But the voice he sends through my head sounds like rushing whispers.
Can I make you feel good?
Seven stops. He holds me lightly, but both men wait for me to catch my jagged breath.
Except I don’t want to catch my breath. I want to feel every amazing thing they can give me. Before it’s too late for me to have something like this ever again.
I nod, my messy hair falling into my eyes. His big hand sweeps my hair back, and he steps closer to me.
“Lean back,” he whispers like a secret.
I look to Christian. He stands just a few yards away, but the moment I meet his gaze, the vines around my sore wrists shift, lowering me back until I’m leaning more comfortably against Seven’s chest.
From this angle, Rorrick looks larger than life. That I-could-crush-you-with-my-bare-hands vibe is alive and well within him, and I suddenly want to know what it’d feel like for this sexy man to crush me beneath him in the best way possible.
The waist of his pants hangs open low on his hips. The tip of his dick still glistens, and his taste still lingers on my tongue. My thighs shift, wanting him to stretch me and use me all over again.
With his hand still in my hair, he pushes the thick, messy locks aside, revealing my neck.
“Can I taste you?” he asks as he presses a chaste kiss to the side of my throat. The sharp points of his teeth scratch faintly over my skin.
Realization slams into me.
“Oh—”
He pulls back immediately likeconsentis the only word in the vampire dictionary.
“Yes. I mean—yes. I just thought...” My words fall away, but my attention dips down to the enormous cock that’s still out and patiently waiting to completely wreck my insides.
A slow, sensuous smirk pulls at his lips.
“Darlin’, I asked if you wanted me to make you feel good, not kill you.” His rumbling laughter skims across my skin. “I already ruined your makeup. I can’ fuck you without ruining your fragile, sexy body too.” His attention slips just behind me for only a moment. And then big hands are gripping my hips. “Let us make you feel good.” Those dark promising words kiss across my neck as he finds my hips, his hands crossing over Seven’s.
Both of them lift me slowly. Smooth skin slides over my sex. The feel of Seven’s hardness fully against me has me shivering in his arms.
My lashes flutter, and when I turn my head, Seven’s chest melds to my back, his arms wrapping all the way around my torso. He holds me and watches me with golden eyes that shine in the moonlight. A hint of red circles the amber, but it isn’t like before. He isn’t hungry... not for blood anyway.
He’s gentle, patient, so damn patient with me. His lips brush lightly against mine in the most tender kiss I’ve ever felt in my life. I shiver at the hint of his calming affection.
“Take your time, Cryms.” He parts my lips with a sweep of his tongue, and I lower myself down as I get lost in his kiss.
I taste his rumbling groan as my slickness slides down his shaft. He stretches me slowly. The ache deep inside builds all over again. He feels so fucking good.
Sharp teeth scrape my skin, and through fluttering lashes, I meet Christian’s primal stare. A sharpness breaks my skin with shuddering energy coiling all through my body all over again. A withering gasp trembles through me, and still I hold the glinting silver eyes that study me from the shadows. He watches every rocking move of my hips, every bowing arch of my back, every single quivering moan from my lips.
And I’ve never felt so wet and pent-up in my entire life.
The air is sparking with energy. As Rorricktakesfrom me, Sevengives. His hands on my body dip down to feel how wet I am for him, his fingers circling slow and firm against my clit while he works my pussy with every slow thrust of his cock.
Rorrick’s big hand clasps around my throat, angling me just right as hot blood streams over my breasts. A cold palm slides over my collar bone and beneath my dress, wiping up the mess and teasing my nipples before Seven’s bloody fingers lift to wipe over his lips, his hooded eyes watching me watch Christian.
A fullness presses within me. I’m stretched and then stretched even more. My gasping moan turns jagged, and my lashes flutter to keep open as Seven fills me up impossibly more.
His forgotten confession in the bedroom slams through my mind. And then I realize he’s growing inside of me. I can’t catch my breath as his thickness sinks into me tortuously slow. He gives me every inch and even more until there’s no more for him to take.
“You take me like such a good girl,” he praises on a cutting groan against my neck.
Rorrick growls, rumbling his pleasure across my throat before sucking even harder, spiraling clashing colors and vibrant energy all through my core.
