He reaches up to cup my face. “I love you too,” he murmurs, and then presses a soft, close-mouthed kiss to my lips. With a wry smile, he adds, “I already promised D that I wouldn’t give up.”
“I’ll take that as a yes then?” I comment, and he nods. Looking at Donovan, I direct, “Help him sit up, please.”
While Donovan stuffs pillows behind Nolan’s back, the maroon sheets fall to Nolan’s waist, exposing his pale, bare chest. I peel my damp camisole off and twist my equally wet hair over one shoulder. Chewing on my lip, I go back and forth on removing my wet jeans. On one hand, they are really uncomfortable, and with them off, I could finally get dry. On the other, I’d be in my underwear with Donovan and Nolan, and that… well, I don’t know how I feel about that. My skin tingles over the thought.
Nolan is literally starving to death at this moment, and this is what I worry about?I groan over my own foolish concerns and decide to compromise. After wrestling out of my jeans and wet socks while in Nolan’s closet, I steal one of his V-neck undershirts. It falls to mid-thigh and gets a little damp around my bust thanks to my wet bra, but overall, it’s warm, dry, and everything is covered. The soft cotton is also gentler on what will soon be very sensitive skin.
When I walk back out of the closet, Nolan and Donovan trade a look I don’t understand before staring at me with intense interest.
“What?” I blurt, tugging on the hem of the white shirt. “My clothes were wet.”
Donovan’s aqua eyes darken, and a smirk slowly spreads across his lips.
“Fine with me,” Nolan rasps, his gaze locked on my exposed legs. How he has the energy to even notice is beyond me.
“I’m putting more clothes on,” I mumble, but Donovan catches me before I can do more digging through Nolan’s closet.
“It’s fine,” Donovan assures me, leading me over to the bed with a warm hand on my lower back. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to.”
It’s not lost on me that he doesn’t state that nothing will happen. The two hickey-looking marks on his neck and shoulder illustrate that he’s well aware of how I’ll feel very soon. He shivers when I touch the bruised colored spots on his skin and use my magic to return it to its natural olive complexion. A hum of pleasure vibrates in his chest as my fingers lightly drag down his torso, and the sound makes my knees weak. His big hands skate down my sides as he leans into the touch, and my heart beats in an erratic rhythm from his nearness.
Nolan clears his throat, and I blush furiously at being caught distracted this way. I expect him to be annoyed, considering the situation, but when I meet his eyes, all I see is his raw hunger mixed with desire. The look alone makes my body throb with awareness.
“Go ahead, Angel,” Donovan murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.
I swallow heavily and nod.
Wordlessly, they help me sit on top of the thick comforter between Nolan’s legs, and I settle into Nolan’s embrace with my back against his chest. Resting my head on Nolan’s shoulder, I tilt my head so that my neck is fully exposed to him.
This feels far removed from the more straightforward feeding that I expected, not that they are ever simple encounters with the venom burning through my veins. But this is the first time a third person will be there. Heat pools low in my belly from the way Donovan’s eyes roam over my reclined form. Recalling how desperate I was for touch the night Nolan bit me twice, I hold out my arms to him.
“Want us both, hm?” Donovan purrs, a smile of dark promise playing on his full lips.
“I thought that… I mean I wouldn’t object to it,” I stutter, my blush spreading from the top of my head all the way down to the tips of my toes. “You were bitten twice, and I was…”
He laughs, a low rumble of sound, and leans down, bracing his hands on either side of me to drop a soft kiss on my lips. When he tries to stand back up, my arms wrap around his neck and prolong it, a happy hum vibrating within my throat. He groans, running his tongue along my lips until I open wide to him. The kiss deepens as he explores the inner recesses of my mouth, tasting of wet heat and the tang of hard alcohol. I let him lead this dance, following the ways his tongue strokes mine, offering up my bottom lip for him to suck and nibble, all while my hands slide along the large, sculpted muscles of his shoulders and arms.
When my lungs begin to burn with the need for air, we break apart. He pulls back far enough to look over at Nolan, his body trembling with signs of the strain. He’s not as in control as he looks.
With labored breaths, he says, “Don’t you have something you should be doing other than watching?”
Nolan clears his throat, his own breaths uneven. “Didn’t want to interrupt.”
“You won’t.” Donovan flashes him a cocky grin, and then leans in for another round.
While Donovan feasts on my lips, Nolan licks up the side of my neck, my skin tingling from the subtle numbing effects of his saliva, and then he pierces my flesh with the sharp points of his fangs. My fingers dig into the rock-hard muscles of Donovan’s upper arms as a moan rolls out of me like the distant crashing of an ocean wave. The bite burns through my veins, and my back arches under the extreme intensity of lust that ripples through my body.
Nolan’s hand slips into my hair, gripping tight, while his other arm wraps around me, my breasts resting against his forearm. Sounds of pure ecstasy rumble from within him as he feeds, his consumption of my blood similar to that of the first taste of ice-cold water to a man dying of thirst. He holds me like he’s terrified I’ll be stolen from him.
“You okay?” Donovan asks, his forehead pressed against mine.
“Yes,” I pant, not wholly sure it’s true.
With one bite, my body now cries to be touched, the venom feeling far more potent than ever before. Realizing my nails probably hurt with the way they are digging into Donovan’s skin, I drop them to my sides and fist the blankets instead.
Donovan shifts to sit on the edge of the bed and uncurls one of my hands from the comforter. Placing my hand flat against his chest, he murmurs, “It’s okay. You don’t have to fight it.” His voice drops an octave while he leads my hand farther down his torso. “Use me. I want you to.”
“By the goddess,” I whimper, the rough edge of his voice sending powerful shivers down my spine. My hand spreads wide against his abdomen, while my other grabs his hand and leads it under my shirt to my bare stomach. “Please… touch me.”
