Our kiss is heated, full of need, and as our tongues tangle, I moan with pure pleasure.
Damn, the vamp can kiss.
Pulling back slightly, I mutter against his lips, “You can feed.”
He smirks, “Oh, I intend to, but there’s something else I want to taste first.”
Fuck.
I wriggle, and he puts me down, looking momentarily confused until I start to take my clothes off, and then his confusion disappears.
“As much as I want to wrap my legs around your head right now, I really do need to shower,” I tell him, eliciting a low rumble from him. When he simply watches me as I reach into the shower and turn the water on, I ask, “Are you just going to stand there and watch?”
He nods, slowly taking off his shirt and dropping his trousers.
I immediately get distracted by his washboard abs. His hand moves down his abs and grasps his hard cock, pumping it once his voice is rough as he says, “Yes, I’m going to watch, Farren.”
I gulp. That was hotter than I ever thought it would be. I thought that I might feel a little bit exposed in this situation, but instead I feel beautiful and powerful.
Stepping under the water, I sigh happily as the heat permeates my muscles.
Opening my eyes, my gaze finds Loki again, and I don’t want to wait any longer. He watches me as my hand trails down my stomach and dips between my folds. I barely manage to circle my clit once before Loki’s kneeling before me.
He lifts me up, making me hiss as my back hits the cold tile. The discomfort is only temporary though, as he puts my legs over his shoulders, and his tongue immediately finds my clit.
He circles it once, and any inclination I had of being quiet immediately dissipates as my back arches, and I cry out in pleasure.
Loki pulls away, and my eyes fly open, ready to protest, but any words die on my tongue as my eyes collide with Mayhem’s.
“Mayhem,” Loki greets, and I have a feeling he knew exactly when Mayhem came in.
Which makes one of us, because I had no idea.
Maybe it should bother me, but I consider Mayhem mine, and the thought of him watching turns me on in ways that I didn’t think it would.
Chapter Eight
Farren
I’m briefly aware that Loki is glancing up at me, but my gaze is currently glued to Mayhem. More specifically, his tattooed hand wrapped around his cock and moving lazily as his heated eyes watch me.
“Are you joining us?” I ask, my lips tipping up as his eyes fill with surprise, and Loki’s grip on my ass tightens.
Loki’s tongue swirls my clit once more before he stands up and turns around with me still in his arms. He slowly slides me down his body, as I feel Mayhem move behind me.
Loki turns me, his hands running softly down my sides before they grip my hips tightly and pull me back toward him, his cock resting against my arse. I wriggle, and his grip tightens as he lets out a sharp breath.
Mayhem’s tattooed hand grips my neck, his thumb rubbing gently across my jaw.
“Are you sure?” he asks me, his voice rough with desire.
“Fuck yes,” I reply simply.
His eyes blaze, his grip tightens, and his mouth meets mine in a fierce kiss. The water beats down on the three of us as Loki starts to kiss across my shoulder. Mayhem’s hand moves, skimming down my neck and chest, his large hand palms my breast. His fingers plucking my nipple as his other hand moves further down, reaching between us and strumming my clit. I shift, grasping his dick in my hand and smiling against his lips as he hisses, his hips jerking. Grinding my arse back against Loki, I pump my hand, squeezing gently and making them both groan with pleasure.
The sound of them both sends my need for them higher, and my orgasm starts to build quickly.
In complete sync, Mayhem’s fingers pluck my nipple and my clit at the same time, riding the line between pain and pleasure perfectly as Loki bites down on my neck, sucking as he draws blood and groans in pure pleasure.
