But no. The dragon is right.
Feeding from her is heavenly, but I want more.
Releasing Maven’s neck, I lick up the last mouthwatering traces of blood from her neck before sliding my fingers down, dipping them below her pants and panties until I can feel how fucking soaked she is.
“Naen mahk,” I whisper in fae against her throat as my cock throbs.
Good girl.
Maven is still panting from the pleasure-feeding. Crypt moved to the end of the bed at some point to get a better view, and now his mouth curls up, his violet gaze wicked upon our keeper.
“What divine sounds she makes,” he whispers.
“Fucking perfect,” Everett agrees.
I can only nod, taking in the artwork of my keeper’s flushed face. There’s a large snake slithering beside us on the bed, but since no one else has noticed it, I decide it’s another trick of my mind as I continue to focus on Maven.
Crypt hums and moves closer to brush her hair from her face, his voice silken despite his markings lighting up continually. “Let us worship you again, love.”
Maven smiles. “As if I’d stop any of you.”
I smirk back at her, loving the sound of that. “Then perhaps we should bind you to this bed and worship you until dawn,ima sangfluir.”
Her smile fades slightly, and she shakes her head. “No bondage. It brings back memories.”
That’s all our sexually adventurous keeper needs to say for us to realize how traumatic thosememoriesmust be. Now I cannot stop remembering the glimpses that I got of her past within the dreams in Crypt’s memories. Bound to lab tables, chained in onyx cells, her wrists and ankles tied until they bled…
Everett tenses, swallowing hard. “Is that why you shut down when I was carrying you out of that combat zone, and I…”
Whatever his question is, he trails off, looking horrified.
Maven isn’t having it. “I just don’t want to be restrained. Don’t make a thing out of it. I’m still waiting to be worshipped,” she adds teasingly.
Everett moves quickly, scooting toward the middle of the bed and reaching to pull Maven away from me. She’s suddenly between his thighs, leaning back against him as he strips her shirt and bra off in one smooth movement before roughly cupping one of her tits as his other hand wraps lightly around her neck.
My blood blossom gasps and arches her back, enjoying the sensation as I watch, palming my hardness.
“So fucking beautiful,” Everett murmurs.
“And so fucking clothed. Why are my pants still on?” she asks us, arching a brow.
“You’re so fucking right,” Baelfire groans, moving until he’s between her legs. “Fuck, your scent is driving me crazy. I just need a taste, baby. One taste of that fucking perfect pussy. Godsdamn.”
As soon as he drags off the rest of her clothes and laps at her beautifully wet entrance, they both moan. My mouth goes dry as I watch, my heart pounding from the sheer beauty of Maven being pleasured.
Her moan is delectable as each one of us falls deeper under the spell her now-naked body is putting us under. Crypt scoots up the bed to play with Maven’s other tit as he gazes at the gorgeous sight of her undone and so godsdamned needy. I’m equally transfixed, drowning myself in the sight of my keeper alive and basking in the pleasure we were always meant to give her.
“Gods, you taste so fuckinggood,” Baelfire growls.
The feral dragon shifter grows more aggressive, groaning as he tries to press her thighs wider, desperate to lap up more of our keeper’s delicious wetness.
But Maven’s next cry is mingled with pain just as the scent of her ambrosian blood crashes into my nose.
“Decimus,” Crypt hisses, shoving the shifter off the bed with murder in his voice. “Too far.”
Bael is reeling as he gets to his feet and stares down, eyes widening in horror as he realizes what he just did. I move closer to see that in his fervor, he left claw marks on the insides of Maven’s thighs that are already starting to drip blood.
Our keeper is trying to catch her breath to reconcile the pain with the fading pleasure. When she tries to move her legs closed, I quickly nudge Baelfire aside and slip between them to stop her.
