“Oh,” he breathed.
Rilen leaned over him. “Tell me to stop if you’re not comfortable.”
“Keep going,” Aiko said.
Rilen kissed the shell of his ear, and I could tell when Rilen breached him. There was a look of pure bliss that passed over his face, with just a touch of pain. Aiko seemed surprised at the bit of pain.
“You’re untouched, Aiko,” I said, kissing his forehead. “There will be a little pain.”
He turned and stared at Rilen. “Don’t you dare stop now!”
“I think he likes this,” Roran said.
Rilen was so very careful with Aiko. He made sure there was no pain before going further, and by the time Roran was ready to take him, Aiko was a blissed-out mess.
Pushing Aiko forward a bit, he lowered him to me, and Aiko kissed me sweetly. I leaned into this ear and whispered, “Put your cock in me, Aiko.”
He was surprised for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Oh, yes, love. Yes. The feeling is like no other.”
Sliding into me, he gasped. “I feel…”
“You feel me,” Roran answered. We were all becoming breathless. “Brother, take him. Show him how good this is.”
Aiko’s expression changed from just delighted to a state of utter euphoria, even though I knew it still had to hurt him a bit. Rilen had a look of hard restraint—he couldn’t get enough of Aiko surrounding him.
“Are you ready,ilati?” Rilen asked.
“When you are,” I answered. “Take your pleasure, and bring us ours.”
Rilen was slow, careful, reminding Aiko he’d stop anytime he asked. But Aiko didn’t seem inclined to ask. Aiko tried to keep his eyes open, his lips on mine, but it was a wasted effort. The sensations that Rilen was creating in him were too much.
Rilen’s thrusts telegraphed through us. He pressed into Aiko and Aiko into me, and then I moved over Roran. It was a well-coordinated filthy ballet of skin on skin. The slick movement of skin on skin, the sweat of bodies easing the friction to the point where all it felt like was satin sliding over us.
The press of heat and weight heightened the movements, the erotic touches between us. Rilen pushed down into Aiko and leaned forward, finding my lips. We kissed and panted and shared our breath. I could see Roran watching Aiko over my shoulder.
“Go ahead,” I whispered between my gasps of moans of pleasure. “Kiss him, Roran. Learn about the lips of the man your brother and I love…”
Aiko’s eyes snapped open, and Roran’s lips touched his. The kiss was electric—I could feel it in the movement of Aiko’s and Roran’s cocks inside me.
I groaned. Who was I? Who was this person filled by two men, taking pleasure and blood from her lovers? A year ago—just one single year—I had trouble even thinking of sex. I’d been shy and inhibited. Not a clue that my powers and abilities ran off sex.
There were times I wondered if my lack of abilities as a child stemmed from never being told where my power came from, never knowing who had created me and imbued me with magic that seemed to control the whole of S’Kir itself.
That Elex had tricked me, and used me, and kept me drained of my power still stung, but only just.
Because now, I had four men who I loved. Four men who would see to my sexual need, and, well… appetites, and lend me their blood when I needed—or craved—that as well.
And I had four men who loved and needed me.
“Aiko,” Rilen whispered, “take my blood.” He raised his arm to Aiko’s mouth.
Roran brought his wrist up to my lips and grasped his brother’s hand. “And you take mine,ilati.”
There was no hesitation. Aiko and I sank our fangs in their wrists, and our orgasms detonated between all of us at the same time.
It took what seemed an hour, but it was probably just a few minutes to gather ourselves from the pleasure that had made my vision go white and my brain go completely blank. We were a twisted mess of limbs and sheets, and it was hard to tell who started where.
