He snarled. A sound so animalistic, so primal, that it made me flinch. A reaction that was lost the second he tugged at my waistband hard enough the button slipped free, practically tearing into my jeans to get them open. The motion jerking me to the side with the rough way he handled me.
But it was the glowing intensity in his gaze that I couldn’t take my own eyes from. Tal was barely holding himself back. Myjeans soon became obsolete as he dragged them down my legs and tossed them behind him in one swift motion. But as for my panties, these were left in place as he lowered himself enough to run his nose up the center. He took in a deep inhale, making me shudder as his nose grazed my clit.
“Mmm… tell me, pretty girl…how long have you been wet for us?”he asked, looking up at me from between my legs.
I felt my cheeks heat, embarrassed by the fact that it had been all day. But seeing as I was too ashamed to admit it, I said nothing.
However, this wasn’t good enough for them both, as Victor was soon in on the action. He positioned himself to the side of us and started to walk his fingers up my torso between my breasts.
“I believe my brother asked you a question, sweetheart,” he said, making Tal agree right against my sex, one he was still breathing in as if addicted to the scent of me.
“That I did.”
“I… I… vowed I wouldn’t,” I admitted, which was when they both grinned at me, now moving slowly, almost predatorily.
Victor ran the back of his fingers down my left cheek, at the same time Tal rose up to do the same down the right side of my neck. Both of them consuming my space completely as Victor leaned closer and told me,
“Don’t you know, baby…” He paused so his brother could finish off for him, and Tal whispered by my other ear…
“…Somevows just beg to be broken.”
15
BEER AND BLOOD
After this dark promise to break any vows that I had made about not doing this again, Tal started kissing me. And with Victor at my neck, both men were determined to drive me wild, consuming my every thought with their attention. Their hands were everywhere and I felt mindless because of it. The feeling took me to places I had never known, telling me how tame they had been with me that first night.
But as for now, well they were on a clear mission to burn me whole. To take every last piece of me for themselves. Because I had never felt so owned, so possessed before. Every inch of me was theirs to do with whatever they pleased. Both of them moved as if this was some aged-old dance performed with ease and muscle memory. As if all that guided them was raw desire and burning need.
Tal pulled back from kissing me, giving me only a chance for a momentary breath before Victor took his place. He turned my head to the side so his brother had room to lower to his knees. Tal’s lips soon took their new place at my inner thigh, kissing upward toward my core. But then Victor pulled back and looked down at his brother, who nodded to him.
“Time for us to feast,” was Victor’s reply to this silent agreement.
His grin was unnerving as he suddenly tore my top up and over my head. My sleeves getting tangled at my wrists turned out to be intentionally done to keep me shackled, so he could keep my hands fisted in the air above my head. This effectively kept me restrained so he could start to lower my torso back against the soaked island, the beer casting an amber hue over the white marble. My back arched at the cool liquid when it touched my skin, making me gasp.
Victor saw this and grinned down at me, enjoying watching my body squirm. I was close enough to the edge of the island that Victor had no problem reaching me from the side, and he soon arched his body over mine. This was so he could lick his way up my body while still pinning my arms above me.
Meanwhile, I glanced down to watch as Tal ripped his T-shirt over his head, my mouth going dry at the sight of his incredible body. All those hard muscles and delicious tensed lines I wanted to trace with my tongue. But the sight of him lowering before me was like another dream. A dream that shot straight into reality the second he tore my panties off, as if they were made from paper, and had his first taste of me. A long, leisurely lick up from my entrance had my back arching the second he reached my aching clit.
“Fucking ambrosia,”he growled after lifting his head enough to do so. Victor grinned down at him, his eyes taking in the sight of his brother feasting on me, and clearly enjoying the erotic show. But then his head turned slowly to face me, his eyes homing in on what he wanted, as he tore the cup of my bra down. The action made me gasp again as he freed my breast in an almost violent way. Adding to this was the way his hand remained gripped at my top, still keeping my arms shackled together.
“Time for my own taste,”he told me before he lunged. His fangs flashing in the light overhead were my only warning before they plunged into my breast.
“AHH!” I screamed out at the first spark of pain when his bite latched on. As for Tal, he chose that moment to bite around my clit, rolling the bud between his teeth without breaking the skin. The pain of both soon rolled into pleasure the second Tal soothed the hurt. Doing so by sucking my clit in deeply before licking the flushed bud in a way that had my back bowing. Something that ended up pushing my breast further into Victor’s mouth, prompting him to suck harder. My nipple fully in his mouth, with his fangs latched on around it. I couldn’t help but see stars as I came, screaming. My first orgasm was so powerful, I swear I nearly passed out from it!
But this was when Tal wanted to pull his own from me, thrusting two digits up inside of me, at the same time biting the inside of my thigh. This time penetrating deep with his fangs as well as his thick fingers. Fingers he pumped in and out of me, doing so in time with each pull of blood he took from.
My head fell back against the counter and my neck arched as I felt it building once more. An uncontrollable force I couldn’t hope to withstand. Not that I didn’t want it, but instead I craved the fear of it. A fear that was only adding to the depravity of it all. The sinful, carnal act as they feasted on me, making me feel so consumed. So dirty, so corrupted. This wickedness they brought out in me…
It was fucking addictive!
I wanted to feel owned.
Wanted them to keep me as their sexual pet. It was a living fantasy I couldn’t even find in myself to feel ashamed of anymore. Not with what they could do to me. How they could play with me, tying me up in emotional knots and keeping me glued to their every touch.
I was lost.
And I never wanted to be found.
