“Painful?” Lanlin suggests. “Humiliating? My throne? I have already knelt to my enemy for you. I have sacrificed my kingdom and power. Name something else. I will give it to you.”
I stare at the Shadow Vampire King.
Perhaps, Maximinus was right about Lanlin being uniquely vulnerable, but not in the way that the dragon thought.
A Shadow Vampire’s devotion to their bonded Omega is beyond anything that I imagined.
If I asked him to willingly place his wrists in silver shackles and return as a captive to Aurelius, would he do it for me?
I shoot Daire a glare, when he opens his mouth like he’s about to ask for a list of items (probably glittery things because I’ve come to think that fae are much like magpies).
Daire subsides with a pout.
“How about we start with something easy?” I trace the outline of snowflakes down Daire’s chest “Can’t an Omega want to claim both her Alphas who she’s hunted?”
“You didn’t catch us,” Lanlin corrects. “Although, we both bit our Dove. Are you telling me that you want my cock?”
“I want both my Alphas’ cocks…together.”
Daire perks up. “I thought that you would never ask.” He winks at Lanlin. “We can bring our Omega pleasure together, which has her howling.”
“After all, we’re trapped in a cave for a day, whatever should we do?” I smirk.
“Sleep?” Daire pretends to yawn, stretching out. “I’m exhausted, after we were up all night.”
I frown, and Daire chuckles.
“Then sleep, Dove,” Lanlin says, smoothly. “I shall have our Omega all to myself.”
With incredible strength, Lanlin leans over Daire and grabs me by the shoulders, dragging me to lay over him instead.
“Hey,” Daire protests, instantly giving up pretending to look sleepy.
“Sounds good to me.” I kiss Lanlin, pushing up his robe and pulling out his hard cock.
Lanlin’s fangs elongate in a snarl like he can’t hold himself back.
I take him by surprise, licking along his pointed fang, while I run my hand along his cock.
Lanlin’s eyes widen. He whines in a way that I am certain he never has before.
His cheeks tint pink, but his eyes flutter shut. He writhes beneath me, as I lick his other fang.
Who knew that fangs were so sensitive?
“Do you want me to bite you too?” Lanlin growls.
I deliberately throw my head back, tempting him with my throat. The risk is thrilling like having a rabid dog on a leash, hoping that the leather won’t snap.
Lanlin’s claws lengthen. He rakes the sharp tips along my back, ripping open my robe.
Yet he holds himself back from biting me with a level of self-control that impresses me.
In my hand, Lanlin’s cock throbs.
He’s already close to coming just from my teasing.
“That does it. I’m fully awake now.” Daire hoists up his own robe, freeing his own long cock.
