A new memory broke through my mind, and as I watched the scene between André and me unfold, I understood. I had tricked him. I had taken something from him, from Natasha. I’d failed them both. Another wave of emotion constricted my chest, not my emotion, but I felt like a bitch for it.
“I’m not pretending to be her, and I’m not keeping her away. She’s just… somewhere in the darkness,” I confessed, not really knowing how to explain it. Star’s presence became stronger within me.
Was this how Natasha felt with our presence within her? It was so strange.
“Don’t shift into a wolf right now, Star. You might traumatize Dante… or crush his penis. We need his penis.”
“Agreed. But it’s not me.”
I looked up at him, a certain vulnerability constricting my chest at the thought that André might only want Natasha—even though as the Vampiress, I was his rightful mate.
Kneeling next to me, André cradled my face, looking deeply into my eyes. A million emotions flashed in his eyes, none of which told me how he felt about me being here right now and not Natasha.
What seemed like hesitancy, puzzlement, and desire suddenly gripped him. The desire won. His mouth descended on mine with all the passion he had repressed.
What had my eyes shown him?
The feeling of him kissing me like that sent me even higher. I whimpered into his mouth when Dante began to rock into me again, my ragged breaths fanning André’s lips, but after sucking my lower lip he stood.
André let his delicious hardness spring out, his pants dropping to the ground, and I willingly opened my mouth, needing to taste him.
Gifting me a crooked grin, he guided his head to my mouth, caressing my lips with his tip until they glistened with the evidence of his desire. My eyes fell closed when I slowly licked my lips, savoring the sweet taste of him before zealously closing my mouth around his head and sucking him.
He was so fucking delicious.
Tremors captured my body at the same time he moaned with my tongue on him. My insides trembled around Dante’s hardness. “I’m falling again,” I gasped. “I’m going to?—"
“Don’t come without me,” André ordered in my ear and took his place behind me.
Oh, Fuck!
I forced my eyes open again, trying to hold on for him, and glanced over my shoulder to see him straddle me from behind. Every nerve ending in my body became alive with anticipation.
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling his arms wrap around me until his hands squeezed my tender breasts, massaging them. His groin pressed against my ass.
“Fuck yes,” Dante groaned, reaching for André behind me and pressing us all together.
A second later, André’s mouth captured my neck too, at the sensitive spot where my bond tattoo was. The one that now seemed even more sensitive…
Then I felt him.
André’s throbbing hardness pushed against my ass until my cheeks seemed to gleefully open for him. Ecstasy shot through me like a lightning bolt when his sleek head slid inside me from behind. Only his head, but his head was all I needed.
“André!” His name ripped from my throat as a half-gasp, half-moan, the loud outburst echoing in the room as he began toslide in and out of my ass, teasing it, and enhancing the already overwhelming pleasure.
“Yes, yes! More!” I begged, struggling to breathe, clinging to Dante with one arm while I reached behind me for André’s neck with the other.
I needed to hold on to them, or I feared I’d be lost in the madness. Reveling in the feeling of his soft head pushing me even closer to my impending orgasm while Dante’s fiery hardness stroked my tender insides, I felt my entire being explode.
The combination of them loving me together was too much to bear.
My head fell back onto André’s shoulder as loud moans tore through me. The onslaught of pleasure crashing into me like wild waves was all-consuming, pulling and pushing my being in all directions, rolling me into the depths of a violent ocean of passion where every wave was a new high.
All I could do was hold on to them while my body fiercely shuddered between them. Pinned between their chests, I felt them both inside me while the room spun for me, and deep, grunted moans ripped from them, making it hard to breathe.
I didn’t care. Who needed to breathe anyway?
As one wave ended, another began, taking me with it while Dante and André exploded for me too. Their forms shook against mine, Dante devouring my mouth and swallowing my moans through his orgasm while André moaned against my throat. His warm, desperate breaths fanned my sensitive neck, adding to the pleasure while he squeezed my tender breasts.
