"Fuck, your pussy’s gorgeous," he whispered against my inner thigh, then those teeth slid into my flesh. With one long, deliberate pull, he sucked from my vein.
"Aaahhhh." The sound slipped from my mouth unbidden as he drank from me. When I looked down, his eyes were still fixed on my pussy, watching it clench in rhythm with each pull at my thigh.
His fingers dug deeper into my ass, the tips creeping dangerously close to entering both holes. My body shook, not from fear, but from a need so visceral it had stolen my breath.
"Conrad. Please." My voice cracked, hoarse and raw. He released my thigh with a wetpop, his tongue soothing the wound before his gaze returned to mine. Devotion, praise, loyalty, want—all of it swirled together in those eyes—eyes that I should’ve been wary of, but, in that moment, hesitation had no place here. Both my body and I needed him to deliver on his promise, to take the edge off and help me regain my focus.
I slid my hand into his caramel-blond locks, my voice breathless as I commanded, "Fucking lick me clean, then, and don't stop until I've come all over that gorgeous face."
He didn’t need to be told twice. He dove in, making sounds that filled the car with carnal pleasure, wet and hungry. My hands gripped the leather so hard the fabric split beneath my fingernails. His touch, those sounds, our combined scent flooded my senses. My eyes rolled back as his tongue circled my clit and lapped at my center with single-minded devotion.
"Fuck this," came from the other end of the car, but I didn’t acknowledge it. All I wanted was for Conrad to continue, for me to come so my body would finally calm down. There was still so much to do that night, and I needed to be focused.
Leather creaked, and Conrad took that moment to spear my core with his tongue. My eyes popped open as a moan tore from me. Molten sea-colored eyes flashed before my face. A mouth covered mine, warm, wet. His tongue collided with mine, swallowing that moan as if he’d always meant to claim it as his own.
Cherries filled my nose, and I knew who’d kissed the daylights out of me.Zeth.
His hands cupped my breasts, pinching my hardened nipples through the silky fabric, turning my body into a trembling mess.
When his mouth broke from my lips, Zeth stared down at me. Although his eyes were lit with anger, his lust was written on his face, both sides battling for dominance. Hoping to help him decide, I breathed out his name. That desire took over as his grip turned rough.
"You think I'm going to just let this asshole do this in front of me without making my claim? You’remine, Nova Rossey."
I swallowed hard, scrambling for what to say about all that, but Conrad didn't let me think. He paused, causing me to look down at him. He put his fingers in his mouth, licking around them liberally before looking up at me, shoving those two saliva-soaked fingers past the tight ring of muscle at my backside.
"Oh, fuck, Con," burst from my lips as the vampire staked his claim.
Zeth's eyes surged with fire. His hands gripped the fabric at my breasts and tore it apart. The loud snap of threads breaking bounced around the car as his mouth circled my nipple and bit down hard.
"Aaahhhh! Fuck! Yes!" My breathing became labored, ragged. My body wound tighter and tighter as Zeth tortured me with his rough treatment from above while Conrad licked and sucked at my clit, working two fingers in and out of my ass with maddening precision.
"Fucking animals." The groan came from the other side of the car where Nick was sitting, his hands gripping his thighs so hard I thought his fingers would snap. His back rigid and hunched,his eyes drank in the scene, caught between sin and salvation. He wanted it but couldn't come to terms with that desire.
Too fucking bad. He wasn't human anymore, and he needed to accept that. And supes… we liked to fuck.
I cried out Zeth and Conrad's names while staring at Nick, and they moaned mine in return as they continued with renewed vigor.
For a second, Nick looked like he was about to lunge forward, to sayfuck it, but then he snarled at himself and turned his head away.
Normally, I wasn’t the type to beg for sex, didn’t enjoy convincing someone or pulling them in, but my body needed more despite how hard the two men were working me over. So I changed tactics.
"Nick," I whispered desperately. Lifting a hand from my side, I reached for him with a plea that normally would have caused me shame, but right now, all of that went out the window. I needed him, and I was willing to do whatever it took to get him.
His whole body flinched. He didn’t want to watch, but curiosity won. His gaze slowly turned my way.
"I need you," I choked out.
He puffed out a humorless laugh, his eyes flicking to Zeth and Conrad before returning to me, his silent ‘yeah, right’coming out loud and clear.
The deep ache inside only intensified. The need to have all of them pulsed at my wrist like a second heartbeat. I almost slammed my fist down beside me and demanded he come over, but I had a feeling that would have made him angrier.
My brain scrambled for a way to reach him. To get him to give in to his animal side. His pants were tented, his eyes keeping me in his peripherals. He wanted this just as much as I did, but he was thinking with his human head, clinging to human norms.
"You're right, Nick," I called out, moaning as Zeth rolled one nipple between his fingers and tongued the other. "It's animalistic." Conrad hummed in agreement against my core, and I desperately clenched around him. "More of a need to fulfill, so don't think too much. Just go with your instincts."
His whole body turned my way, though his eyes still held doubt.
"What does your wolf want?" I asked as his eyes widened before dropping to his hands.
