“I did want you,” I croak, my voice betraying me and sounding completely off. “Even before drinking your blood. I just didn’t understand it very well.”
We stare at each other in silence for a while. The music keeps playing, the TV casting flashing lights on us. I can’t seem to stop thinking about how I tried to run away from him that night. How I wanted to touch him, to arch my back and rub my ass onto his dick as he held me. How he cornered me against the wall and tried to persuade me to go back inside while I stared at his lips.
And he seems even more handsome right now than he did then.
Oh, fuck it.
I find myself leaning closer to Jacob, closing the distance between us. The cushions shift as I set my weight on one of my hands right between us, making both of our bodies sink towards it. Nothing in his expression changes, and he doesn’t push me away or stop me. He lets me press my lips against his. It’s a soft, shy kind of kiss. But delicious nonetheless.
At first, Jacob just stays there, as if he’s shocked. Until his hand slides up my spine, reaching for the back of my neck. His touch is so soft and gentle that it makes me shiver. When his lips part to let me in, my body lights up. I’m suddenly all instinct; I can’t think of anything other than how good he tastes and how much I want him.
Jacob pulls me closer, almost forcing me on top of him as he sinks deeper on the back of the sectional, nestled between the cushions and the velvety black fabric. I groan into his mouth,deepening the kiss and biting his lower lip. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I’m going feral. His scent engulfs me, the leather-and-musk perfume mixed with his natural smell: something sickly sweet like maple syrup that intoxicates me and makes my cock hard.
My hands run up and down Jacob’s body, his muscles flexing underneath his signature black shirt. I undo the first few buttons to slide my fingers underneath the fabric and feel his chest. The warmth of his skin makes me moan into our desperate kiss, feeding my hunger for him.
Jacob’s breath seems to become irregular as I explore him, taking my time to feel as much of his skin as I can reach. When my fingers graze one of his nipples, I can’t help but pinch it. A playful, soft kind of touch that gets a loud moan out of him.
As if the hungry beast within me has been jolted awake by that sound, I push him until he’s lying on his back, sprawled across the sectional. My other hand grabs on to his throat, not trying to choke him but just holding him in place as I climb on top. I grind my hips against his, delighted to feel that he’s just as hard as I am.
“Fuck, Jacob—” I hiss, staying close to his lips. “You’re so damn hot. I’ve wanted this for so long . . .”
I’m not sure why I’m saying that, but I’m pleased by the soft whimpering kind of sound he makes before claiming my mouth again. For some reason, since I started having sex with Damien, I find myself speaking my mind a lot while I’m at it. Which usually works in my favor, because he loves it. And now it seems like Jacob does too.
One of his hands grabs my waist so roughly that it hurts as he pulls me down harder against him. As if he wanted us to fuse into one. God knows I’d love that; I’d crawl under his skin right now if I could. I’m so high on his scent, so horny, that my blood boils like lava down my veins.
“Damn . . . Should I record this?”
Damien’s voice pulls me out of my trance, forcing my eyes to open. Jacob tries to push me off him, but I don’t move far. The perplexed look on his face is adorable, and there’s a clear hint of terror in his gaze as he stares at my brother. I can only chuckle at that while I struggle to catch my breath.
“Why did you stop?” Damien asks, gifting us his most devious grin. He’s naked, barely covered by a white towel wrapped around his waist. His obvious erection has me biting my lower lip. “Keep going, come on. I’ve been dying to watch this for months.”
Jacob doesn’t move. Instead, he looks back and forth between us, as if he wasn’t expecting Damien to be okay with what’s happening between us. There’s a strange kind of vulnerability to him right now, and it makes me want him even more.
I slowly dive into his neck, kissing it softly until the tension in him fades away. My fingers get tangled with his silver necklaces as I tug on them playfully while I lick his skin, feeling him take deep breaths and melt underneath me. The urge to bite him comes over me, and I find myself digging my fangs into the spread wings of his red phoenix tattoo.
“God, fuck yes—” Jacob whispers as his fingers slide between my hair, holding me in place firmly.
Jacob’s blood burns just as beautifully as it did the first time. It sends me into a wave of ecstasy that has me moaning into his veins like a wild animal. I keep grinding against him while I drink, pleasure building up fast. If I don’t stop, I’ll come for sure. So, I stick to kissing my way down his chest while I unbutton the rest of his shirt. Jacob arches his back, his hands wandering around my waist as he writhes underneath me, tickled by my soft touch.
I’m delighted by the noises he makes when I finally pull down his trousers and rub my hand against the outline of hiscock. It’s a raw and desperate kind of moan, his voice husky with need. Even through the fabric of his boxers, I can feel the overwhelming warmth of his skin; a vampire’s addicting kind of warmth.
I look up at Jacob to find his gaze locked on Damien’s. My brother is sitting on the marble table right next to us, his dark brown curls still wet, almost covering his penetrating blue eyes. Jacob bites his lower lip while I caress him, almost as if he was holding back. When I finally pull his dick out of his underwear, his eyes light up. The beautiful almond-brown glow highlights the intensity of the burgundy strands in his irises.
I hum in delight as I run my tongue up Jacob’s length, finally getting his attention to turn back to me. A devilish smile paints my face as I repeat the motion. I’m surprised by this naughty version of myself. I never thought I’d be doing this. But, damn, it feels good. I actually feel . . . free.
My eyes are glowing bright, fueled by the sweet taste of Jacob’s skin and the fire in my veins. It feels like time has stopped for a while, or maybe I’m a bit overwhelmed by the intensity of his stare. As I wrap my lips around his cock and take him in as far as I can, Jacob moans and reaches down to caress my cheek. His touch is soft and gentle, charged with emotions I can’t quite understand.
“Fuck—” Damien hisses, kneeling on the wooden floor beside me and running his hands up the many skulls tattooed over Jacob’s abs. “I was just gonna watch, but . . .”
I turn to look at him while I lick around Jacob’s crown, watching for his next move. I’ve never been in a threesome before, and I have no clue what I should be doing or not. What I do know, though, is that sharing Jacob with Damien turns me on. A lot.
My brother wraps a hand around Jacob’s shaft and strokes him slowly while he forces his lips on mine. Kissing Damienis always an otherworldly experience. His lips are soft, his piercings colder than his burning skin, his tongue silky soft and always eager to take control. The way he claims me with a single kiss makes me bristle, every single time. My fingers find their way into his soft curls as I moan into him, spreading Jacob’s essence between our tongues.
“Fuck, that’s hot . . .” Jacob whines, like he’s struggling to keep his shit together.
When I part from Damien’s lips, I notice Jacob’s dick leaking into my brother’s hand. I can’t stop myself from sticking out my tongue to lick it, making him hiss and throw his head back. Damien speeds up his strokes while I take Jacob into my mouth. I match the rhythm of his hand, taking more with each movement until my brother’s hand is gone and Jacob’s cock slides down my throat.
“He tastes really good, doesn’t he, Killi?” Damien asks, getting a deep groan from Jacob when I hum in agreement.
