The sadist’s pierced brows shot up in surprise but made no move to stop him—and if the steam of the shower wasn’t messing with my vision, Eros bit his lower lip as he watched the fae’s meaty fingers fumble at his beltline, a hairsbreadth away from his cock.
My heart rammed against my rib cage when he stomped into the flow of the shower with the belt dangling ominously from his clenched fist.
What was he doing? Challenging Sterling? Maybe we needed to re-home Deathwish’s nickname because Vincent was going to end up in pieces if he wasn’t careful. Then, maybe he would have to use his father’s blood.
My mind fractured under the weight of a thousand possibilities as my brutal fae ate up the distance between us in a single breath, his dark masculinity pressing in. Sterling didn’t waiver or even twitch.
Every muscle in the ancient vampire's body hardened like marble as he prepared for whatever the hybrid threw at him. I wasn’t the only one thinking Vin was about to break his promise.
So Vincent’s next words came as a huge plot twist. “I’ll hold her open for you, brother.”
I breathed out a sigh and relaxed in Sterling’s grip. Vin wasn’t challenging Ster or breaking his promise of being the second to breed me. In so few words, my Dark Knight was giving my Silver Prince his blessing.
Chapter thirty-eight
To Breed A Princess
Bothofthesemenradiated a primal hunger that called to that dark part of me, making me writhe and groan with impatience. “I need cock. Now!”
“Bad time to be bratty, Little Doll,” Eros commentated in a rough voice as he slowly started to fist his cock. “If you two need her mouth filled, I’ll be happy to fill that hole.”
With the sound of a zipper, I knew Corry had followed suit and now had his own hunger in hand.
My chest tightened. My thighs clenched, and I snarled a moan when one of Sterling’s hands left my ass to wedge between my legs. He sunk a diabolical finger into my heat, his eyes burning, setting me afire. “Careful what you wish for, Miss Baxter. I’ve been waiting for this for much too long. Don’t make the mistake of overestimating my self-control when it comes to my cock and your womb.”
His disposition turned decadently sinful as he gave Vincent the go-ahead with the dip of his chin, withdrawing his finger from me. “Keep her still.”
Vincent’s arms encircled me, pinching my wrists together in one hand while the other quickly looped the belt around them. I’d seen this move before when Eros and Vincent had shared me in my father’s tomb. Sure enough, he took my arms and guided them up over my head to loop around his neck with the heels of my forearms resting against the pleasing swell of his neck muscles.
I swallowed a cry when his arms swooped between my legs and lifted me up, spreading me wide open for the eldest prince's full access.
Hungry breaths barreled out of me as I watched the ancient vampire grip the base of his cock and give it a stroke. Pearls of cum dripped from him like an obscene promise of what was to come.
He stepped forward, bringing our soaking torsos flush. My nipples hardened, despite the heat of the shower, scraping over his chest and his ravaged crucifix tattoo.
God fucking dammit. I needed the relief his dick would bring me. I needed it now before I fucking broke. My head fell back on Vincent’s bicep, and my eyes locked with his.
“Make him go faster. I can’t take this bloodyteasing.”
The edges of my larger mate curved into a smirk. “Like I can make the priest do shit he doesn’t want to. The only one who sways him to do anything these days is you, Princess. He can’t resist you or your pretty little lips. That goes for both pairs.”
Vin’s mouth moved to my temple, and his fangs scraped against mine in a feral, lustful kiss. “Beg the priest for his cock. Beg him to breed you and he won’t be able to resist.”
A fevered heat settled over my skin as I dropped my attention back to the oldest Knight Prince. “Please. Breed me.”
Sterling fitted himself against me, and with a nudge of his hips, he slowly sheathed himself inside, feeding me his throbbing cock one inch at a time.
I bore down on my walls, gripping him as he filled me, knocking a pleasure-laced groan from his lips.
“How’s she feel, Ster?” Corry rasped from the other end of the bathroom.
“Mercy God.” Sterling’s head dropped to my shoulder, and his hot breath spilled down my breasts. “Tight. Hot. Utter perfection.”
His eyes bled from ghost white to an enticing pale red. The rhythm of his hips picked up. I tried to wiggle closer in an attempt for more friction, but as I bucked against Vincent, his fingers bit harder into the undersides of my thighs.
His cock twitched against my ass cheeks with my struggles. “Keep fighting me, and I’ll be begging Ster to let me fuck this tight little ass of yours.”
Before I could voice my enthusiasm, Sterling moaned against my throat, “Fucking do it. She’ll be tighter. At this rate, if she keeps milking me like this I just might give her two loads.Christ.”
