Page 112 of Blood Lies


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And then he thrusts forward in one long, claiming stroke.

Callum’s cum has me dripping and ready, allowing Dante’s cock to fill me to the hilt with ease despite his girth. The stretch is instant, overwhelming, and I cry out into his mouth as my walls clench around him, pulling him deeper.

Dante moans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my lips. “Briar,” he breathes, voice shaking with raw need. “I’ll never get over the feel of your body wrapped around me.”

Dante and Elias find their rhythm together, thrusting into me from opposite ends until my body feels like it’s nothing but nerves and heat. Dante’s hand slides up, long fingers wrapping lightly around my throat in a possessive grip, reminding me who is in charge right now. His warm brown eyes burn into mine before he looks over my shoulder at Elias.

A whimper falls from me before he even opens his mouth. I know what that look means. The side of Dante that is filthy and demanding is about to burst through his buttoned-up, commanding and quiet presence he carries around every other second.

“You know what our transition will mean?” Dante growls, his hips slamming up into me hard and I let out a moan.

Elias’s chest rumbles against my back, his voice a dark whisper at my ear. “No more freedom to cum inside her without the chance of getting her pregnant.”

Holy shit.

Are they really taking this there?

Both of their cocks twitch inside me at his words, the reaction so visceral it makes me gasp. It seems they are both turned on by the idea. We’ve never discussed children, too busy being focused on finding ourselves and what our future is, but I can’t lie to myself. A part of me is already whimpering inside at the slight breeding kink on display.

Dante smirks up at me, his thrusts even harder, deliberately punctuating his words. “Exactly. Do you think we’ll stop, Elias?”

The idea that theywouldn’tstop, that they’d take every risk just to fill me, sends me spiraling. My walls clench violently around them both, and I whimper, shaking as pleasure surges hot and wild.

Elias’s teeth scrape against my neck, his voice breaking into a groan as he jerks his hips forward. “I think I’m going to fill her up more than ever. What about you?”

Dante grunts as my pussy squeezes him tight. “I’m going to cum inside her and shove every last drop back in when it leaks out.”

The raw promise drags my release from me. My cry breaks, strangled, as the orgasm tears through me. Every muscle seizes,clamping down on both of them until they’re swearing and groaning into my skin.

“I’m going to come in your ass, darling,” Elias rasps, his pace turning frantic.

Dante drops his hand from my throat and presses his own to my mouth, offering himself without hesitation even as he pounds into me. My fangs drop and I sink them deep, his blood flooding my mouth, intoxicating and rich as it sends my orgasm even higher.

Bliss suspends me, weightless, every nerve alive with the euphoria of release, of blood, and of love.

When the haze finally loosens its grip, I’m trembling, fangs still bared. Warm blood drips down my lips, spilling down my chin and trailing over my breast. My body quivers as the bliss ebbs, every muscle still fluttering.

Elias and Dante groan in tandem as they both ease out, their releases leaking hot between my thighs. Strong arms guide me back against the mattress, but I twist in their hold until I face Elias. His stormy eyes are wild as he looks up at me, his chest heaving as if he can’t catch his breath.

An overwhelming need to stake my claim on them, as they’ve done to me, consumes me.

I need them all. Forever.

“You’re the last one,” I whisper, an edge of fear in thinking maybe he might change his mind. “The last I need to bite.”

His brows arch, cocky even after giving all of his energy to fucking me. A smirk curves his lips. “Saved the best for last, I see.”

At my side, Callum lets out a bark of laughter, his arm slung over his eyes as he recovers, chest still shuddering with aftershocks and transitioning. “It’s actually the worst for last. She wanted to turn me first.”

My own laughter fills the space alongside him, hoarse but warm, my body still humming as I look back at Elias.

The smirk fades from Elias’s lips as quickly as it came. His stormy eyes soften, the pride and arrogance giving way to something deeper–something that bares his soul in a way words never could. He reaches for me, fingers tilting my chin up with surprising gentleness, and pulls me into a kiss.

It isn’t hungry, not at first. It’s sweet and lingering, the kind of kiss that is filled with everything we’ve survived and everything we’ve promised. When he finally pulls back, his forehead resting against mine, his whisper brushes my lips.

“Forever.”

My chest aches with the word, tears threatening to surge forth, but Elias doesn’t give me time to speak. He tugs me down with him, baring his neck to me and offering himself fully.

I lower my mouth to his throat, feeling the steady pulse flutter beneath my lips. He doesn’t flinch or pull back as my fangs pierce his skin. His blood spills hot and heady over my tongue. My venom surges into him, binding him to me, to our family, toforever. His groan rumbles deep in his chest, vibrating against my lips as he clutches me closer, holding me through the claiming.

When I finally pull back, his blood is slick on my lips, and I’m panting, lightheaded with the rush of it all. My gaze flicks lower and passes over the heap of their limbs. I can’t help but laugh breathlessly.

All three of them are already hardening again, cocks thick and eager despite just having found their release.

“You lot are insatiable,” I murmur, shaking my head as warmth curls low in my stomach all over again.

Callum chuckles low in his chest, tugging me closer until I’m nestled against him, his bright blue eyes softened into something tender even as hunger lingers beneath. Dante pressesa lingering kiss to my temple, his warm brown gaze shining with devotion. Elias brushes a smear of blood from my chin with his thumb, his stormy eyes blazing with love and fierce promise.

Lying there, held by all three of them, I begin to realize that even forever will never be long enough.