Chapter 13 #2
“Waiting for an open invitation?” I ask breathlessly, frustrated that he’s suddenly slowed things down. Quinn glares at me from between my legs. I yelp when he brings his hand down hard against my clit.
“That’s for being a brat,” he says. Then he plunges his middle and ring fingers inside of me.
I gasp at the sudden sensation, eyes wide as I watch him work.
“I don’t fuck around with consent, Angel.
You get that?” His fingers pump in and out of me in a slow, punishing rhythm.
I can barely breathe, barely think. But suddenly they are gone.
I sigh in protest, but he comes down hard on my clit again, turning the sigh into a full blown whimper.
“Answer him,” Sterling whispers, but his words are kinder than Quinn’s, and I realize he’s caressing my face, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling gently.
“Ye—yes,” I stammer, Quinn's fingers back inside me before I finish the word. I press into Sterling, my fingers digging into his thighs as the sensations building inside me feel too much to bear. I already feel like I'm on fire.
“You’re doing great, Angel. Just breathe.
” It’s like Sterling can read my mind, can feel just how tightly wound I am.
I quickly wonder if perhaps he can, if there’s some sort of vampire power I’m unaware of that allows them to infiltrate my mind.
The realization has my blood running cold, my body pulling away from Quinn’s touch.
“Breathe,” Sterling repeats, and Quinn’s rhythm slows inside me. “We’ll slow it down, take our time. We’re here for you, Evangeline. Okay?”
Reassured, I sink against Quinn once more. His fingers are quickly replaced by his mouth and I let my head fall back against Sterling’s chest on a moan.
“Oh gods,” I exhale. My eyes are closed, but I swear I’m seeing stars with how good he feels against me. I match him stride for stride, rocking against his tongue and letting my hips follow his lead.
“Uh uh,” Sterling breathes into my ear.
A cracking sound echoes through the room, followed by my yelp as my eyes snap open. The outside of my thigh stings and it takes me a moment to realize Quinn slapped it.
“Eyes on him, Angel,” Sterling breaths against my neck.
I swallow, nodding as I lift my head from Sterling’s chest to watch as Quinn doubles down against me with a newfound hunger, fucking me with his tongue.
We lock eyes over the planes of my body, and godsdamn if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
That is, until Sterling reaches around and finds my clit with ease, his fingers matching Quinn’s rhythm perfectly.
Okay, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I am by no means a saint. I’ve spent many nights seeking escape at the hands of whatever body made themselves available for my pleasure when I’ve snuck out. But none of them came close to whatever the fuck this is. Not a single one.
And it’s as if Quinn knows it, can sense the thought as it circles in my mind. I swear he smirks, fucking smiles as he runs his tongue along the length of my slit. I bite down on my lip, trying to contain the fire burning me alive.
“Stop that,” Quinn orders. “Or I’ll stop again.” He pulls away briefly, as if to further his point.
“Stop what?” I ask, panting.
“He wants to hear you.” Sterling is still steady against my clit, despite Quinn pausing, teasing me.
I watch Quinn for a moment, as he rocks back on his knees, arms braced against the bed as he waits for me to obey.
I hold out for a moment, wanting to challenge him.
But Sterling hits a stride that has me wanting to scream, and before I can help it I’m unclenching my jaw and letting my pleasure be known to the whole fucking house.
That must be all he needs to hear because Quinn is back on me in an instant and the combination of them both at my center has me writhing on the bed.
Sterling reaches his other hand around my chest, pinning me against him.
He’s not as large as the other boys, but he’s still larger than me and he holds me in place with frustrating ease.
“I can’t,” I whisper, the sensations surrounding me becoming too much, too strong.
“You can,” Sterling whispers. I reach a hand back, sinking my fingers into his long brown waves and tugging at them. But he doesn’t back down. “Let go, Evangeline. We’ll catch you.”
The words are my undoing. I cry out, no longer remembering where I fucking am.
Quinn’s tongue consumes me, drinking down all of me as I come apart around him.
Sterling’s fingers don’t relent until long after Quinn pulls away, licking his lips as the evidence of my desire drips down his chin and through his scruff.
I am breathless, spent; I don’t know that I’ve ever come so hard in my life.
I fall back on the bed, my chest rising and falling with desperate need to recover.
Sterling stays behind me, letting his fingers dance over my skin as he explores me, Quinn’s eyes tracking the path they pave.
But as the lustful fog of my orgasm fades, reality sets in of what I’ve just done.
I’ve just let not one but two members of the Blood Order fuck me with their fingers and their tongue.
Shame floods me, knowing how furious both Tamiel and my father would be.
The weight of it all suddenly comes crashing down. The truth of the situation I’m in. The truth of what my father has done, abandoning me after years of insisting he only cared about what was best for me. Leaving me in the hands of his enemies with nowhere else to go.
I’m truly alone, without treatment, without anyone.
And for whatever reason this moment with Quinn and Sterling has revealed that truth in a new, terrifying and crippling light.
It’s like everything leading up to this point has been a dream, and I’ve just woken up to find my nightmares a reality.
And I can no longer hold back the torrent of fear and pain that floods me.
Quinn backs off the bed, grabbing his T-shirt and pulling it over his head. “I’m going to go check on Aamon. You’ve got her?”
“I’ve got her.” Sterling nods, pulling me beside him and wrapping me into his hold. I don’t look at him, don’t look at either of them, as I fold in on myself and begin to cry.