Placing her right on my stomach, he sharply commanded, “Grab his cock.”
I saw the tension in her shoulders, the hesitation before she obeyed, but she never backed down from a challenge. Her hand wrapped around me, and a moan spilled from my lips before I could stop it. Thenhespoke. “Now, impale yourself on that pierced cock. I want to see you take it. I want to see your eyes roll back and your breath catch. I want the VIP seat, front row.”
Her wings moved, helping her hover over me, but her gaze flicked back to me. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yes.” The word came out too fast, too eager. She giggled, that wicked, sultry sound that always undid me.
Then, lifting her chin with defiant grace, she glared up at him and began to lower herself onto me. The movement was agonizingly slow.
The moment I slid into that slick heat, everything else blurred. Her tight, wet grip around me was ecstasy incarnate. I saw stars.
And judging by the garbled mess that escaped her throat when he barked, “Let it out,”she felt the same.
I ran a hand up her spine, tracing between her wings. She arched into it, her hips twitching, and I thrust up, nailing that spot inside her that always stole her voice. Silence bloomed until he slipped two fingers into her mouth.
She writhed against me, overwhelmed, and my vision went white as something in me snapped.
All thoughts left me as I gripped the base of her wings and fucked up into her like an animal. Raw, relentless, I was lost in the way she gripped me from the inside out.
Her words were still a mess, now stifled by his fingers, but the sounds, wet, wild, needy, only pushed me harder. I wanted more. I wanted it all.
“Feel those rounded jewels dragging inside you?” he asked darkly. “That sensation must be driving you to the edge, isn’t it, darling?”
She nodded, or tried to. Hard to tell with the way she bounced on my cock, her hand fisting his shirt as she gagged on his fingers.
“Shhh, that’s right. Choke on it, you little slut. You like being in control, but I think you’dlovelosing it, too. Should we test that?”
She didn’t answer. She just moaned, broken, desperate, as I kept hitting that spot inside her that made everything else disappear.
Her pussy clenched so tight around me I forgot how to breathe. She was close, I could feel it. The way her body trembled, how her garbled moans turned into breathless laughter, each “yes” becoming clearer, more desperate. My balls tightened, my breath hitched, and I groaned, “Oh fuck. I’m close, Ni. I’m so fucking close. Your pussy feels like heaven.”
Just when I thought we’d fall into oblivion together, she was ripped off of me. We both growled in protest as she landed on all fours above me, dazed and panting. I was about to lay her on the bed and remind this vampire who the hell he was messing with until her mouth opened in a silent scream and her entirebody shuddered. Her hair tumbled around her like wildfire as she trembled in his grip, completely wrecked.
Peering past her shoulder, I saw the vampire’s hand buried between her legs—three fingers shoved deep, moving with ruthless precision. His eyes were locked on her like she was a masterpiece, his obsession undeniable. Yet, somehow, while he was making her feel him, she kept her eyes onme.
I didn’t know whether to be furious or grateful.
“You like that,” he murmured, his voice laced with something darker, like retribution. It made my spine stiffen, but she was still moaning, still riding the edge, and I couldn't bring myself to tear it apart. Not yet.
Instead, an idea struck.
Grabbing her face, I pulled her attention back to me, those rose gold jeweled eyes dazed and shining with satisfaction. I couldn’t tarnish it, but I could deepen it. I dragged her mouth to mine and kissed her like she belonged to me.
Since the day she saved my sister from slavery, and I swore my life to her, I’d wanted something like this, something intimate. Raw. Real. But Aniyah Glovefox wasn’t built for soft. She was the Syndicate’s flower—beautiful, deadly, and untouchable.
When our arrangement turned sexual that drunken night two years ago, I thought maybe I’d finally get it all. But even drunk, she laid out the rules: no overnights, no intimacy, no kissing.
And for two years, I obeyed.
But not now…. Seeing her flushed and undone, watching her fall apart while someone else’s hands were on her, somethingsnapped. When our lips met, her fingers clawed the sheets and she moaned, “Oh, Van.” This time, she kissed me back, hard.
It was desperate. It was everything. Stroke for stroke, we gave in until she screamed into my mouth, her orgasm ripping through her. I drank it down like it was mine. I was staking my claim, and I owned that scream.
Every nerve ending was on fire. I was barely holding on when the vampire yanked her upright, his fingers still working her through the aftershocks. She looked like a dream. Tits out, thighs trembling, pussy dripping, and eyes glazed with pleasure.
Fisting my cock, I growled and came hard, spilling myself all over her chest. My mark, my release, my claim. I no longer cared that this vampire was a part of it.
He let her go, and she collapsed beside me, breathless and smiling like someone had just dropped a five-carat diamond in her lap.
