Chapter 36 #3
Nyx kisses my neck, completely oblivious or unbothered by the feelings pulsing through my head. More wetness spills from me onto Ambrose’s cock that is nestled at my entrance. All I have to do is rock my hips forward, and he’d be inside me.
Don’t think. Just enjoy.
I don’t know who speaks in my mind or if anyone does at all.
Enjoy the two hottest males I’ve ever seen.
With a smirk marring my face, I sink down, taking control exactly like I wanted.
The raw desire on Ambrose’s face as I slide onto his cock is like nothing I’ve ever seen. The amount of bliss crossing his face sends me into a tizzy of emotions.
It’s been too long since I’ve been fucked by either man, and I only sink down halfway on his cock before the burning starts.
Both men notice immediately. Nyx tilts my head back over my shoulder, kissing my swollen lips like they’re his to kiss. His hand slinks around the front of my body, teasing my clit with a flick of his finger.
I arch back, sinking another inch onto Ambrose. Strong, warm hands palm my breasts, kneading and massaging them as a thumb brushes over my hardened nipple.
The sensations are so much. I want more. Need them both inside me.
“I need you inside me, too,” I whisper to Nyx in Ambrose’s mind, knowing that every spoken word I say to Nyx, Ambrose can hear.
Nyx tugs at my bottom lip, like he’s going to bite it and suck my blood, but at the last second resists.
Images flood my head. Images of him fucking me in the ass.
I cringe at the thought.
He chuckles in my head.
But then, he shows me a new image. One of him fucking me at the same time as Ambrose.
My temperature rises thinking of them both fucking me like that at the same time. I have no idea if they’d fit or how that would work. And I know they wouldn’t like it. Touching each other like that.
I shut off my thoughts before either of them can recognize what I’m feeling. But it’s too late, they both saw.
“We want it too, love.”
“You’ll never fit.”
“Trust us.”
And then I feel Nyx pushing at my entrance, sliding up right next to Ambrose.
My heart starts racing. I’m flooded with adrenaline. My body tightens instead of relaxing.
Fuck, I’m going to ruin this.
Nyx tugs on my hair, drawing my head back at the same time that Ambrose uses what little of his magic is left to warm my body with soft tingles, like he’s kissing me everywhere all at once.
Nyx kisses over my wound, the spot where I sliced through my neck, almost killing myself. Like he’s putting this into perspective for me.
“Trust me,” he says. To me. To Ambrose.
And then, before either of us can stop him, he’s sunk his fangs into my neck. A sharp burst of pain explodes through my body before immediately shifting. Icy warm pleasure shoots through my body, heating my core, my breasts, my lips. Every part of me is alive in a way I’ve never felt before.
And then I open, relaxing fully onto both of their cocks. They don’t think, they both push inside, filling me so fully that I cry out at the explosion of pleasure wrapping its way around my body.
Ambrose’s hands and magic hold me up, like he knows I’d fall without it.
Nyx pulls more of my blood through my body, sucking viciously as both men thrust.
I gasp at the feeling. At the intensity and overwhelming feeling of having both men I’ve ever loved inside me.
Fuck, this is incredible.
They both slide in and out of me together in unison, first starting slow, but then quickly finding a rhythm that I know is going to leave me coming again far too fast.
I’m panting, my hands gripping onto Ambrose’s chest so hard that my nails begin to shift into claws that draw blood.
“I’m sorry.”
“Fucking hot as hell,” Ambrose says back. But then he looks at Nyx with slight concern. Nyx is still pulling my blood, but it doesn’t feel like I’m losing any. More like he’s circulating it faster through my body and mixing it with something of his own.
His venom?
If he his, it will kill me. But if I’m going to die, I’d like to die this way. With two cocks buried deep inside me.
“You aren’t going to die, love.” And then his fangs release me, and a spark of sadness forms. I want his fangs back, the biting pain, and the unyielding pleasure that followed.
His teeth sink into his wrist, ripping a small wound, he presses it against my lips. “Drink.”
“What?” I’m so surprised I say the word out loud.
“Drink, love.”
I look from him to Ambrose, who reluctantly nods.
So I drink.
And the tingles start in again. The pleasure spreads as I taste Nyx’s blood. I don’t know enough about vampire lore. I don’t know what drinking his blood will do to me. But right now, I’m chasing pleasure, and tasting him is an undeniable pleasure.
Both men thrust harder. Nyx’s fingers move faster over my soaked clit.
Ambrose’s hands rub my nipples between his thumb and fingers.
Magic swirls around me. Nyx’s blood pumps through me.
I feel my orgasm cresting. I try to hold it back, to let this moment stretch longer.
Because I know I’ll never get another moment like this again.
The intensity drives through me—hard and fast. Taking control of my body.
I explode.
My orgasm rips through my body like a wildfire. I come hard, pumping around the two cocks that continue to thrust until their own warm cum fills me. Until they both growl as I’ve never heard men growl before.
I feel like I’m falling, like we’re all falling down an endless hole. Like time doesn’t exist anymore. Just us. Just this feeling. I cling to it, but just when I think I’ve hit the top of my orgasm, more hits. I’m hotter and colder. I scream both of their names.
“Nyx! Ambrose!” both come out of my mouth simultaneously.
But I’m not done. There’s more. Something inside of me needs a release, or I’m going to literally explode into a thousand pieces.
I hold onto it, afraid of what’s going to happen if I let go.
But my grip on it is waning. I’m not sure I can hold onto it much longer.
I feel like I’m dying. My body is twisting, gripping, struggling to hold onto this intangible thing.
“Let go,” a male voice echoes in my head. “Let go.”
I do—unable to hold on another second.
Sparks fly around the room like a small firework show. Wind stirs, the walls rattle, and the ground shakes. We fall apart. Both men are being sucked to opposite walls of the room—by me.
I did that.
No, come back.
And it’s like the world bends to my will. Both men float back into my arms.
I grab onto them, my body collapsing against both of them as we all fall back onto the cot. Sweaty, but sated.
I fucked both men.
And I have magic.