And then I feel them. All three of them, all around me. Their shadows fall across me like a fly caught in a spider’s web.
It’s a shiver of unexplainable excitement that races through my body the moment Christian’s palm slides along the back of my neck, grips my long red curls, and slips my hair aside to reveal the slender length of my neck.
Cool lips hover against my ear as my lashes flutter.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Pretty Pet,” he whispers while his fingers tense against my throat, tilting my head back hard to look him in his piercing eyes. “Have you ever felt a pleasure so intense that you lose yourself in a life of lust? It becomes an addiction you’ll do anything to fill. From that day forward, you’ll crave me.Us. I don’t want that for you, Pet.” His hand falls away from me, and when he walks away, I feel like he just dropped me to the floor in a shattering array of emotions.
“I do.” My trembling lips don’t stop the words from coming out loud and clear. “I want it.”
His spine tenses with a hard line before he looks back at me with slitted, shining silver eyes. A fiery red ring threatens to overtake his gaze.
He’s hungry.
Very hungry.
“I don’t want someone using you up. You don’t deserve that.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip to stop myself from throwing in his face the fact that in about forty-eight hours, his father owns me.
And neither he nor I will have a say in the matter.
My lip trembles once more, and I have to look away from him. If I don’t, I’ll end up tackling him to the floor and screaming at him for bringing me to this fucking place to die and rot alone while they live their immortal lives as pretentious vampire royalty.
The breath I suck in is shaky and short. I feel them looking at me, but I can’t do anything more than breathe. Just breathe. Survive.
Again.
And again.
And again.
“I’ll do it.” It’s a gentle voice, his tone coming out so quietly, it barely cuts through the dead silence.
Seven’s steps are careful, assured. He’s so confident, it’s unnerving.
It’s a defiance in a way. He isn’t asking his prince’s permission. And I think... I think it’s because he knows exactly what I’m not saying: if one of them doesn’t do it, King Boris will. He’ll use me and abuse me, and I’ll never know anything more than that life of torment.
And Seven knows exactly how that feels.
I shift in Rorrick’s arms, but his grip on my hips never wavers. My dress is rumpled and messy, but it doesn’t stop Seven from gripping the hem. I have to turn to look back at him. A quiet smile pulls at one side of his lips. His hands slide down the thin material covering my thighs. He leans in and his bare chest presses to my back. Nimble fingers slip in underneath the hem to glide up the smooth length of my legs. Shivers race through me and straight down my core at the slow exploration of his hands.
His temple rests against my hair. I wait for him to push the long locks aside to expose my neck like Christian did.
Instead, he kneels behind me.
My body brushes against Rorrick, and it only puts pressure on my breasts as I lean into his solid chest. His lips graze my collarbone, and my attention feels frantic when I lock eyes with his hooded stare. Everything changes so fast. Rorrick’s legs spread wide, leaving me spread open for the man behind me. Then he kisses lightly along the base of my throat. He distracts me with gentle kisses... while Seven kisses the soft flesh at the back of my knee... the sensitive skin along the inside of my thigh... the lowest curve of my ass. My breath catches the moment his tongue sweeps out and laps up the edge of my panties. I lift for him even though tension lines my body, and my nails bite into Rorrick’s shoulders harder than before.
“Gentle,” Christian murmurs, and for a heady second, I think he’s talking to me, my hold on Rorrick lessening before I realize he isn’t talking to me at all...
Teeth sink into the inner part of my thigh, lips grazing along my pussy as he sucks harder and harder from behind.
“Fuck!” I cry out uncontrollably, but it isn’t from pain.
It isn’t pain at all.
Pleasure drowns over me like a wave taking me under, dragging me through the languid darkness of the ocean. It washes over my body, my legs, my pussy, my stomach, my nipples. Every single part of me is pulsing for more. Darkness spots my vision before taking over entirely. Flashes of the reality Seven gave me flicker through my thoughts. We’re on a beach. He’s fucking me with his hand, long fingers sliding hard over my clit. And then everything shatters again, and he’s pinning me there against the palm tree. He’s driving his cock into me so hard, he’s gripping my shoulder to soak every inch of his thickness deep in my cunt.
“Fuck, fuck, fucckkk,” I hiss out.
