He moved, grabbing my left thigh and slinging me over his lap with his inhuman strength. His cock was hard and straining against his black pants.
My breath hitched. “W-what are you doing?” I asked again, my question coming out way more ragged with the feel of him pressing against my pussy.
“Exactly what you want but keep denying yourself,” he said as he palmed my center, slipping two fingers inside me.
I groaned as I started riding his hand, my own hands resting on his shoulders as my head lolled back. His other hand lifted my shirt, my breasts falling out freely for him since I wasn’t wearing a bra.
He sucked one of my peaked nipples into his mouth before moving to the other one and I moaned, grinding against his fingers as they hit that perfect spot inside me.
I moved my hands down his chest, trying to get to his pants, my fingers trembling as I attempted to get them unbuttoned.
I kissed him hard, sucking his tongue, before they turned into rough kisses over teeth.
I–I wanted him. I needed him.
“Ah, ah,” he tsked as he pulled back, removing his fingers from me.
I whined from the lack of friction, from the feel of him inside me. He moved my hands back up his chest and to his shoulders, but I could feel his cock, just as needy as I felt. I started grinding against it.
“The first time you have me, have any of us, there will not be a single doubt in your pretty little mind,” he said as I started grinding faster against him, my orgasm bubbling so close.
He returned his fingers, hard and fast, matching my pace as I grinded against them.
“That’s it, take what you need, little monster,” he growled.
I cried out, and my pussy clamped down on his fingers as my orgasm exploded through me. Darkness clouded my vision for a moment as I gently rode his fingers through the last blissful waves of my climax.
He waited to remove them until my movements completely stopped and my breathing had settled. When he did, he shoved his fingers all the way into his mouth and sucked them clean.
The sight made a fresh wave of heat flood through me, and then I realized what I had just done. I quickly crawled off of him to get to my feet.
He handed me my pants. I took a few steps back, and Nox got out of the car, eyeing me as if I might faint or explode and he needed to be prepared for whichever one might happen. I couldn’t think of what to say, so I decided to ask more about what he had said in the car.
“What did you mean by have any of us? Why would you think I would want that?” I couldn’t think of anything better to say.
“Oh, Serina, the tension between every single one of us has been there from the moment you came into this house, and it’s only gotten worse with every day that you’ve stayed. Which begs the question… why did you stay? You could have left after you got your stitches out like Bastian said, but you stayed, for weeks now… I wonder why that is.”
“I-I feel safer here,” I argued, stumbling over my words.
He blew out a breath. “I’ll tell you what I think, little monster, I think you enjoy the company of a few Vampires more than you care to admit, and you're battling with your demons on whether you should stay…”
He had gotten so close that he began pressing into me while the large shelf dug into my back.
Nox gripped my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “…Or go.”
He stilled, and our eyes volleyed with one another’s. Doubt and untamed fire burned through me, and Nox scoffed and let me go.
“Let us know when you’re done battling your demons,” he said as he turned and headed for the door.
My eyes followed him as he left me in the silence of the truth I’d been trying so hard not to face. Damn him.
21
Serina
IhadactivelyavoidedThorne and Nox for the past three days. There was still no sign of Bastian, which only made me stir more in the confines of my room. I hadn’t left my room unless I absolutely had to.
I wanted to talk to Thorne and Nox, but anytime I worked up the nerve to go downstairs, I stopped myself. What the hell would I say anyway?
