My balls tightened with the thought, aching with the need for release.
Beside me, Hannes’s grip trembled over his groin, but he was fighting a battle he would not win. Ever.
For the four of us, resisting our mate bond was like a human trying not to breathe. Impossible.
Considering he was only safe around her in his Beast form, as he was right now, I wasn’t exactly sure how this was going to work for them, but I was fucking sure it would make things interesting… and frustrating for him.
The look of torture in Hannes’s eyes said he was already suffering. I had no doubt he was already hard within his deadly grasp.
Natalia’s enthusiastic moans snapped our attention back to her and Dante to find her at the peak of her orgasm. Her hips rose and fell on him faster and faster while she gripped his shoulders, leaning into him.
Her glistening, delicate skin slapped his groin with each movement, sending the most delicious, sounds into our ears, and creating a sinful melody of ecstasy that I never wanted to stop listening to.
Unable to resist it, I began to stroke myself behind the constricting jeans, beads of desire slipping from my tip, ready for her to lick them off me just like she loved to do. Our mate loved us wet for her, and I was drenched right now.
Fuck. I wanted to be inside her so badly.
Natalia’s nipple popped out of Dante’s mouth when she arched her back away from him, her hands anchoring her weight on his legs behind her as she continued to fuck him, riding the pleasure wave as long as she could before the next orgasm reached her—and she was desperately seeking the next one.
His hooded gaze dropped to the glistening beauty between her thighs and the, no doubt, astonishing view her new position offered him. A sinful smirk captured his mouth when he looked straight at us, his eyes saying he was as high as the Gods right now, from nothing other than having her.
With his eyes rolling back, his head fell against the wall when the new position stroked the fuck out of him.
Her hips rose and fell faster and faster, building her new orgasm until pleasure burst out of her, taking Dante with her. His body shook against the wall harder than the first time, pain and ecstasy painting his features like a canvas, until he grabbed her hips feverishly, keeping her on him.
I could almost see him jerking violently inside her as he came, the notion sending a stab of need straight to my throbbing hard-on and making me stroke faster.
“Don’t stop!” Dante demanded through ragged breaths, a hint of frenzy tingeing his expression.
Natalia’s breasts bounced when she obeyed his wish, her nipples now swollen from Dante’s mouth but tightening evenmore from arousal as her white hair swayed along her slender back.
The sight almost brought me to orgasm myself, so I rubbed the wetness along my head, squeezing it fiercely in my fist once I stopped stroking. Shards of desire shot through my hard-on over and over, making me jerk in my hand, demanding I finish, but I only held myself harder.
Our mate was going to make me explode and she hadn’t even touched me.
Growling, Hannes whirled around and left, slamming the door—he’d been too close to losing himself but needed to contain his Beast. No one other than me seemed to notice.
Natalia’s body sensually rocked back and forth, her hips grinding against Dante’s. Their loud moans, grunts, and desperate breaths mixed in the air, driving me crazy and extending the sinful melody written just for me. It hypnotized me…
Until Natalia lifted her body, ominously curling over her willing victim before her mouth descended on Dante’s neck, Vampir fangs instantly piercing his skin.
“No. Natalia!” I yelled, rushing toward them.
4
NATALIA
The first taste of blood was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Something told me it was probably the Witch’s magic running within him because regular blood could not be this delicious. Could it?
Yet again, everything I had experienced since waking up from my slumber was like nothing I’d ever expected. Although a strange presence, akin to a fog seemed to dance through my mind, obscuring it, everything else was vibrant. Colors were ridiculously bright, scents were overwhelmingly enticing, curiosity was as piercing as a savage hunger, and lust was all-consuming.
I wanted it all.
Even through the eerie fog, I’d recognized him as mine. Dante, the reincarnated Roman God. Mine. My body ached for him, my heart remembered him, and each reemerging memory told tales of us. These feelings inside of me demanded thatI claim him in every way possible, and I was determined to comply.
“No. Natalia!”
