Laina laid down, her head on my pillow, while Fang crawled on top of her. He licked his upper teeth—more specifically, his fangs—before he nuzzled into her neck and made her squirm. I stood there beside the bed, watching, as his hands roamed over her body, caressing her pebbled nipples and making her moan. It wasn’t too long before he abandoned her neck in favor of something lower, something much, much lower.
Situating himself between her spread thighs, Fang made himself comfortable there. Honestly, if I was her, having a man between my legs would be one thing, but a man with two sharp, silver canines? Wasn’t it a bit nerve-wracking?
Or maybe she liked living on the edge. It wouldn’t surprise me.
The moment Fang’s mouth latched onto her, she writhed. The sounds that came from her mirrored the sounds she gave me that night on the couch, and my cock never lost an ounce of its hardness as I watched them together. Fang must’ve sucked hard, because the sound she made after that was one that filled the room with unbridled ecstasy.
She ground her hips on his face, further edging herself as her hands found his hair and tugged. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, sweat lining her skin as she grew more and moreflushed the longer he was between her thighs. She was the epitome of sexy, and right then I could clearly see why so many men had fallen prey to her.
Me included. When I first came to the city, I never thought I’d end up here, but now that I was, I couldn’t lie: I fucking loved it. I was caught in her web, and I’d be more than okay if I never untangled myself from it.
Laina came with a vengeance I could practically taste myself. She arched her back and moaned as her body spasmed, as her thighs clamped harder around Fang’s head. As for Fang, the man acted totally unbothered—as he should. There weren’t many places in this world better than the space between those trembling thighs.
Fang didn’t pull away. No, the man kept going, and I let him, knowing the more he went at her, the wetter she’d be not only for him, but for me as well. I couldn’t say that I’d ever been more excited to have leftovers than I was right then, although I’d argue there were noleftoversabout it. She’d still be whole, still be hungry… she’d just be dripping wet, her pussy ready to take me.
Eventually, I made it to the edge of the bed, so I could sit and watch in a more comfortable position. It’d be one thing if I had a chair somewhere inside the room, but I didn’t. I didn’t think that far ahead. Could go grab one from downstairs, but at this point, I didn’t want to leave the room. Maybe next time.
Fang made her come a few more times. Each time she orgasmed, the moan she made was a little sloppier, a little breathier, and still somehow sexier than the last. Her skin was a beautiful flushed pink by the time he finally drew his mouth off her apex, licking his lips like he’d just devoured his final meal.
His silvery gaze turned toward me. “I’ll move aside if you want a taste.”
“Not yet,” I said. “Keep going. I know she’s quaking for a cock right now. Give her what she wants.”
Truly, Fang was the right one to include. He did not argue with me, didn’t give me a look that asked,Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?The only thing he did was position himself between those spread thighs and drive himself deep inside her core.
The moment he filled her up, her body jerked, her back arched, and she moaned like she never moaned before. She brought her hands to his sides, holding onto him as his hips thrusted down upon her. It was, honestly, ridiculously hot.
They were one. They moved in sync with each other. Fang’s hands roamed across her body while she surrendered to him in every way. He wasn’t overly rough with her, but he was still firm and unyielding in the way he moved his body on top of hers.
Someone with multiple boyfriends had to enjoy being fucked. I could not think of any other benefits to having more than one man around—as a man myself, I knew we could be a handful sometimes.
But, no, I supposed it wasn’t just about the sex. It was about the emotions. The protectiveness. Other things men could give and provide to the woman they loved.
Love. Seemed like such a trivial word to me in the past, but now… I’d spent so long watching this one from afar, learning all about her—I wouldn’t go so far as to say I was in love with her right this second, but I’d be damned if I wasn’t on my way there. I was falling. I could feel it. It was something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time, an emotion I used to believe would never be in the cards for me again.
I’d get there. Fuck, I’d probably get there sooner rather than later. It was the only explanation for how things were, for why I’d agreed to step into this mess to begin with. I wanted a chance with Laina, wanted to see if there was anything there, if we could go the distance.
Love had only hurt me in the past, but each love was different. Maybe this time it wouldn’t hurt so bad. Maybe Laina wouldn’t leave.
Fang had clearly gotten himself worked up while feasting on her, so it didn’t take him too long to find his next release. He rocketed his hips forward as he moaned, and based on the short, jerky movements that followed, I could safely assume he emptied his load inside her, shot after shot.
He leaned down and nibbled her jawline, gazing his sharp teeth over her skin before he glanced at me. “You want her, or should I keep going?” Fang was flexible, apparently, in more ways than one.
I’d waited long enough to have her, so I told him, “Move aside. I want to see how wet our dirty girl is.” I waited for him to withdraw himself and roll to the side, giving me ample room to claim the space between her legs.
Laina watched all the while, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted ever so slightly. The way she gazed up at me told me enough; she didn’t have to say a single word. She’d been anticipating this moment as much as I had, and now that it was finally happening, all she could do was quiver.
By the time I knelt between her legs, her core oozed an off-white slick; a combination of her arousal and Fang’s cum. I spotted a scar on her inner thigh—and I didn’t need to ask to know what it was or where it came from: Fang. The scar was that of a bite mark that had long since healed, as if a vampire had feasted on her blood.
Fang was definitely into some weird shit, huh? Not that I could judge him too harshly. We all had our kinks.
I didn’t let that scar pause me for long. I scooped the leaking stuff up with a finger and coated the tip of my rock-hard cock with it, meeting Laina’s eyes with a knowing smirk. I took mycock and rubbed it along her slick folds twice before I pushed inside of her.
And, fuck, she was just as wet as I imagined she’d be. Her pussy took me in inch after inch in the most carnal, welcoming embrace. I filled her up to her core, and then I pushed a little deeper after that, causing her to moan and writhe for me. Staring down at her, I memorized everything about her, committing every detail to memory, so I’d always have this picture of her, even when we weren’t close to each other.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew we wouldn’t always be around each other. I’d never done a long-distance thing, but for her, I would. Fuck yeah, I would.
Once I got over the feeling of being inside of her and how amazing she felt, I picked up the pace. I was not as steady and solid as Fang; my movements were harder, fiercer, the kind of thrusts that pushed out the air from her lungs each time. I was an animal above her, claiming her, taking what I wanted after being bereft for so long.
