He sets up a rhythm that has me panting, and I can’t take my gaze off of him pleasuring himself. I’m not even aware that I’m struggling to get to him until the grips on my wrists and ankles tighten, and I growl in annoyance at being denied.
Stanton lines his cock up at my entrance, rubbing the head of his erection against my clit, and my body is no longer my own as I arch up against him, seeking more. Black eyes lock on mine, and something inside me snaps at his teasing.
Even as I lunge toward Stanton, the bindings on me gone, he thrusts forward and impales me on his cock in one swift move. My arms are around his neck, my legs around his waist, and he’s knocked back onto his heels. I don’t think, just react, and my fangs sink deep into his throat. Blood spills into my mouth, and I instantly orgasm. Even as I drink him down, Stanton pounds into me, his vampire strength allowing him to move faster than humanly possible, his movements a blur as he hammers his cock into me relentlessly. If I were human, he would destroy my pussy with his aggression, and I’m fucking loving every second of it.
I don’t even come down from my second—or is it my third or fourth orgasm at this point? I can’t remember—before I’m drowning in another. A connection snaps into place between us, and my fangs instantly retract when I feel the golden bonds from him take root in my soul.
His penis swells, then jerks as he finds his own release, and I lazily lick at the tiny pinpricks on his neck, slowly riding him until I strangle every last drop from his cock.
When he’s done, I melt against him, feeling complete for the first time in my life.
I’m where I belong.
Grunts echo around me, and I crack open my eyes to see the most glorious sights—each of my mates stroking themselves into orgasm, ropes of their ejaculation decorating the carpeting of the vehicle. I bite my lip at the sexy image of them with their heads tossed back in passion, and I pout when their cum goes to waste and I don’t get a chance to even taste them.
“Next time,” Tobias rumbles, obviously reading my naughty thoughts.
I narrow my eyes on him, not easily appeased. “Promise?”
His gorgeous blue eyes darken, and he licks his bottom lip as he eyes me up and down. “The next time I get you alone, I’ll fill you so full of my cum that you can bathe in it.”
His vulgar talk should disgust me, but part of me loves his dirty words.
Stanton doesn’t protest the flirting, just cuddles me close, his grip a little too tight. When I try to lean away to get a closer look at him, he buries his head into my neck and growls. Despite just having sex, his erection is still hard and heavy where it’s buried deep in my pussy. He’s doing something that has his cock flexing inside me, and it instantly has my body aching for him to take me again.
I moan, my hips moving of their own volition. I almost whimper, the sensations too much, and I catch Tobias staring at me with a little smirk. Not liking Stanton’s silence, it takes all my willpower to still my movements. “Something’s wrong.”
Castle snorts, but it’s Tobias who smothers his laugh and answers. “Stanton is trying to fight going into a rut. When he says he would keep you locked in a room for a week, that’s a conservative time frame. The combination of your blood and sex is irresistible to him.”
“That’s the easy answer,” Milo mutters, his face taking on a slight red tinge. “Claiming a mate can be disconcerting for a vampire. After two millennia of silence, his heart is beating again. It’s loud and unsettling at first. It’s everything.”
Only then do I realize Milo isn’t embarrassed by the conversation—he’s reliving the time when his own heart restarted—but concern has my lust fading slightly. “Is my blood different?” When the men don’t answer, my anxiety ratchets up another notch, and I can barely speak above a whisper. “What effect does my blood have on you?”
* * *
TOBIAS
As much as I loved watching Jolie being thoroughly fucked and pleasured by one of her mates, my gut knots when her face blanches with genuine fear. I glare at Stanton, waiting for him to release her, but the poor fucker is barely holding his shit together. “Stanton?”
Though phrased as a question, it’s more of a warning. If he doesn’t let her go, I’m taking her, even if I have to fight him to do it.
“Take her,” Stanton speaks through gritted, his voice guttural.
I don’t hesitate to slip my hand around her waist and yank her to my chest. Springing away, I take a seat at the far side of the vehicle, putting as much distance between them as possible. Milo immediately tries to placate the angry vampire, while Castle stands guard between the vampires and our mate.
Jolie twists in my lap, worry bleaching the vibrancy from her normally sparkling brown eyes. “What does my blood do to those who drink it?”
“There is absolutely nothing wrong with your blood.” I lean down and steal a kiss, the need to soothe her impossible to ignore. “In fact, you taste divine. I suspect that’s the problem—you put normal blood to shame. It hits Stanton harder because he’s older. He’s never tasted anything like you, and it’s hitting him like a drug.”
Jolie nibbles on her bottom lip, and I reach up and free the abused flesh. “Don’t distract me,” I order, my voice gruff.
A delicate blush fills her cheeks, and my chest puffs up that I could take her mind off her worries. With her so near, the smell of sex clouds my mind, and I grit my teeth to keep from being sidetracked. “Ask your questions.”
Jolie wilts, curling against me like a kitten, her voice muffled against my chest, as if she’s afraid to speak her fears out loud. “What if there are consequences to taking my blood that we don’t know about?”
I grab her chin and force her to look up at me. I’m not one for soft words, my charm nonexistent, but Jolie makes me want to try. “Your blood has boosted our abilities. If anything, we’re stronger and faster because of you. The only consequence I can think of is that you’re almost too addicting.”
I don’t give her time to worry more and nod toward Castle. The wolf immediately heads right toward Jolie with a determined expression on his face. He comes to a stop at her feet and leans back on his haunches. “We’ve almost reached the gathering. Allow me to clean you, mysæta.”
