Page 120 of Devoted

Dante tugged me against him, pulled my mouth to his throat and ordered, “Drink,” in such a rough, commanding voice I obeyed, sinking my fangs in exactly how my husband wanted, then drinking slow and deep, just the way I loved to taste him.

After three long, savoring sips, I sealed him up, running my tongue over strong, corded muscle, tasting nothing but leather and fire. This was like drinking straight from the gods, tasting beauty in its rarest form, a sudden rush of power surging through my veins, leaving a faint hint of ash coating my mouth.

Then, just as quickly, my body turned boneless and I sagged between them.

Feeding always made me logy, like my muscles were made of honey, my bones of air, filling me with a strange, serene calmness like I was floating.

Nico’s cool shadows twined gently around my wrists and ankles, dusting across my body in a billowing wave, their touch softer than air. There was so much tenderness there, a deliberate care in how they explored me so gently.

Then three dark heads bent, three hungry mouths descending on me all at once—Gabriel’s clamping down over my aching nipple, Nico’s on the side of my throat, his fangs striking fast and deep, while my husband latched onto my engorged clit with the greed of a male who would never get enough.

My vision whited out. I arched my back, grinding myself against his ravenous mouth, and then I really was…floating?

Like…literally floating, suspended midair by Nico’s shadows.

“Well…” Dante pulled back, sounding astonished, which, for him, was a first. “That’s got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

There was nothing supporting me, only cool shadowy bindings twined around my wrists and ankles, yet somehow…I hung suspended between them, presented like a feast on an altar, ripe for the taking.

Gabriel threaded his fingers through my hair, his mouth capturing mine, tongue teasing and taunting until I was the one chasing him, wanting more. “That’s it, bella, gods, you taste too fucking good to be true.” Staring down at me, his thumb traced my bottom lip, eyes at half-mast.

“Whatever shall we do with you tonight?”

Everything, I thought.

Do everything.

“And so we shall,” Dante murmured, and I wondered if I’d said the words out loud. Then I couldn’t even wonder, because Dante put his mouth back on my cunt, his gaze locked with mine as he dragged his tongue up through my center. With every slow, deliberate stroke, dangerous, consuming pressure built at my core.

This could be our last night.

The unwelcome thought nearly snuffed out the flames burning inside me, a chill creeping over my skin.

“Stop,” Nico murmured in my ear. “Stop thinking about tomorrow and focus on right now, Emberline. Focus on us. We’re here. We’re together. This is all that matters.” Nico sealed the bite on my neck closed, then his hands replaced those cool shadows, clever fingers dancing over tender, peaked skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. One strong hand fastened on the back of my neck, but he didn’t bite.

Instead, he urged my mouth closer to Gabriel’s throat.

“Feed, Emberline. You need to get your strength back. Drink from us until you can’t drink anymore,” Nico urged. Gabriel hissed when I bit down and his blood rushed in to fill my mouth. I was already flying after feeding from my husband, and this…this was divine.

I pulled in a mouthful of warm, rich blood. Gabriel’s blood. An heir’s blood. Laced with power and ambition and ruthlessness, filled with secrets and promises and…for a moment, the world disappeared as the full force of him swept over me—then through me, as if I was drinking the golden light of Venice itself.

I dissolved into that sea of sensation, distilled down to my rawest self, Dante licking at me, his tongue lazily sliding in and out of my entrance, while Nico teased my breasts, fingers stroking my stomach, the insides of my arms as those shadows held me firmly in place for them to taste and touch.

And they didn’t just hold me in place, they spread my legs further apart for Dante to go deeper, and more shadows rimmed my back hole, probing with cool precision…then pushing inside with a dark, beautiful invasive stretch that had me hissing out a breath against Gabriel’s skin.

Pleasure built beneath my skin, strung out between Dante’s clever tongue and Nico’s invading shadows as they plunged and stretched, Gabriel’s pulse pounding beneath my lips. I was full, yet empty, straining for that more, more, more that hovered just out of reach.

I gently ran my tongue over the bite, pressed a kiss to the punctures, watching them seal over, then Gabriel pulled away, his eyes dark.

“Gods, you are so beautiful you break my damn heart, bella.” He dragged his shirt over his head, kicked off his pants, never taking his gaze off me. His cock was so engorged the crown shone, a pearl of cum gathered at the tip.

When I licked my lips, he groaned and stepped closer. “Do you want this?” he asked softly and when I nodded, he pressed the head into my mouth, leaving a smear of salt behind as he pumped in and out in short, slow strokes, watching my face with unbroken intensity.

Nico’s shadows tunneled deeper into my ass, a slow, steady invasion that stretched me wider, preparing me for whatever storm they were about to unleash on me, and yet, they handled me so gently, soft lips and careful caresses, as if they, too, realized this could be our last time together.

Stop thinking about that. Life is for the living.

But I sensed their hunger, their desperation…their own doubts.