Zeke’s eyes travel to Sterling behind me, his head tilting in question.
“Don’t look at me, Ezekiel. I’ve been dying to taste her blood from the first moment I set eyes on her.” As if to punctuate this confession, Sterling leans forward and nips at the curve of my neck. I jump in surprise but melt into him as his bite turns into a soft kiss. He pulls away, looking back to Zeke. “So what do you say?”
Zeke sits back on his heels, his eyes bouncing from me to Sterling and back. He folds his arms over his chest and is silent for a painful few moments. So long that I wonder if he may actually deny us. But then his eyes twinkle with mischief, his lips curving up in a sinister grin.
“I say fuck yes.” And before I can react, his lips are crashing against mine as Sterling’s fangs sink into my neck. I try to cry out at the sudden sting of pain, but the sound is muffled against Zeke’s mouth. He uses the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue claiming me.
My eyes roll back as Sterling’s mouth closes around the wound on my neck, sucking deeply at the blood that’s flowing there. I’m met with the same sensation I had when Zeke accepted my offering, heat racing through my body and settling in my core.
My hands are desperate to feel Zeke against me and I reach for him, digging my fingers into his waistbandand pulling him towards me. I vaguely register his husky chuckle as I fumble with the button of his jeans. Thank the gods he’s already discarded his belt, making my job that much easier.
Sterling unlatches from my neck, wrapping his hand around my throat and pulling me back against him. “Fuck, Angel. You taste absolutely divine. Even better than I could have possibly imagined.”
“She does, doesn’t she?” Zeke agrees, lifting my wrist to his mouth. His fangs gleam in the darkness of the bedroom, just a flash before he sinks them into my skin. I open my mouth to cry out, but the pain slips away, replaced by a moan.
Zeke pulls off a moment later, licking his bloodstained lips. “Like the heavens and hells collided.”
Heat stains my cheeks, my gaze averting. But Zeke isn’t having it, and gestures for Sterling to turn my face back to him. He reaches forward, stripping my skirt. “How does it feel?” he asks, teasing the small strip of fabric down my legs and delicately lifting each of my ankles to let it fall away.
“How does what feel?” I ask, my voice more breathy than I mean for it to be.
“To have us both bound to you, Angel.” Sterling’s hand leaves my throat, traveling down between the valley of my breasts. He fingers the hem of my top, lifting it to reveal the lacy bralette Aamon had thrown in my bag for me.Knowing what I know now, I can’t help but wonder if he chose this one intentionally.
“I think our girl has gotten a bit distracted,” Zeke purrs. He leans forward, flattening his palm against my rib cage. He hooks two fingers under the band of my undergarment, shoving it up roughly and freeing my breasts. He leans in, cupping one in his hand and running his tongue over the peak. “Or perhaps,” he says, looking up at me through his long, black lashes. “She just didn’t hear you.”
Sterling leans in behind me, nipping at my lobe. “We asked,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear, "how it feels to have us both bound to you. To feel our power meld with yours, to feel the control you hold over us. Our blood now bends to your will, Angel.”
I close my eyes, taking a moment to acknowledge the weight of what they are surrendering to me. I can feel it then—the call of their blood, its desire to answer to me.
"It feels incredible," I say breathlessly."Empowering."
When I open my eyes again, it’s with a renewed sense of power, strength, and certainty.
“There she is,” Zeke hums in approval.
“Our girl.” Sterling beams with pride.
I nearly burst with a fresh set of tears at their emotions. It’s not just that I can see them, understand them. I canfeelthem running through me. Feel the way their blood responds to me and mine. It’s pure ecstacy, experiencing them like this.
And I need more.
I reach forward, guiding Zeke out of his jeans. I lift to my knees, offering Sterling the space to remove his own. I don’t even have to say the command before they're both already obeying.
Zeke obliges me, helping free his legs from his pants, then his boxers. He flattens his palm against my sternum, laying me back on the bed. To my surprise, a fully naked Sterling is ready and waiting for me. My back presses against his abdomen, the hard length of him sitting perfectly against the seam of my ass. I gasp, craning my head backwards to get a good look at him.
Sterling snakes his hand over my chest, playing with my nipples. “Do you remember our first night together? I seem to recall us being in a very similar position,” he croons into my ear.
I nod, letting my eyes close as my head tilts to the side to make room for him. He licks over the wound already healing on my neck, tracing a line of kisses up to my ear, when I cry out in surprise as Zeke slaps my clit. My head instantly snaps up to look at him.
“Had to make sure you weren't forgetting about me." He smirks, lowering himself between my thighs. I gasp as he licks me. “Fuck, Angel. You are positively soaked already.”
“Doesn’t she taste fucking amazing?” Sterling asks, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Zeke hums against me in agreement. “Almost as good as her blood.” He lifts his head, looking at me over the planesof my body and licks his lips, making me arch my back and push my hips towards him. “Not only delicious, but a greedy cunt at that?” He raises an eyebrow at me as my hips roll again, desperate for more friction between my legs. “My favorite kind.”
“Please,” I beg, inching down the bed to get closer to him.
Sterling wraps his arms around me, hiking me back up against him. “Uh uh. Not so fast.”
