Chapter 4
NATALIA
The first taste of blood was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Something told me it was probably the Witch’s magic running within him because regular blood could not be this delicious. Could it?
Yet again, everything I had experienced since waking up from my slumber was like nothing I’d ever expected.
Although a strange presence, akin to a fog seemed to dance through my mind, obscuring it, everything else was vibrant.
Colors were ridiculously bright, scents were overwhelmingly enticing, curiosity was as piercing as a savage hunger, and lust was all-consuming.
I wanted it all.
Even through the eerie fog, I’d recognized him as mine. Dante, the reincarnated Roman God. Mine. My body ached for him, my heart remembered him, and each reemerging memory told tales of us. These feelings inside of me demanded that I claim him in every way possible, and I was determined to comply.
“No. Natalia!”
A voice yelled in the distance with my first sip of the delicious nectar, but I ignored it, sinking my fangs deeper into Dante’s neck. A deep grunt left his throat, the sound caressing my ear and making my insides tighten around his hardness while I continued to ride him.
He felt sizzling hot, perfectly hard, and deliciously swollen as my body stroked him, the feeling heightening the ravenous need I felt for him right now.
Dante’s arms wrapped around my back, bringing me closer to him until my breasts pressed against his chest, and a smile tilted my lips on his neck. He wanted this. He wanted me to drink from him, and I was delighted to oblige.
Slowly, I sucked Dante’s neck once again, allowing myself to indulge in this strange need that had awakened in me. In the taste of him like this.
A hand gripped my arm.
The voice begged me to stop.
Yet, it was the sudden, strange feeling clamping around my heart that made me falter.
“Be gentle with him. We love him…” Natasha’s voice awoke inside my head.
Unease filled my chest, and I begrudgingly lifted my mouth from Dante’s throat, licking a crimson drop that escaped down his skin. Leaving a gentle kiss on his neck, right where my fangs had pierced it, I lifted my head to find his eyelids lazily lifting.
Dante seemed dazed when he looked at me, and I searched his eyes, hating the worry that now constricted my chest.
Had I gone too far? Did I hurt him?
“There’s nothing to worry about, Cuore mio. I know you would never hurt me.” One of Dante’s rare, true smiles curved his lips, and he caressed my cheek. A knowing gleam illuminated his forest-green eyes.
I suddenly realized he had spoken into my mind, and I lifted a single brow at him, causing his smile to widen.
“How did you enter my mind?” I answered in thought, testing the connection. He’d always used it with Natasha, but I was me now, not her, and I had never experienced it.
“You opened your mind fully to me when you claimed me again…” he answered out loud. “Or, technically, when you opened your legs to me again.”
My hard smack landed on his arm before he could see it coming, but it only made him laugh.
“You do know you are not punishing him with that, right? He likes it when we hit him.” The voice returned to my mind, but it wasn’t Natasha’s.
“Star?”
“It’s Starlight. Put some respect on my name.”
I snorted at that. “That’s too long, and I have no patience for this. Star it is.”
She growled at me at the same time that Dante chuckled, wonder capturing him.
“Did you hear her?”
“Yes… I heard them both.”
Hmmm. Interesting. He could hear us all now?
My gaze snapped to his neck when tendrils of shadow slithered out of his skin, immediately healing the punctures my fangs left. When my eyes returned to his, a spark of mischief burned bright in them.
“So, it’s more like I can’t hurt you?” I asked, uncertain how far his shadow healing went when it came to my powers.
“Oh, you can do far more than hurt me,” he clarified, leaning impossibly closer until his breath fanned my mouth. “You could kill me. Incinerate me until there is nothing left of me, but I know you would never do it. I’m yours…”
His fingers tenderly brushed a wild strand that had settled on my cheek, his bottomless gaze admiring my features.
At that moment, I knew what Natasha had seen in him, felt in him, what had made her love him.
It was far more than the mixture of power, danger, and gentleness that exuded from him with his every breath.
It was the way he felt… like our true home.
With a wicked smirk and knowing exactly what I was thinking, Dante gripped my hair and pulled me closer.
“You arrogant assho—” The words died when he claimed my lips, kissing me passionately until I lost myself in him again.
Still hard and throbbing, he jerked inside me, reminding me how deeply our bodies remained connected. It pulled a moan out of me in response. Dante’s mouth took everything without shame as if he were starving for me, as if I hadn’t just made him mine twice, desperately coming together.
