I’m too enthralled with the feeling of him that I don’t notice the other man dipping into the bed next to me until his hands are roaming the length of my body. Moaning, I break the kiss and look over at him. His fangs are on display as his long fingers play with the hem of my hoodie. The coolness of his skin slides along the warmth of mine sending a shiver down my spine.
“We’re going to take such good care of you.” He promises, and for some reason, I believe him.
I’ve never been one to take someone at their word without knowing them before, but there’s a sincerity in his voice, and an intensity in his gaze that makes me want to grant him my trust. His dark hair tumbles over his brow as his lift my hand to his mouth and I watch, captivated, wondering what he’s going to do next.
He takes my pointer finger into his mouth and sucks it into his mouth, surprising me at how good and sensual that small little act feels. His tongue runs the length of my finger, and a riot of butterflies gathers deep in my core.
I am but a fly caught in the web of these monsters, and I’m afraid I like it.
“Tell us what you want, Olivia.” The man on my other side asks, running his ghostly hand through my hair.
Maybe this isn’t real after all. Perhaps I’ve hit my head and am dreaming this all up. Being the object of attention for these two handsome creatures, I hesitate to call them men because there’s something, other, about them. Something dark, and dangerous, and thrilling.
“I want…”
“Yes?” I feel the brush of fangs scraping against my neck. Sharp. Lethal. Fucking hot as hell.
“I want to be fucked.” There. I said it, and it’s the truth. I’m tired of pretending like I don’t have needs. Tired of being strong for everyone else. I want to be selfish, and if this isn’t real, then who the hell cares if I’m contemplating letting two hot as hell strangers fuck me senseless?
“That we can do.” The one to my right answers, shrugging off his leather jacket and pulling off his white t-shirt in one swift move. I’m treated to the most stunning display of washboard abs with a perfect v that cuts into his narrow hips. My mouth drops open and it’s clear he likes my reaction by the smirk that takes over his handsome face.
Oh God, this is really happening, isn’t it?
My pussy aches with need, wanting them inside me right now. It doesn’t matter which one. Or both, hell, having given birth twice maybe it could work.
As I watch him discard his pants, the one with fangs starts to remove my shoes, then goes for my leggings. Peeling them off me oh so slowly. Torturously so. When he gets to the point he can no longer pull, a long claw emerges like a knife at the edge of his hand. He savors the moment, dragging it down the length of my plush thighs. It lights me up inside, burning atendril of desire into a raging inferno of lust before he rips into the material, shredding it to bits. Next, his finger slices through my panties, the cool brush of his skin feels like icicles as he rubs against my clit.
“We’re going to have so much fun with you, Olivia. I can scent just how wet you are for us already.” He inhales my discarded panties, dropping my legs. An inhumane rumble erupts from his chest. Why the fuck do I find that sound so hot? It immediately has me clenching my thighs together with the little give I have from the restraints, seeking some friction for how turned on I am right now.
“Oh no, none of that.” He grips my legs apart viciously. “If you’re going to find release, it’s going to be at the hands of one of us.”
A small moan escapes my throat as his hands wander up the length of my stomach, slicing my favorite hoodie up the middle. I didn’t wear a bra thinking the hoodie would be plenty coverage. That’s the good thing about fall and winter clothes, the boobs can hang free, and no one gives a shit because they can’t tell. But now, that decision has come to stare me in the face as both men hone in on my naked body, breasts fully on display. Heavy with want, and nipples pulled into two tight peaks, aching to be played with.
“You’re a fucking angel.” The one who’s discarded his clothes states, and by the way he stares at me, makes me believe he truly means it. I light up under his praise, feeling adored and appreciated. The feeling is foreign, but a welcome change from never feeling good enough. Skinny enough. Pretty enough.
Shortly after I had the girls, Trent left for someone younger, claiming I had let myself go. But the way these two look at me, make me feel like Trent was wrong. I am desirable.
“That’s right, my sweet little ghoul. You are desirable.” Oh right, this one can read my fucking thoughts. My cheeks heatand I nibble nervously on my bottom lip. “And I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.” He slips out of the bed, and discards his clothing so quickly, it seems I’m watching it at two times the speed. Fuck, my mind and senses are so frazzled to the point of snapping. I don’t know if what I’m seeing is truly what’s happening or if it’s just the effect this place has.
“Please, tell me your name.” I beg of them. The vents kick in whirring a fine mist into the air and a heady sensation takes over me. My skin crawls with the need to be touched.
“Names have power my sweet. Are you sure you can handle it?” I’m not sure who’s speaking in the haze. Tendrils of fog warp the room in a vertigo like state.
I lick my lips. “Yes, please.”
“She’s so damn polite. Think we can break her of it, Talon?”
“Absolutely. I plan to make that sweet mouth praise my cock like she was born to worship it.”
They snicker but the name turns over in my mind. “Talon.” I say, only to have the man the name belongs to whip his head in my direction and end up centimeters away from my face. Knees planted on both sides of my hips.
“Say it again, little ghoul.”
“Talon.” I oblige and watch his deep amber eyes alight with what looks like a flame surrounding his pupil. It’s mesmerizing and a little frightening. I might be in over my head, never having done something like this before, but damn do I want to try.
“You like playing with fire?” He asks, shoving the tip of his large cock against my opening. “Then I’ll burn you from the inside out.”
I want to reach out and grab him, but the restraints make that impossible. He teases himself against my slick entrance. Taking his time to taunt me, rubbing against my swollen clit. Toying with me like a cat playing with a mouse before devouring it whole.
