“Lick,” Bastian whispers in my ear, releasing my throat and slipping his finger inside my mouth. I don’t just lick.
I suck.
And he groans, and that makes Kai groan, and fuck I’m so close I start panting.
Bastian takes that wet finger and pushes it between my ass cheeks, then smears it over my asshole. I try to move away, but he tightens the arm around my waist where he’s strumming my clit, and then pushes his finger inside me.
He pumps it in and out as he murmurs, “Eat her out, but don’t swallow.”
Kai grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me harder against his face, even though I’m already grinding him. As soon as his tongue spears into me again, I come.
It takes me forever to finish. Maybe I don’t. It’s like drifting down from the top of the Eiffel tower, except I keep hitting these little air pockets, buffeting up before floating down again.
“Up, boy.”
I open my eyes, moaning at the loss of Kai’s warm mouth and eager tongue, but then he kisses me.
Bastian’s cum, blood, and my own tangy taste fills my mouth.
“Swallow,” Bastian says.
I do…but not everything. I keep just enough in my mouth that, when I turn to Bastian and kiss him, there’s some of that hot mess to push between his lips.
I expect him to gag. To get pissed off. I’m self-destructive like that, I guess.
But he growls into our kiss and sucks my tongue clean of every trace.
He leans back, studying me, dragging a thumb over the cut on his lip, smearing it with blood.
The cold, calculating light in his eyes sends a shiver over my skin. But I shiver even harder when he brings that thumb to my lower lip, painting my mouth red with his blood.
“The dark in you craves the dark in me,” he mutters, like a curse. Then he turns to look at Kai, who’s grinding his teeth and watching us with pupils the size of dinner plates.
“And you, my boy,” he says, gently cupping Kai’s face as he runs his thumb over his mouth, painting his lips too.
“Your dark craves ours most of all.”
Chapter 19
Haven
An incessant ringing drives me awake. I push an arm off my shoulder. Off my hip. Off my leg.
Sit up and drag fingers down my face.
Day has come, and it struggles to fill the room with light through Bastian’s tinted windows and the pouring rain.
Fuck, I need to pee.
I have to tug the metal chain attached to my collar out from under Bastian’s shoulder before I can wriggle off the bed. I pause for a second to stare at his and Kai’s limp bodies where they lie sprawled on the bed.
I’m smiling when I go into the bathroom, my body aching in places I never knew could hurt so deliciously.
But my smile evaporates as soon as I start peeing.
“Fuck!” I whisper, squirming around to find a position on the seat that doesn’t make me sting.
I flush and turn to the vanity mirror.
