Bal’s indifference was even worse. I had no idea why I wanted both of them so much, but I did. Annoyingly, since the attack, Bal only stared at me from the doorway before he prowled away into the shadows of his castle. I was so confused by the juxtaposition of his hungry glares and cold expression. Perhaps he thought the attack was my fault? Or maybe he was as drawn to me as I was to him, and it annoyed him? I shook my head. Bal didn’t need some human ex-blood slave. No. It had to be Shane he searched for. Not me.
I sighed and tipped my head back to glare at the ceiling. I haven’t had sex in so long. And, though I’d never really enjoyed it or had a lover want to please me, I knew it would be different with them. They were both experienced, absolutely stunning, and so damned…raw.
Throbbing and needing release, I walked over to the bed, anticipation making my breath hitch. I’d get myself to orgasm while I thought about Shane’s cock in my mouth and Bal’s in my pussy. My cheeks flushed, but even thinking those words to myself felt liberating. I wasn’t held back by propriety or the opinions of others anymore. If I wanted to swear or use dirty words, I could, and no one would judge, least of all Shane or Bal. They’d probably chuckle at me in that sexy way they both had, and congratulate me for breaking down one of the ingrained rules I lived by.
I stretched out on the bed, the satin sheet cool against my flushed skin. Biting my bottom lip, I ran my hands over my breasts, cupping them and rolling my nipples firmly, tugging on them hard enough to make me gasp. I wished it were Bal who was causing those little shocks of pain through my hardenednubs. He was more refined and controlled than Shane, but I had a feeling that, in bed, he would lose that cool and be as animalistic and passionate as my imagination allowed.
I moaned. His mouth would be on one nipple while Shane rolled the other between his strong, calloused fingers. The scrape of Bal’s wicked fangs would be amazing...
I kept one hand rolling and massaging my breast, the other I trailed down over my stomach, imagining Shane’s large hand moving firmly over my curves. He’d hold my wrists with the other while Bal demanded that I spread my legs wide for them both so they could play with my clit and sink their fingers inside me. Together.
My face flamed, my heart racing as dampness leaked between my legs. I could smell my arousal in the air. I wanted them both so badly; their attention fixed on me, torturing me with pleasure. Another moan slipped from my lips. They'd leave me a hot and desperate mess, tying my hands to the bedhead and commanding that I didn’t move, while they touched and kissed roughly, fighting for dominance. My fingers trailed over my hip and across to the top of my slit as I played that X-rated movie in my mind. I split my legs wider and slid my fingertips over my sensitive bud, whimpering at the pleasure.
A hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, holding me hard and yanking me from my sexy daydream. I squealed and tried to sit up, but with my fingers fixed between my legs and the Count looming over me, it was impossible.
“What are you doing?” I managed to whisper, too shocked by his appearance to do anything but stare up at him. The light from my bedside lamp cast only a gentle glow, giving the shadows that contoured his beautiful face sinister life.
He inhaled deeply. “That scent. It’s heavenly. I had my nose so close to that pretty pussy that I will never forget how sweet you smell when you’re turned on. I was just going about mynormal business when you called me here with it. I can’t ignore that infuriatingly addictive scent, little one, no matter how much my conscience tells me to.”
My chest heaved, and my whole body heated in embarrassment, or maybe desire. He’d scented the slickness that dampened my thighs, and come here? Did he want me, too, or was this just another chance to humiliate me? No matter how often I played my sexy movie in my head, my heart couldn’t stand another bashing from him. “Let go.”
“Not a chance.” His eyes were blood red, his gaze scorching as he dragged it over my naked body. “You’re far too enticing. Pleasuring yourself was a dangerous move when you know how easily vampires can scent arousal.” His fingers squeezed a little tighter, his free hand trailing a light path over my cheek and jaw and down my neck. I shivered, making a small keening noise as he circled my nipple with a sharp fingernail. It left red, trailing circles around my swollen bud. I gasped when he tweaked it.
“Tell me what you were thinking about, and I might let you come.”
I froze, my face flaming.
“Tell me, little one, be a good girl, or I’ll bring you to the edge, over and over and then compel you not to come, or play with this pretty pussy until I allow it. And I won’t allow it—until you tell me the truth.”
Wickedness glinted in his eyes. There was no doubt he’d follow through on his threat. Part of me wanted to comply, to be his good girl and do what he said, but the other part of me wanted to hide, to shut down any feelings before he had a chance to hurt me again.
“But why are you here? You don’t even like me…” I tried to move, mortified when I felt my eyes burn. I’d fallen harder than I should have for this dangerous yet beautiful vampire, but he didn’t want me, not really. He’d rescued me to prove howpowerful he was to Nicolai, not because he cared. I blinked hard. All the feelings I’d grown would end in heartbreak for me, of that there was no doubt. And letting him play with my body as well as my feelings would only make things worse.
“I don’t need to like someone to fuck them, Sor.”
And there it was. My stomach clenched, and I hit his hand, trying to dislodge his hold on me. Fury made me struggle hard even as a stray angry tear escaped and rolled down my cheek, leaving a cool trail on my burning skin.
“Get off me. Now.”
I’d suffered through humiliation before, but never like this. I didn’t know what it was about the Count that made me lose all sense. I kept hoping that he’d show me some respect, and then he did, for a moment, right before he destroyed another piece of my self-worth.
“No, little one. You misunderstand me.” His hand tightened on my wrist, making my fingers glide over my clit. And, as much as I wanted to pretend I didn’t want his unwavering attention, I did. I gave a small frustrated growl as pleasure and hurt coalesced. His free hand left my breasts and curled around my throat. He tilted my chin with his thumb. “Look at me.”
I did. Unable to hide my raging emotions. I hated him, almost as much as I wanted him. Except, I didn’t hate him, not really. It just hurt so badly when he made me feel like less. I wasn’t good enough. I knew that. He’d made it clear on more than one occasion…
“Stop spiralling, Sor. You didn’t give me a chance to finish what I was saying. I don’t have to like someone to fuck them, but I do like you. Very much.” His voice dropped lower, and his hand encouraged mine to move on my slick flesh. “But this pussy isn't yours to play with. It’s mine. And when I allow it, Shane’s…”
“Oh gods…”
After my history with being owned, the possession in his voice was something I should fight, but for reasons I couldn’t process right then, I didn’t want to. All I wanted was for it to be true.
“Not the gods, sweet Sorcha, me. And you’ll call my name when you come.”
He moved in a blur. Before I knew it, he’d grasped my calves and pulled me down the bed so my legs were hanging off the end. With a sinful smirk, he dropped to his knees and hoisted my legs over his shoulders. He tilted his face forward, holding my hips still as he dragged his nose up my slick centre, covering himself in my juices. A growl rumbled from his chest. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this, even if you would rather it was Shane’s mouth between your legs.”
And before I could say another word, he dove in. I held onto his soft, shiny hair, pulling it and wrapping it around my fists as he slid his tongue from my entrance to my swollen bud. He groaned.
“Damn, I’ve never tasted anything as good.” He glanced up, giving me a sexy smile. “This isn’t going to be quick.”
