I scream between them, shaking as another orgasm rockets through me. My hands dig into Seven’s hair and Rorrick’s thigh as they both shower me with more pleasure than I’ve ever felt in my life there in Christian’s bed.
Christian.
I wish Christian was here. Then it would be perfect.
My face heats at the brazen thought but it only makes me gush harder around Rorrick’s cock and Seven’s lapping tongue.
My moan turns uncontrollable and in that moment, just in front of me, Christian appears as if by magic. He stumbles in, his eyes wide in surprise at the sudden teleportation my magic somehow organized. I don’t know how it happens, or how I’m able to do it in the first place, but it’s pretty fucking convenient.
It takes him only a split second to realize where he is, and even less time for his eyes to zero in first on Rorrick, then on Seven, and finally, me spread open between them both. Fire rises there in that gaze as he meets mine and holds. He doesn’tstop us. He doesn’t say anything. He just folds his arms lazily across his chest and watches with intent interest.
Rorrick jerks my head to the side and his fangs pierce my throat. With my lashes fluttering, a sting of pain shoots through me followed by the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. I cry out as he grinds his cock inside me, at the same time that Seven’s fangs pierce right above my clit and he sucks hard.
That’s it. That’s what it takes. I come completely undone, incoherent and a babbling mess as I melt down in between them. The pleasure is so high, I can’t determine where the orgasms begin and end as they roll together. Rorrick groans against my neck and he stops thrusting suddenly only to fill me with his own release, his cock warming me from the inside as it throbs. Weakness flickers through my body, reminding me that I’m still malnourished, still not at my best despite letting these two vampires feed from me yet again. I don’t care, though. My fingers slide sweetly through sevens thick hair as I hold him against me. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Christian comes around the bed as Seven sits back. Blood drips down his chin and the sexiest sated look is in his eyes. Rorrick doesn’t move from inside me, his hands on my hips holding me steady. When Chrisitan stops in front of me and leans down across the bed, I think he’s going to kiss me. My hooded eyes meet his as I wait for him to decide what he wants to do. A hairbreadth away from my lips, he stops, the fire in his eyes so bright, I don’t know how it’s not burning me alive to hold his gaze.
“Congratulations, Pretty Pet,” he whispers against my parted lips, making me yearn almost painfully to feel his mouth against mine. “You just got them killed.”
My fluttering lashes open but it’s too late.
He shoves off from the mattress, straightens to his lithe height, and storms from the room.
TWENTY-SIX
Rorrick
The four ofus smooth our clothes, pulling on our hunting shirts as we go. It’s a rush of us trying to feel normal in a situation that is the furthest thing from it. I hate to even leave the room after everything we just shared but I can’t stop time from continuing on. I never have been able to.
And so, despite the lingering touches and heated glances, we lead her from the safety of the bedroom and out into the dimly lit castle halls. Christian stands from where he was leaning within the shadows. His hands are casually in his pockets like he’s out for a Sunday stroll. He steps in without a word but I feel his rage radiating off of him.
His watchful attention appraises every inch of the emerald gown that’s fitted tightly across Crymson’s sinful body. He lingers with heavy attention on her. Before cutting to me with a narrowed, accusing look.
He knows.
I just don’t fucking care any more. If I die for caring about this girl, then all I have to say is, it’s about fucking time.
The four of us walk in silence. The only sound is Crymson’s heels clicking across the brick and the hard slamming of her heart against her delicate rib cage.
It’s a slow pace though. One none of us seems to acknowledge but all of us feel. We just fucked and now I’m marching her to her death.
My chest hurts with every step we take. It’s like my heavy, anxious thoughts hang in the air around us, pressing down with a weight that threatens to smother me out.
If only I were so lucky.
We trail through the bustling kitchen then, and the frantic nature of the room tells me the Thorn King has nearly arrived. Every move someone makes has me on edge. I hover over her from behind while Seven watches discreetly through thick, dark lashes, his gaze calculating every step the chefs make.
I don’t even know where they came from. The empty cabinets and counters Seven and I had searched earlier today, are now piled high with plates full of the one thing we would have killed for:Food.
Fresh fruitcakes and blood red cherry tarts are piled artistically onto golden plates: a strange presentation for the Thorn King that never happens otherwise. Where the hell was this shit this morning when we needed it? I wish it all smelled as good as they looked. The only delectable smell filling my existence is hers.
Her pretty eyes linger on the tarts and I swipe one off the counter without a thought. Her attention flicks to me fast and the sweetest smile kisses her lips. It’s so easy to make her happy it confuses me. All it takes is a snack to please this woman?
Fuck it. I grab the whole damn plate of food and no one says a fucking word about it. Her smiles grows a bit more and I’m tempted to just lay her out right on the table and feed her snacks and be her bitch boy for the rest of my fucking life.
Sounds delightful. Sign me the fuck up.
A vampire with a broom swishes by too quickly, and I step even closer to her slender frame. She looks back at me and my protective stance once more. When our eyes meet, the softest smile tilts her cherry-red lips all over again.
