It tookonly minutes to stream back to the castle. Not even the guards could track my movements as I rushed past them and up to my room. Dav was the only one with vision capable of seeing me, though the blast of air that ruffled their hair and clothes told Vito and Elliot where I was. Not sparing a thought for their muttered curses, I stopped before the closed bedroom door, my chest heaving, not from exertion but from lust.
Even though seducing Shane and Sor was necessary for my future—for everyone’s future, my heart raced, my cock hard in the confines of my trousers. Their combined scents were messing with my head, unlocking a part of me that I fought to control. They didn’t realise it, but none of us could afford for me to release the darker side of my soul.
I let their feet touch the ground, and Shane opened the door before I herded them into the familiar space. We stood, a few feet of space between us all. Sor’s chest heaved, a pretty flushilluminating her skin. Her beauty always stole my breath; it had from the first moment I’d seen her in the clutches of my enemy. As soon as her gaze pierced mine, she’d awoken something in me that had been dormant for centuries. My stomach twisted, and my erection waned a little. Guilt wasn’t an emotion I entertained, but with the knowledge of what I ultimately needed to do, it was fast becoming a familiar one.
She blinked her cat-like eyes as she stared at me.
Shane was a formidable presence, yet he was utterly still. A predator waiting to be unleashed. The fact that he was waiting for my permission to move had my dick flaring back to life and throbbing. His attention dropped down my body, his breath shaky as it travelled back up to my face.
Waiting. They were waiting for me to move.
I met his gaze before moving mine to capture Sor’s. “I do not concede control, not in any aspect of my life, and especially not in the bedroom. You will do as I say, or you will be punished.”
I smirked a bit at Sor’s sharp intake of breath, but I was looking at Shane. He was used to me giving him instructions. In all the nights I’d helped him through bloodlust, I’d been the one in control. That wouldn’t change. I hadn’t let him put his hands on me, and I’d never kissed him. My heart missed a beat. Perhaps it was time to change that.
The heat in the room spiked, and a bead of sweat trickled down my hairline. Fuck, they were both so gorgeous, and I was an utter shit for doing this, but it had to be done. It wasn’t just the survival of my race that was on the line. Everyone would suffer if the Mades took control of the Blood Throne. Those thoughts were destructive, so I shoved them away. My long life had been one of manipulating those around me, of loneliness and duty to my kind. So I’d learnt to grab pleasure where it could be found: in hearing the symphony of early morning bird song,or the beauty of a full moon set among a sea of stars…or the pleasures of the flesh.
My eyes narrowed on my prey.
A shiver rippled through Sor as I raked my gaze over her pale, waist-length hair, taking in her stunning, ethereal features. My attention snagged on her pink, bow-shaped lips. I wanted to taste her, to kiss her as Shane had. Her throat bobbed as my nostrils flared, and those beautiful lips opened on a shaky breath. My sensitive ears picked up the blood rushing harder through her veins. It was a sound that accompanied my every breath. I could hear the heartbeats of every living creature around me. I learnt long ago to block out the cacophony of life and only hone in on necessary sounds. Even so, hearing hers and Shane’s heartbeats drum faster under my attention had me grasping tightly onto every bit of my restraint.
My attention grazed over Sor’s heaving chest and down the slender length of her jean-clad legs and boots. Fuck, I needed to see her naked, to see her beauty unwrapped. That fucker Nicolai hadn’t understood the prize he’d held. Sor deserved to be worshipped. I hid a smile. And she would be—by me and Shane. My cock jumped, swelling painfully at the thought of directing Shane to pleasure Sor while I watched. I wondered if, other than the orgasms Shane and I had given her, Sor had ever been the centre of attention, in a good way, for any of the fuckers who’d used her. I’d wager my considerable fortune that she hadn’t.
“I will not hurt either of you with the intention of damaging you. Any pain you endure while we fuck will be—or will become, pleasurable.”
“Traffic lights or safe words?”
I dragged my gaze from Sor’s flushed face to Shane’s. His blue eyes glinted, his lids half-closed, and his fists bunched at his sides. I dipped my chin. “Not needed. Stop means stop.Otherwise, we are good to lick, suck, and fuck however we please.”
I glanced at Sor. She dragged her bottom lip between her blunt white teeth, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed, but she nodded.
“Like Shane said, little bird, use words.”
“Yes.”
“Shane?”
“Yes.”
I gave him a toothy predatory grin. “Yes, what?”
Take. Fuck. Feed.
Shit. I needed to lock down my need to own this male. He was so fucking beautiful. So wild. But I couldn’t let my possessive vampire instincts reign. I needed to leash the beast, like I had while getting him through bloodlust. I hid my scoff. I was teetering on the edge of restraint, and I knew it. They didn’t need to know that, though. I slipped a firm hand around the back of his neck and squeezed. A warning.
His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. Part of me wanted him to act out and refuse. My balls tightened at the thought of delivering his punishment with Sorcha by my side. I could already scent the sweetness of her arousal, and it only got more overpowering as I stared at Shane, one brow raised and his furious glare on me.
“Yes…Master.”
I grinned wider. We’d come to an arrangement that in the bedroom, he’d address me as Master or Sir. Granted, it had taken several delayed orgasms to reach that mutual understanding. But the dark part of me had pushed because I knew how difficult it was for him to extend that amount of trust after his past. No matter that his submission was so fucking sweet, the fact that he’d given it to me at all had melted tiny shards of ice in the wall around my heart. My breath hitched. Myfeelings didn’t matter, nor would they, but I needed him to trust me implicitly.
“Good.” I refrained from saying boy. Shane wasn’t a boy, even in the context of submissive sex. I stepped away from them and headed to the armchair that was situated opposite my bed. I needed to stand back, or I was going to lose the control I fought so hard to maintain in their presence. They couldn’t know how much they affected me. Ever. It left me vulnerable when I couldn’t afford to be.
Both watched me sit. Sor looked a little confused, while Shane’s eyes burned with lust and no small amount of aggression. My cock twitched. Fuck. Hard and soft. My fingernails pierced the material of the chair arms.
“Undress her. Slowly. Give me a show.”
I settled back in the chair, one foot placed lazily over my knee, my hands still resting on the chair arms. Cool. Controlled. Except, I was anything but.
