“I fucking love your throat, Killi . . .” he groans, staring down at me with glowing eyes.
I let him chase his pleasure, my eyes traveling between his face and Jacob’s tongue working on his nipple. I can’t believe my own eyes. They’re both the most stunning creatures I’ve ever seen, and I’m enjoying whatever this is so much more than I could have imagined.
“Fuck—I’m coming—” Damien drags me off him, pulling on my hair roughly.
Jacob’s hand quickly wraps around Damien’s length to stroke him. Our eyes meet briefly, a naughty smile tugging on the corners of his lips. His almond-brown irises glow beautifully as he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, waiting for Damien’s load. I simply stare, mesmerized and unable to move.
My heart races when Damien cries out, hot cum landing in Jacob’s mouth, whose inked fingers continue to milk Damien’s orgasm out of him. A deep groan escapes his throat while his eyes leave mine to lock on my brother’s. I can’t even breathe, hypnotized by the sight and Damien’s groans as his body shudders.
I’m pulled closer to Jacob by the hand that Damien still has tightly gripping my hair. Before I know it, I’m forcing my lips on Jacob’s. He kisses me back hungrily, sharing Damien’s taste with me.
“Damn you two . . .” Damien chuckles, finally letting go of my hair while Jacob and I continue to kiss like we’ve been starving to taste each other for ages. At least I know I was.
Jacob’s hands are on either side of my neck, pulling me closer. His touch is gentle and loving, and it feels better than I could have dreamed. I slowly become aware of the music coming from the TV fading into my mind, as well as Damien’s soft steps while he moves around the room. But I don’t want to let go of the man I’m tangled with. I don’t want this to end.
I pull Jacob into the cushions behind us, my hands running up his sides, exploring his inked skin as if they could memorize every single inch of him. Damien’s weight lands beside me, the warmth of his skin resting against my back as he wraps an arm around me. But he doesn’t pull me away from Jacob. He just holds me, leaving soft kisses on my shoulder and making me bristle.
Time seems to stretch, completely irrelevant while I sink into the comforting warmth of the bodies next to mine. The smell of blood and vampire sex impregnates everything around us. Jacob slowly parts his lips from mine, leaving me to feel cold without his tongue on mine. My eyes finally open to find a naughty smile on his face, there are drops of Damien’s blood all over him, his gaze darting from me to Damien.
“Fucking hell . . .” Jacob hisses between deep breaths. “You two are something else.” His laugh echoes in the room as his hand caresses my cheek, and I find myself leaning into his touch. “I don’t know what I expected coming here, but this definitely wasn’t it . . .”
“Oh, come on, Jacob.” Damien rests his head on my shoulder, his arm tightening around my waist. “Admit that you came here for this.”
Jacob looks serious at first, and I wonder if he’s going to lash out at Damien. But soon, he starts laughing again and leans in to kiss me, although it’s much shorter than I would have wanted. When he breaks the kiss, he turns to Damien and claims his lips too.
I stare at them with nothing but sheer fascination. There’s not a speck of jealousy in my body right now, which is probably the biggest surprise of the day. Instead, I feel my cock twitching as if it’s getting ready for another round.
“Does this mean you’ve forgiven me?” Damien asks when Jacob pulls back.
I stop breathing as Jacob’s eyes seem to glow brighter and his expression turns somber. My brother holds his stare, unwavering. The view of the Vegas skyline beside us distracts me for a few seconds; the night sky is dark, the stars failing to compete with the bright city lights. The silence around us is a bit awkward, and I’m sure there’s some kind of unspoken agreement between Damien and his ex-boyfriend that I’m missing out on.
“We’ll see about that,” Jacob says, finally.
Thirty-Three
Damien
My plan worked.
Not that I’m surprised, of course. I get away with all sorts of shit, but this time, I outdid myself. Our Vegas apartment smells heavily of vampire sex, all sweet and hot. A glorious mix of tangerine, honey, and musky maple syrup. It’s a recurring event by now; Jacob has been coming to visit us for weeks.
As I lie on my back, nestled between Killien’s and Jacob’s naked bodies, I can still feel their blood burning and tickling every corner of my insides. I feel heavy on the soft mattress, as if I’m floating in a cloud of soft white fabrics. Like everything else in this place, it’s comfortable and luxurious.
The bedroom is all modern hardwood floors, pristine white walls, a tall tufted headboard upholstered in black velvet, and black bedside tables with white marble tops. The calm and quiet that surrounds us almost lulls me to sleep, but I’m not tired enough.
Too bad Jacob is fast asleep, his heavy head resting on my right shoulder. Killien, however, is just as awake as I am. The tips of his fingers are drawing gentle circles on top of my hip bone. I’ve been trying to ignore his touch, because it makes me hard. I can never have enough of him. I’m dangerously addicted.
Killien’s soft ginger hair tickles my face as he makes himself comfortable, dragging his fingers up my waist until they rest on my neck. His beautiful brown eyes wander around my face, almost like he’s trying to memorize every single detail of my features. My heart warms up each time; no one has ever looked at me the way Killien does.
I place my hand under his chin and pull him in for a soft kiss. How could I not, when his eyes seem to glisten and burn with affection? It’s the type of thing that has nothing to do with vampire blood and its power; it’s just pure love.
As much as I like it when his irises glow in a beautiful array of brown and amber shades with hints of gold, I prefer the glistening darkness in them right now. It brings back something primal in me. It’s the consuming urge to possess him that has always been there, the overpowering admiration and desire for the only person who cared about me. My protector, my guide, my everything. Killien is my whole world. And he’s mine.
It’s us against the world.
“You’re frowning . . .” Killien whispers, once again inspecting my features like he’s Sherlock Holmes or something.
I pull him in for another kiss, gripping his jaw so tight that I might just leave a bruise behind. But that’s fine. I can do that, because he belongs to me, and it will fade away fast, anyway.Killien doesn’t protest. He just melts into my touch, like he always does, and parts his lips to let my tongue in.
