurring together until one piece finally snapped into focus .
Nik was watching me.
The idea of him seeing me like this did something dangerous to my pulse. The realization sent a jolt through the haze. I shifted, bracing myself on my elbows, the blanket bunching beneath my back.
“He’s really watching?” I glanced at Rafe. He met my eyes and gave a small, confirming nod.
Why did I like that?
I was seriously fucked.
Harlow crouched beside me, his hands falling between the wide spread of his thighs.
“So what do you say, Sina?” He tilted his head, a wicked glint in his eye. “Want to make our alpha regret keeping his distance from you?”
He took my chin between his fingers, tilting my face until I followed his gaze toward the far corner of the room. “Moan for the camera, darling.”