Garroway added to the effect, staying on his hands and knees and prying his face between our connection. His tongue alternated between Skar’s balls and shaft and my drenched, filled pussy, eagerly lapping up the juices as his master pummeled me into submission and obedience.
I started to fall back, back, back—
And Skar came with me, never letting his cock withdraw from my cunt but slamming my spine against the wall instead.
A hanging painting dislodged and fell to my left, slipping from the wall. The frame shattered with a loud crash on the floor.
Skar slid his hands down the swell of my wide hips, pulling my body against him, searing his cock inside me until I could only feel him, only remember him, and everyone else was lost to me—even the lapping and nuzzling of Garroway’s face against my cunt between Skar’s legs.
The thrall enjoyed being battered by his master’s swinging sack, clapping into his forehead before rebounding up against my asshole with every violent thrust.
I screamed, my palms and ass flattening behind me against the wall, desperately trying to find something to ground me and give me purchase.
Skar took the opportunity to cup the backs of my thighs then my large ass. He lifted me effortlessly with the wall against my backside as leverage. My legs naturally coiled around his taperedmiddle, thighs falling on his hard hips and calves bouncing on his taut ass while he dominated me.
He leaned forward, bearing his fangs in a snarl while he railed into me. His sharp gold-flecked eyes yielded no argument and I simply nodded.
“Taste me, my king,” I whispered. “Make me yours.”
His sharp teeth punctured my skin just above my collar, a vacuum of pain and pleasure mingling as he drank his fill. The sensation made me gasp as lightning shot through my veins from my belly, billowing outward.
Garroway was beneath us, face upturned to take our dripping, drooling juices into his waiting mouth, drinking it all up like a faithful whore.
Skartovius slammed inside me once more with a bellow that reverberated over my skin, his cloak fluttering behind him. My belly jiggled as he hilted deep as he could go. I stared down in slack-jawed amazement as my stomach rippled from the way his scalding-hot cum filled me.
My eyes rolled back as I came for the umpteenth time, unable to control the battering ram from breaking down my walls and flooding me, even as he vacuumed the blood from my veins.
When he pulled out, a river of thick white followed, and of course Garro was there, waiting with an open mouth to accept his lord’s release.
Skar pulled his face back from my skin and slurped my Loreblood into his delectable, wicked mouth with a hazy shadow casting across his eyes.
He let go of my thighs and I slowly slid down the wall. He stood over me, arms crossed, cock throbbing in the air as if he wanted more from me—as if my blood had rejuvenated him and only made him more lustful.
But I was fucked stupid, mindless and boneless. Taking both of these vampires one after the other had destroyed my ability to think, move, or react.
Skar said, “You are a revelation, temptress. I knew I was not making a mistake with you.”
My wild eyes blinked, dewy from the sensations of my orgasm still latently pulsing through me. My tiredness didn’t stop me from parting my legs, and it didn’t stop Garroway from stuffing his head between my thighs to slurp at me.
Skar said, “That’s a good boy. Clean up your queen. And when you’re done, bring her to me and I will care for the rest of her.”
I blinked in awe. He began to walk away, and my brow furrowed, reality beginning to settle in. “W-Where are you going, my king?” I stammered, pained he would be leaving so quickly after what we’d just done.
He glanced over his shoulder. “Rest and sleep now, little temptress. There is something I must do.”
His words felt more like a command than a suggestion. Within seconds I felt my eyes getting droopy. Skar’s boots thudded as he left. They sounded far away.
Floating on a cloud of blissfulness, I rolled my head back against the wall and closed my eyes, drifting off to the soft sounds of Garroway licking me clean of his master’s essence.
Chapter 44
I awoke to the sound of screams. Hellbent, piteous, grating howls muffled by the walls around me, forcing my eyes open and launching my heart to my throat.
Garroway’s head lifted from my lap, his eyes alert and narrowing from the sounds of danger. Evidently, he had dozed off as well after getting his fill of me and Skartovius.
We shared a look—his concerned, mine afraid—and then he was on his feet, helping me up. I stumbled into him as I stood, blinking sleepiness from my eyes. Our naked bodies slid together for a moment and the entire torrid affair we’d partaken in flooded back to me in a torrential, alarming wave.We . . . just did that. I fucked my first fullblooded vampire and made love to a half-blood dhampir all in one night.
The screaming continued nearby, battering against the walls. I inhaled sharply.
