I wait for the taste of pain, but Alistair isn’t in a hurry. He trails kisses all over my pelvis, the longer strands of his hair grazing mine and Ciprian’s hands. My breath catches. Anticipation rolls through me until I’m twitching between them.Only when I think I’m going to lose my mind, does Alistair put me out of my misery.
His fangs pierce my belly, an inch or two from my left hip. My grip on Ciprian’s hair turns brutal, and I whimper—making a sound I’m not sure I’ve ever made before. Alistair holds my hips in place, his long fingers keeping me exactly where he wants me. His lips on my skin, the lick of pain, and the rasp of his stubble... it’s too much. I’m dragged to the edge in seconds.
“Yes,” I groan, dropping my forehead to Ciprian’s and panting loudly. “That’s amazing, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Neither of them do.
Ciprian starts thrusting, and the friction is perfect. He watches me intently, sharing my air as Alistair’s bite drags me to the floaty, desperate place that’s too good to describe.
I come with a gasp, shooting ropes of cum onto Ciprian’s belly.
Alistair’s thumbs stroke my hipbones. When he pulls his fangs free and licks the puncture wounds closed, a full body shiver rocks me. I slump back on my heels. “Holy fuck.”
Ciprian smiles at me, then glances at Alistair. “Do you need more?” His voice is a raspy, sexy rumble. I freeze, afraid to move and ruin the moment.
Alistair blinks. “Have you forgiven me?”
Ciprian shakes his head.
“Then no.” His eyes drop to Ciprian’s hard cock. “May I?”
When Ciprian nods slowly, I feel a flicker of hope. He may not have forgiven Alistair yet, but this is progress. Huge progress.
Alistair doesn’t hesitate. He drags his nose over Ciprian’s belly and licks up every drop of my cum.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Why is that hot?”
Alistair grins. “You taste good.” He sucks Ciprian’s cock into his mouth, wrapping his hand around the part that won’t fit. Ciprian doesn’t look down. He stares at me first, then over hisshoulder where Celine and Malach are halfheartedly grappling while they watch.
He’s pretending Alistair is only a mouth, and I can’t let that happen. Shuffling to Ciprian’s side, I bring my lips to his ear. “Look at him,” I say. “Laying on his belly sucking you off.”
Ciprian shivers and glances down.
I nip his earlobe. “He’s sorry. Look how sorry he is.” Déjà vu rolls through me. I’ve been in this position before. A different realm. A different apology. Alistair is the common factor, though. He’s a glutton for punishment, but he’s getting better. I know he is.
Ciprian rolls his eyes. “You’re obvious, Luca.”
“I know.” I grin. “But look how good he looks choking on your big dick.”
Alistair growls, and it breaks Ciprian’s control. He grips Ali’s hair with both hands and thrusts wildly into his mouth before coming down his throat with a shout.
I sink back against the pillows, my head swimming. “Who won?” I ask.
“Me,” Celine and Malach shout in unison.
There’s a beat of silence. It hangs over the cabin like a cloud, then we all break, laughing hysterically as if we aren’t hostages in a foreign realm. Gods, we’re really losing it.
TWENTY-THREE
Monster Realm Survival Tip #33:
The greatest horrors live in silence.
RIVEN
My fingers tighten around my glass. Alone in my rooms, I’m surrounded by nothing that matters to me. Nothing of beauty. Emptiness gnaws at me until my bones ache.
They survived.