His kiss left me both breathless and burning with a raging fire, so I gave in to the inferno of need and lust reawakening in my core. The one that had ignited with his citrusy yet spicy, and intoxicating scent.
“Mine,” Star growled in my mind, her heat coursing through me. “Ride him harder.”
“Your wish is my command, girl.” My core ground against his lap when I rocked my hips over and over.
“Hold him closer…” Natasha’s voice felt farther away, veiled somehow, but Star and I heard it. Her emotion filtered through me. She needed him.
Instantly, I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, overwhelmed by her need for his touch, for his embrace. My hips lowered even more, bringing him deeper, and he held me fiercely until not an ounce of air fit between us.
My stomach dipped when my breasts pressed to his chest, swollen nipples crushed against his skin, and our laps ground together, rubbing the throbbing, most sensitive part of me with the rocking of our hips.
“Dante,” I rasped, feeling myself almost at the edge of that delicious abyss of pleasure again.
All the tantalizing feelings capturing me right now weren’t just born of my craving for him, they were mine, Star’s, and Natasha’s desire.
The combination of our passions was something I wasn’t sure I could escape, nor did I want to.
It was an all-consuming need that ravaged my being, and I didn’t want it any other way.
I craved to have him again and again, and yet, I knew it would never be enough. I would never be satisfied.
Ragged breaths escaped me the higher Dante’s strokes took me, his hips now rocking with mine, but a new scent suddenly danced into my nose, seizing my being.
The exotic essence of wild orchids took over me, forcing my eyes to open and search for the source while Dante’s lips dragged along my neck, sucking it.
Louder moans escaped me just as I found him, a memory suddenly bursting through the fog clouding my mind.
Our bodies writhed against each other, the moonlight filtered through the open balcony, cascading over his beautifully sweaty tanned skin while his hardened body plunged deeper and deeper inside my sleek center, and leathery wings soared from his back as he made me his.
No, not me. Natasha.
“Mine…” Star growled again, her claim lifting more of the darkness that seemed to fog my mind.
He was, wasn’t he?
It wasn’t just Dante we belonged to, or who belonged to us.
“André…” Natasha’s whisper echoed deep in the dark recesses of my mind, and my chest constricted.
When our gazes connected a ripple seemed to extend over his strong body, tensing his every muscle. He swallowed as if trying to remain in control.
Blue flecks glimmered inside his hazel eyes while he glanced down at me, taking a hesitant step closer. The same need that burst from Natasha, Star, and me reflected in his tormented eyes, and I wanted him to love me too.
My hand went to him, my nails effortlessly slicing open the T-shirt he wore and revealing the tanned, broad chest I’d seen in the memory. His muscles jerked under my touch, especially when I pulled the shirt away, throwing it to the floor, and my fingers traced the bond tattoo on his arm.
“I need you…” I echoed Natasha’s plea, the words mixing with a moan while Dante brought me closer and closer to the edge.
My hand slowly dragged down his stomach, reveling in the feeling of his tight abs and the sight of his muscles contracting under my touch, when my gaze reached his navel, I discovered a delicious surprise.
André was deliciously hard. So much so that the head poked out of the waistband of his jeans—glistening desire brimming out of his slit.
A renewed moan escaped me with the sight, and my hand immediately went to his penis, my mouth opening to taste him.
His hand gripped my wrist before I could touch him. When our eyes met, the hesitation in his stare was difficult to miss.
“Where is Natasha?”
“She’s here, in me… She needs you.”
“I'm not falling for that again, Natalia. Let Natasha out.”
Though it sounded harsh, André’s words weren’t filled with hatred. Nonetheless, there was a strange emotion behind them. Perhaps resentment?
Dante stopped moving and looked at André, but he didn’t let me go.
A new memory broke through my mind, and as I watched the scene between André and me unfold, I understood. I had tricked him. I had taken something from him, from Natasha. I’d failed them both. Another wave of emotion constricted my chest, not my emotion, but I felt like a bitch for it.
“I’m not pretending to be her, and I’m not keeping her away. She’s just… somewhere in the darkness,” I confessed, not really knowing how to explain it. Star’s presence became stronger within me.
Was this how Natasha felt with our presence within her? It was so strange.
“Don’t shift into a wolf right now, Star. You might traumatize Dante… or crush his penis. We need his penis.”
“Agreed. But it’s not me.”