I jolted up a little, a low groan slipping from me. Kieran groaned with me before licking my nipple and then closing his lips around it and sucking hard. I gasped, and he laughed against my flesh.
These two were going to be the death of me. And I was one hundred percent fine with that.
Draven slapped my ass again, hard enough to sting, then groaned as my pussy tightened around his cock. “You like that, don’t you?” He chuckled.
I was rapidly learning that I liked everything they did to me. Still, what I wanted most right now was for Draven to make good on his words. I glanced over my shoulder and almost came at the sight of him glistening with sweat, his long dark hair hanging around him and both hands gripping my ass hard enough to leave bruises.
“Show me how messy you can make me, prince. I want to feel you dripping down my legs.” I turned to look at Alaric, who did indeed have his hand wrapped around his thick length as he watched me with a burning desire. “And then I want Alaric to fill me up too.”
“You heard her, Draven.” Alaric stroked himself harder.
“Make our girl scream,” Roth added from where they were slumped on a chair that gave them a perfect side view of me getting fucked. The towel was across their lap, but I could see their hand moving beneath it.
As much as I wanted all of them to be touching me, I was discovering that I really liked to be watched. Especially with how much Alaric and Roth were clearly enjoying it.
Personally, I was really proud of myself for this self-reflection moment.
Draven apparently didn’t need any more encouragement because his hands slid from my ass to grip my hips, and then he pounded roughly into me. Kieran gave me a devilish smile as his hands clamped down right above Draven’s and he moved farther down the bed into the perfect position to lick and suck my tits.
All I could do was twist my fingers into the blanket and moan as Draven roughly fucked me. One of Kieran’s hands drifted from my hip to play with my clit at the same moment he sank his fangs into the side of my breast.
The climax tore through me, and I screamed, but that didn’t slow either of them down. My own pleasure was dripping down my thighs, and the room was filled with the sounds of flesh on flesh and other obscene noises. Pain flashed in my hips as Draven’s claws tore through flesh and his thrusts became more frantic.
“Gods, you are perfect,” he grunted.
Then I felt him fill me with his seed, enough that some of it started leaking out. Gradually, Draven’s thrusts became languid and slow. I suspected he was watching his dick sink into my wet and messy cunt and liking the view, but before I could turn around and look, Kieran pulled me down for a kiss. His tongue plundered my mouth, and I let out a lazy moan as his fingers rubbed my clit, which was still oversensitive from my last orgasm.
“Our turn,” Roth announced.
My thoughts were so scrambled that it took me a moment to catch up when Draven pulled my back to his chest, his cock still buried inside me as Kieran slid out from underneath us. Then, in one smooth movement, Draven pulled out, and I found myself on my back, peering up at Alaric.
He grinned as he grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders, lining up his cock with my entrance. There was something around his neck . . . I blinked. A dark red rope.
Roth’s rope.
Alaric sank into me slowly, not the least bit bothered by Draven’s cum.
“Oh fuck.” I pushed my head back into the mattress, and suddenly Roth was stretched out in the bed next to me. One of their hands wrapped around my throat and squeezed gently before trailing down to play with my breasts.
“Alaric needs to blow off some steam, so he’s going to unwind that tight hold he keeps over his bloodlust.” Roth pinched one ofmy nipples and somehow timed it perfectly with Alaric pushing another inch into me. I gasped as my back arched off the bed, only to be yanked back down, courtesy of another one of Roth’s ropes that had wrapped around my neck. A second later, two more ropes secured my wrists and tugged my arms above my head. “But he has control issues.” Roth smiled broadly as I pulled on the ropes binding my wrists and found zero give. “Iexcelat control.”
I whimpered. Alaric was holding my thighs against his chest with my knees over his shoulders. Between his unflinching hold and Roth’s ropes, I could only move as much as either of them allowed.
Apparently, Roth liked playing with both of us because the thin, braided rope around Alaric’s neck moved like a snake and tightened a little more. Turquoise lines bled into Alaric’s eyes as he let more of his bloodlust rise.
I didn’t actually believe Alaric lacked control of his bloodlust, but he thought so. We’d talked about it before, and I knew that letting his bloodlust rise for more than a few seconds frightened him. Seeing his cousin turn Strigoi when he’d been younger had left psychological damage that my grumpy lover refused to deal with. Instead, Alaric kept a stranglehold over his bloodlust, which meant it was always trying to break free. It was his denial of who and what he was that likely made it feel so chaotic.
But that was a truth I was more than willing to spend years getting him to see, and clearly Roth was on board with helping in the meantime.
“Still with us, babe?” Roth’s hand traveled between my breasts at a frustratingly slow pace towards where I wanted their talented fingers. My clit was practically throbbing with need. Maybe it was greedy to want another orgasm after Draven and Kieran had made me come so many times, but I fucking deserved it.
Knowing Roth would only prolong my torment, I looked up at Alaric with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. The bastard laughed and moved his cock in the wrong fucking direction until his broad head was just barely inside me.
“Well, that’s just mean,” Kieran mused. “Excellent technique though.”
I turned my head to glare at him. “Eat a dick, Kier.”
“Oh, I plan to later.” He winked at me, and Draven snickered. The two of them were cuddled up together on a small settee against the wall, holding hands as they enjoyed the show.
