A rush of pride sweeps through me at the sight of the claim of my initial on his body.
He’s mine.
My thumbs sweep back and forth across the hard veering lines that disappear beneath his black pants. And just there is a deep healing wound, pink with a freshness that hurts to look at. I lean into him even more, and the smooth muscles of his abs jump beneath my palms as I press a slow kiss to the jagged scar there.
I lean forward even more and kiss slow open-mouthed kisses down the hard lines of his body. Seven’s fingers splay across my curves as my ass lifts higher, and my head dips lower. The smooth button at the top of Rorrick’s pants is pushed aside. A bulge presses beneath my palm as I feel him growing impatient despite how controlled he always seems. I tease him through the thin material, pushing across the thickness of his shaft before skimming over the head of his cock. A slight dampness forms against the black cloth, and my sex throbs at the thought of it.
When his fingers push through my hair, I lower for him. The fabric separating us is pushed down, and when the head of his cock bobs free, I can’t help the surprised sigh that slips from my lips. Veins pulse across his shaft, his size throbbing even larger when my lips graze the very tip.
I pause only for a second at the impossible size of him. I grip him lightly, but my fingers don’t even come close to meeting when I stroke down his thickness ever so slowly.
I swallow only once, and I know I won’t be able to take all of it, but I want him even more now like I have something to prove to the watchful Blood Prince. I have him in the palm of my hand now. My lips part, my tongue swirling over the drop of wetness at his tip before sliding down as far as I can. When he hits the back of my throat, a hissing groan rumbles through his chest, the rough sound pulsing through my sex and straight to my clit.
Rough fabric pushes up over my thighs and hips, inch by inch exposing more and more of myself until nothing at all covers my sex from the hot evening air. With my knees on the moving vines of our chair, I’m straddling him and he’s taking full advantage of how far forward I’m leaning into Rorrick.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Crymson,” Seven whispers, his words fanning across my curves as his long fingers dig into the very lowest part of my ass, spreading me open for him and sending a spiral of energy all through my core. “Fuck, you smell good.”
And then sharp teeth graze over sensitive skin before the flat of his tongue slides fully across my sex.
An uncontrollable sound hums through me and around Rorrick’s cock before he shoves the back of my head down even more, gagging me and making me crazy all at the same time. When I slide down his length once more, and he shoves down hard again, tears stream down my face, and I greedily milk the base of his shaft with my hand to make up for what my mouth can’t have.
“Fucckk.” His curse bites through the air, fading away the violent sounds of screams and growls. All I feel is them. All I hear is them. They’re all that I want too. And I didn’t even realize it until I had them.
Something slithers down my arms, wrapping round and round. They pull tight, and my arms are flung backward. A gasp rips from my throat as I’m pulled suddenly away from Rorrick but still seated across Seven. With my arms pulled wide at both sides, I’m strung up like a cross but still mostly seated across Seven’s lap. Fear stings up my throat, and I look around for only a second. By just my wrists, I hang forward, suspended between Seven and Rorrick, long, weaving vines holding my weight where I’m leaned out into thin air.
It’s a magic that’s woven into nature. And that sure as hell can’t be a vampire’s magic. My hooded eyes narrow on the Blood Prince.
Christian stands suddenly at my side, appearing as if from thin air. Those inky veins crawl out from the blood-red darkness in his eyes again. He looks down on me with a sinister smile. With one long finger, he trails down the length of the vine that he somehow created. His fingers toy with mine.
When he speaks, his voice is heady but commanding.
“Don’t stop, Pretty Pet.”
A charming, slashing smile widens his lips, making terror churn through me at the thought of taking my eyes off of someone as deadly as he is crazy. With damp tears still staining my cheeks, I hold his gaze. I try to calculate if I can trust this man or not. Deep down, I know he can protect me from anyone.
Except himself.
It’s a wild, psychotic sensation to want someone and fear them all at the same time.
The sweep of Seven’s thumb slipping over my sex has me blinking away all the terror inside myself. He circles my opening before sliding up my wetness and pushing hard over my clit. A gasp tears from my lips for a single second before Rorrick’s palm presses firmly to the back of my head, and I part my mouth for his thickness all over again.
Seven’s lips kiss higher up, his teeth nipping along the soft curve of my ass before his tongue follows. One palm presses to the small of my back as he bends me over even more, my ass fully angled up for him. Anticipation rocks through me while he languidly circles my clit with a light, teasing touch. Warm breath kisses sensitive skin, his lips teasing along my curves. Slowly, he dips two fingers into my pussy while his tongue circles my other opening. His fingers curve against a spot deep inside me while his mouth devours me in a way that no one ever has. My hips rock against his every move, but it’s like he knows what I want even more than I do. Everything rises quickly. Pleasure shakes through me with too much energy from too many places. It’s sensation overload.
Seven is the quietest, gentlest man I’ve ever met. And all that shy respectfulness is just a mask to hide the fact that he’s a Fucking. Sex. God.
When his tongue circles deeply and his fingers rock into me just right, I cry out around Rorrick’s cock. Wetness drips down my thighs and a rumbling amusement hums against me from behind.
“That’s it. Soak down my hand for me like a good girl, Crymson.” Seven’s fingers keep working me long after my orgasm shatters through me. The waves never seem to stop. And neither does he. I’m trembling against the vines that hold me, shaking nature all around us. Rorrick’s gripping my hair and pumping into me faster now. His groans become vicious, and everything about the three of us together just makes the nerves firing through me feel more and more uncontrollable.
A stinging slap snaps across the curve of my ass, and I buck from the startling pain of it slashing out among so much pleasure. The surprised scream in my throat is a muffled sound that barely registers before Rorrick curses under his breath and hot liquid slides across my tongue. He holds my head steady,his length fucking my mouth slowly while he gives me every last drop.
He pulls me by the hair, and then his mouth slams to mine before I’ve even swallowed. His tongue sweeps over mine, consuming every moan Seven gives me. On a gentler kiss, he pulls back almost reluctantly. When my blurry eyes look up at him, my lashes are damp, the tears against my cheeks feeling dry and disastrous.
Big thumbs swipe away the dampness there before sliding over the corner of my mouth as well.
“You’re the sexiest fuckin’ woman I’ve ever seen.” The way he searches my face feels awestruck and worshiping.
The tone he speaks in is sated and rumbling. Sexy and alluring.
