Chapter 9 #2
I can’t resist kneeling next to the sofa and taking her hand in mine. I hold her wrist to my lips, kissing it open-mouthed, then sucking at the skin, bringing her blood to the surface, worrying at the fine, delicate bones and tendons with little nibbles.
Autumn writhes beneath Will, her legs flexing as if she’s trying to pull him into her deeper, faster.
He and I are too strong for antics like that.
We fuck the way we want, and when it benefits our partners that we go slow and steady, that’s what we do.
So he doesn’t move faster, he doesn’t change his strokes, he just keeps fucking her slowly, putting most of his attention on biting her chest and neck.
I graze her wrist and hand with my teeth, allowing my fangs to descend so I can lightly scratch her.
“Yes,” she gasps. “More.”
“More what, love?” Will murmurs against her throat.
“More teeth. I—I changed my mind,” she gasps, looking up at Will, then over at me. “I want you to bite me.”
Little mouse is getting braver with us, asking for what she wants.
We shouldn’t do this. We really should not do this. So of course I have to be a dick about it.
“You changed your mind? You want us to bite you?” I ask, teasing with my fangs, pressing the tips into the fleshy base of her thumb.
“Yes,” she says between heavy breaths. “That’s what I want.”
“Beg for it,” I snarl.
“Please,” she gasps, her low, throaty voice full of need. “Please, bite me.”
“With pleasure.” Will lowers his face to her breast, covers her nipple with his mouth. He looks into her eyes, and she nods.
He bites down. Her cry is a twist of pain-filled pleasure. She grabs my shoulder, squirming while Will continues to fuck her and suck her. “Please, please,” she says.
She begs, so I will give it to her. I lower my head to her other breast. Her nipple is hard. I suck on it for a moment before opening my mouth wider. My fangs scrape against the tender flesh of her breast above her nipple. Then I bite.
She screams out her orgasm, her voice ringing in my ears. Her blood is sharp and sweet against my tongue, flooding my throat. I lick and suck her nipple as I swallow. Her pulse, rapid and strong, thuds like a second heartbeat. She is good, and pure, and full of life.
One time. This is the one time. Any more and I’ll become an addict.
I fear I already have.
Her orgasm continues for as long as Will and I drink from her. We know not to take too much, so we stop at around the same time. I sit back and allow myself to gaze at her content, sated face. Those hazel eyes blink slowly back at me, squinting lightly in confusion.
“Are you in pain?” she asks.
I shake my head.
She captures my hand in hers. I flinch, and she lets me go.
“You were rubbing your chest,” she says, a concerned pinch to her brow.
“No pain,” I grunt. “I’m fine.”
Physically, I’m fine. Except my chest feels hollow and heavy all at once because I’m already imagining tomorrow, when she won’t be here anymore.
Will found his release at some point during Autumn’s orgasm, and he eases out of her while kissing her chest. His tongue darts out and licks an errant drop of blood sliding down the side of her tit. “You did so good, love. Such a good girl for us. Absolutely brilliant.”
Forgetting me, she turns her attention to him and smiles. But her eyelids appear heavy and she looks as if she could drop off to sleep at any moment.
“She’s tired, let her sleep,” I say.
“You’re right.” He kisses her cheek and pulls the blanket up to her neck.
“Too hot,” she complains, batting at the blanket and pushing it down to her waist.
“All right.” He kisses her again. “I’ll be in my room down the hall if you need anything. Goodnight, love.”
I pour her a glass of water and set it on the coffee table. She’s already asleep, but she’s going to wake up parched after both of us drank from her.
“You,” Will hisses softly, so softly she wouldn’t be able to hear.
I back into the hallway, putting some distance between us and the girl. “What?”
His blue eyes practically glow with indignation. “You hid her from me. You knew she was here, you pretended you had no idea. She watched us last night with that other woman and you saw her and you didn’t say anything.”
I shrug. There’s no denying it.
“Why?” he whispers. “She is perfection. I haven’t felt this way in ages.”
I have no answer other than, “It’s dangerous, Will.”
Only the cruelest of fates would give us this girl to take her away again. Yet that’s what must happen.
“We could keep her,” Will says.
“We had an agreement. We can’t trust ourselves.” I watch the girl’s naked chest rise and fall with each of her breaths. Her breasts are red, her delicate skin irritated from our attention. Will’s and my twin bite marks are lined up above each nipple. Fucking hell, that’s hot.
“She’s special,” he says.
“She’s not fucking special. You’re just lonely, and you need to get over it.
She’s not Elisabeth.” I march into his office, find the small bottle of oubliette waiting on the wet bar, and bring it back to the living room.
I shove the glass bottle into Will’s hand.
“She’s taking this in the morning, and then we’re done with her.
You’re the one who will give it to her, you’re the one who will say goodbye. ”
“Don’t make me do that,” Will says.
I shake my head. “You brought in the stray, now it’s your job to get rid of it. That’s best for us all.”
Without waiting for his response, I go to my bedroom, close the door, and lock it behind me. I stand against it, tilting my head back and closing my eyes.
We have a strict rule that in everything we do, we must be in full agreement. And I do not agree that she should stay, so he’s going to send her away.
I won’t be able to watch it happen. I don’t trust myself not to cave to Will’s emotional reasoning. But he created this problem, not me. Now it’s up to him to abide by our rule.