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Right now, she was wearing a tank top and leggings that hugged her delicious curves, leaving nothing for his imagination. Her curls were up in a loose bun, exposing her neck. Her heart fluttered slightly as if she was excited. He grew hard just looking at her, imagining his fangs scraping over her skin. Though he never wanted to hurt or drain her, he did want to taste her.
Rayen chuckled next to him. “Tempting, isn’t she?”
“I don’t know how Amon can resist her.”
Amon turned his head towards them, his eyes flickering wildly before he composed himself again. Gwen hadn’t heard them but followed Amon’s gaze.
“Do you want to do something else?”
“We’re just enjoying the view.”
“It’s really gorgeous out today,” Rayen agreed.
Her face turned red instantly and she quickly turned back to her drawing.
“Honestly how doesn’t he fucking devour her?” Silas teased.
“He seems to enjoy pain. My dick is already so hard it hurts.”
Rayen had always enjoyed playing dangerous games with Amon, but with Gwen around it had become his mission to push Amon’s boundaries.
Gwen let out a frustrated sound as another of her attempts to redraw her flower failed. “This looks awful.”
“Because you have been staring at it for too long. Take a break, maybe even continue tomorrow.”
“I’m surprised the flower hasn’t died from my hideous picture of her.”
She got up and closed the sketch book. With Amon close behind her, she walked back to the house. Rayen held up the red wine he’d chosen for her. She hesitantly took it from him and eyed it suspiciously.
Rayen chuckled. “It’s wine.”
She lifted it to her nose and sniffed at it. “You could have accidentally swapped it.”
Rayen took her free hand and pulled her onto his lap. Spreading her legs to each side of his hips, she sat down straddling Rayen. Silas would’ve given anything to have her sit on him like that.
She blushed slightly while Rayen started grinning.
“I like having you close.”
“I can feel that,” she giggled while sipping on her wine.
“So, little bird, will we see your drawing?”
Taking another sip, she shook her head and adjusted her pelvis. The small movement made her top slip up, exposing a thin strip of skin. Silas’s hand moved without thought. He simply needed to touch her. Her skin was hot, hotter than usual, warmed by the evening sun. Shifting himself closer to her, he took her hand and placed his lips on her knuckles. Her breathing stopped for a mere second as his lips moved towards her wrist.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered as he turned her hand.
“You should taste her pussy,” Rayen suggested, pulling her hips closer.
Silas had never been the man to go down on a woman like that, but for one of Gwen’s sweet little moans he would do anything. Goosebumps appeared all over her arm and neck as his fangs scraped against the thin skin over her wrist veins.
“Silas,” it was a hummed whisper, something between a warning and a beg, as if she wasn’t sure what she wanted him to do.
“We won’t hurt you,” he reassured her, placing his next kiss higher up her arm.
“Would it hurt?”
He hardened and out of the corner of his eye Silas saw how Rayen’s eyes slightly reddened. “It wouldn’t.”
