Six years ago, the sight of my fangs made them flinch. Feeding them my blood terrified them.
Now, they drink from me like it’s salvation. They beg for more like it’s the only thing that will keep them alive.
And they don’t fear me piercing them with my fangs, either. They want it. I can see it in the way Elias tilts his head, baring the vulnerable line of his throat. In the way Callum’s blue eyes blaze with anticipation, his pulse fluttering wild beneath his skin. In the way Dante trembles, not from fear but from need, as if my bite would undo him in the best way.
They’ve come so far.We’vecome so far.
Hands are everywhere at once, tugging and pulling until the fabric of my dress gives way with a sharp rip. My dress splits down the middle, baring me to their hungry gazes before I’m turned and the offending material is pulled and tossed to the side of the bed.
Elias’s growl is low, vibrating against my skin as his eyes rake over me. The stormy blue darkens when he realizes I’m not wearing anything beneath. He leans in close, his breath hot at my ear. “Bad fucking girl. You aren’t allowed to walk around with no underwear unless it’s with the three of us beside you.”
A shiver runs through me, but I bare my fangs in a smile, fire flaring in my chest. “Well, you did tell me you’d all be at the office today.” I let my gaze drag deliberately over each of them, savoring the tension that’s driving higher. “But you never came in. That’s on you.”
Callum barks out a laugh, even as his hands skim up my thighs. A rumble sounds low in Dante's chest, his eyes molten ashe presses closer, clearly ready to make up for every second they left me waiting. His restraint shatters first.
A rough growl tears out of him as his hands clamp around my waist. “I can’t wait any longer to feel you,” he snarls, dragging me with him as he falls back onto the mattress.
Suddenly my thighs are spread and straddling him, his cock hot and heavy against my pussy. My breath hitches, his warm brown eyes blazing up at me, pupils blown wide with need.
I reach down to grip him and line him up, the blunt head sliding against my soaked entrance. The second I sink down onto him, we both moan–his sound raw and guttural, mine breathy and fragmented as he stretches me wide, filling me so deep it steals the air from my lungs.
His hands clutch at my hips, trembling and holding me down like he doesn’t trust himself to let me go. “Fuck, Briar,” he groans, head tipping back against the pillows. “You feel so perfect.”
Callum moves in, his large frame crowding my side. His mouth latches onto one breast, sucking hard as his tongue circles the peak, while his free hand finds the other, rolling and pinching until sparks race down my spine. My moans mix with Dante’s, his hips driving up in sharp thrusts that make my whole body jolt. His grip on my waist is bruising, using me as his anchor as he slams up into me over and over, filling me so deep I see stars.
The pressure builds too fast, too sharp. I bite my lip again, hard enough for blood to bloom across my tongue, and moan at the taste. My gaze snaps to Elias, who’s already at my other side, his cock thick and hard in his fist as he strokes himself to the rhythm of Dante’s thrusts.
“I want to taste you,” I pant, the words breaking on a moan.
Elias’s stormy blue eyes flare, a growl rumbling out of him as he fists a hand in my hair and rises to his knees, guiding his cockto my lips. The second my mouth wraps around him, my blood spilling across his skin, his groan shatters into something feral. His cock jerks against my tongue, and his grip tightens in my hair like he’s barely holding himself together.
His hand tightens in my hair, guiding my pace, but I moan around him, taking more, letting the vibration ripple through him.
At my other side, Callum is relentless. His mouth sucks hard at one nipple, his tongue flicking until I’m arching, while his other hand rolls and pinches the other peak. Then he drags his palm lower, sliding between my thighs to find my clit. His fingers circle and press, rubbing tight and fast, the exact way I like.
Dante’s grip on my hips only grows harsher, his large hands anchoring me as he slams up into me, each thrust deep enough to make me cry out around Elias’s cock. His groans rumble up from his chest, every driving thrust into me as desperate as the last.
I’m suspended between all three of them–Elias feeding me his cock, Callum playing my body like a favorite instrument under his hands and mouth, and Dante filling me so perfectly I can hardly breathe.
Elias’s hand tightens in my hair, his stormy eyes locking on mine as he thrusts deeper into my throat. The size of him makes me gag, tears springing to the corners of my eyes, but the feel of his cock filling me sends another rush of heat spiraling through me.
I love it. I love being claimed in every fucking way by these men.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls, voice deep and rough. His hips snap forward, hitting the back of my throat with his cock and pushing further in as his gaze holds mine. “Gagging on my cock, tears on your cheeks, still taking it all for me.”
The words alone nearly undo me. Paired with Callum’s tongue lavishing my nipples, his fingers circling ruthless pressure over my clit, and Dante’s relentless thrusts slamming up into me, I come apart.
The orgasm rips through me fast and hard, my cry muffled around Elias’s cock as my whole body clenches, pulsing tightly around Dante. My vision blurs, my thighs tremble, every nerve lit with fire as pleasure floods me, spilling over until I’m shaking in their hold.
My orgasm is still crashing through me when everything shifts in a blur of hands and heat. Callum’s strong arms sweep me up off of Dante, and before I can catch my breath, he’s standing at the edge of the bed and sliding into me with one sharp thrust.
“Fuck!” I cry out, the sound raw as my body clenches around him, still rippling from release. The sensation sparks white-hot, dragging me straight into another wave as his hips drive hard and fast, his bright blue eyes blazing down at me with hungry triumph.
Then I feel a cool slickness at my ass, fingers spreading the lube with practiced precision. My lips curve into a breathless smirk even as Callum pounds into me.
Elias. Of course.
He always acts like this part of me belongs only to him, and I let him, because when he claims me there, it’s never just about possession. He makes it feelgood. Every time.
