“No!” she panted, battling to keep her trembling hands from wandering down beneath Fenn’s pants where she could already feel the hardness her blood had stirred in him. “It’s got to be his neck, the main artery, or you won’t get enough, fast enough.”
Kaelith bared his fangs and dipped his head, nuzzling into the crook of Fenn’s shoulder. His tongue licked the skin for only a heartbeat before he bit deep. Fenn’s body jumped in response, muscles tensing as a shudder ran through him, his grip on Rynna’s wrist loosening, and the darkness receded slowly from his eyes.
“Rynna?” His voice was shaky.
“Shhh, I’m here.” She pressed her lips against the other side of his neck, where she inhaled deeply, taking in his rich pine-filled scent.
“What is this?” He tried to turn toward her, but Kaelith held him firmly in place. “Is it working?” His hands reached for the wounds that had only recently threatened his life.
“I think so.” Rynna placed her palm over his heart, feeling its solid rhythm as she pulled him tighter against her, unwilling to lose even an inch of contact.
“Good,” he started, then paused, leaning further into Kaelith’s hold on his neck before his eyes locked back onto her wrist. “Rynna…” His voice rumbled low, almost a growl.
As Fenn shifted in her lap, reaching for her wrist again, Kaelith lifted his head from the curve of the other man’s neck, fangs sliding free with a wet pull.
Fenn’s body shuddered, and a low, winded “Gods…” escaped his lips.
They sat like that for what felt like an eternity, the air thick with the tangy scent of blood. Rynna couldn’t wrench her eyes away from them—Fenn and Kaelith. They held her utterly captivated, the glint of pointed fangs teasing their lips as blood slowly dribbleddown their chins. Their bodies moved in soundless unison, dark streaks swirling in their eyes just beneath the surface.
What have I done? She should have felt horrified for changing them like this. But she didn’t.
They were beautiful. They were hers.
Rynna moved between them, crawling up until she stood on her knees. She reached for Fenn first, pulling his face close, her tongue flicking out to lick the blood from his cheek as her eyes searched his. “Are you okay?”
“I’m alive.” Fenn’s hand slid down, gripping the waistband of her pants and yanking her hips roughly against his, where she felt just how alive he really was. “And I’m still me.” His tongue danced over one of his extended canines. “For the most part.”
Rynna smiled, but then her gaze shifted to Kaelith. He hovered just behind, looking uncertain, as if caught between staying and leaving. She reached out, grabbing the loose folds of his tunic, and tugged him closer. “Thank you.”
Without giving him a chance to respond, she pulled his body flush against hers for a kiss. His eyes widened as her tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting the remnants of Fenn’s blood and testing the new shape of his fangs.
Pulling away, her heart stuttered as she looked between both men. “I... I…”
“You seem a bit piqued.” Kaelith leaned in, no longer unsure. His mouth was hot against her ear, tongue flicking, teasing. “Maybe you shared too much with the wolf? Maybe he should give some back?”
Her body jerked at the touch as something smooth and cool slid from Kaelith’s sleeve. A serpent, its scales gliding across her skin, coiled around her waist as it slithered up her shirt.
She arched into him, and the serpent tightened its hold, biting down lightly on her breast. “Kae…” Her body shuddered against him.
It wasn’t hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to send a piercing flash of pleasure coursing through her.
Looking up, she saw Fenn watching her with a focused intensity. She tensed for a moment, but there was no anger or jealousy as his eyes tracked Kaelith’s movements under her shirt. Instead, he nodded to the other man and gently cupped her chin, tilting her face toward him with a tenderness that nearly felled her.
“You’ve given me so much.” His voice was low, almost reverent, as he bit into his bottom lip, just enough to break the skin, then bent forward to meet her.
Holy fuck. She squirmed as his blood touched her tongue. It was like fire igniting every nerve, like nothing she’d ever felt before.
With every drop, she felt the very essence of his life, everything that made him who he was, and everything that made her love him. He coursed through her, fingers tangling in her hair as his tongue moved through her mouth. Hungry, it grazed against her fangs, cutting and spilling more of that delicious, intoxicating substance down her throat. Yet, each wound healed almost instantly, only to be cut again, the cycle repeating, filling her with wave after wave of ecstasy.
She opened her mouth in a wide moan, feeling the pressure building, pressed between both men.
Fenn’s kiss deepened, his lips devouring hers as Kaelith moved behind her, his mouth finding the curve of her neck, teeth grazing her skin while his serpents pulsated around her body, slipping under the waist of her pants, diving lower.
And just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Kaelith slid his already bleeding thumb between her lips.
Holy, shit fucking, mother sucking…She held onto them, nearly beyond coherent thought.
Her head swam, the taste of his blood mingling with Fenn’s, the intensity building, the sensation unbearable. Fenn’s kiss grew more insistent, working in perfect rhythm with Kaelith, the two of them moving as one, their bodies closing against hers until she couldn’t tell where her skin ended and theirs began.
