“You’ll take what I give you and you’ll thank me for it,” Zeke orders, using that low, demanding voice that has me crumbling.
I bite down on my lip, desperate to beg for more. But I nod slowly. “Thank you,” I whisper.
He smirks up at me. “Good girl.” He leans in to wrap his hands around my hips. The heavy weight of him against me only makes me want him more. And without any other warning, he dives in and devours me. I moan loudly, Sterling tilting my head and giving me twin marks as he sinks his fangs into the other side of my neck.
I stop existing, stop noticing anything other than the sensations bombarding me. Zeke’s tongue fucks in and out of me, his fingers finding my clit easily. Sterling’s fingers don’t leave my nipples as he drinks from me. It’s enough to drive anyone mad.
But then Zeke switches his mouth and his fingers, clamping down on my clit and sucking hard. I cry out, nearlyscreaming as the pain melts into pleasure. And then his mouth is gone entirely. His fingers pump in and out of me and I try to lift my head to see what he’s doing, but Sterling holds me firm.
I cry out again when Zeke’s fangs tear into the inner flesh of my thigh. Both of them are drinking from me now, and I can’t take it.
“Ezekiel,” I pant, trying to explain to him that he needs to stop. It’s too much, too intense. But it only spurs him on, crooking his fingers and hitting some spot deep inside of me.
Zeke brings his other hand between my legs, sliding through my fluids and bringing them down towards my ass, before pressing his thumb into my tight entrance, working past the ring of muscle. I come apart around his fingers, my body exploding with pleasure, more than I’ve ever known before. My vision goes black. I see stars. And I’m sure if I opened my eyes I’d find that I am no longer in this realm but somewhere ascended with the gods.
“Like I said.” I hear Zeke snicker. “A greedy cunt.”
I open one eye lazilly, lifting a hand to flip him a middle finger before collapsing against Sterling. He unlatches from my neck, chuckling behind me. The vibration of his chest courses through my body.
“You think she can take more?” Sterling asks.
This has me opening both eyes, looking breathlessly up at Sterling. “More?”
“Oh, Angel,” Zeke shakes his head as he crawls over my body to come face to face with me. “You have no idea. That was merely a warm-up.”
Iswallow hard. Zeke is so close to me, a predatory glint in his eye. Something that tells me he’s been taking it easy on me so far. I force air into my lungs—slow, steady breaths that do little to calm the nerves taking over me.
“I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen now.” Zeke leans in, nipping at my ear. And I can’t help but feel like this is his way of affording me a moment to breathe. A moment to say no, if I need it.
I let loose a shaky breath, looking up at him as he pulls back. I hope he can see how much I don’t want him to stop, how much I need all of whatever he will give me.
“I’m going to position you where we need you. And you aren’t going to argue, you aren’t going to move." He nods to Sterling behind me. "You're going to let Sterling and I fuck both of those pretty, tight holes of yours.”
My mouth drops open, taken back by the crudeness of his words. It shouldn’t surprise me. It’s all Zeke, the bluntness, the vulgarity. But I’m reluctant to admit how much it turns me on to hear him speak this way towards me. There’s no sugarcoating, no twisting the truth because he doesn’t think I can take it. There’s nothing but true, honest—albeit lustfilled—intent in his words.
“And because I am a male of my word, I will feed from him while we do it.”
I gasp, a quiet sound that barely registers in my own ears. A smile snakes its way across his lips as he watches my reaction to his words. He leans in, pressing his lips against mine as his hand slips behind my lower back. He lifts me up, without breaking the kiss, as Sterling slides out from behind me. Zeke sighs into my mouth, resting his forehead against mine when he pulls away.
“Consider this my final apology, Angel. For everything I’ve done.”
“It’s already forgiven, Zeke—” But he lifts a finger to my lips, cutting me off.
“Don’t. Don’t say it. Not tonight. Just let me show you how deeply I desire you. And don’t afford me the pleasure of forgiveness till I’ve finished. Because I don’t deserve it. Not yet.”
My heart aches for him. For as much self-deprecation as I have poisoning my head, I know Zeke has even more. The three of us have so much brokenness here.So much pain and judgement about our own flaws and shortcomings. And just like Sterling, I long to tend to Zeke’s wounds. But he’s too stubborn to let anyone else care for him. Too possessive of control to allow anyone glimpse those more vulnerable parts of himself.
But tonight has felt like a step in the right direction. And once he feeds from Sterling, we will be each other’s equals. In every way. He may refuse to accept my forgiveness yet, but nothing is stopping me from silently vowing to spend as long as it takes mending those wounds in him. To help him heal as he has begun to help me.
That’s what we are for each other.
Safety. Healing. Acceptance.
And I realize I don’t just mean the three of us. Aamon and Quinn too. All of us. Whatever this is, it’s a path forward. A path to a better reality. A home none of us have ever had before.
Zeke lays me back down on the bed, turning me on my side. Sterling faces him on his knees just before me, pushing my legs up so that the back of my thighs are pressed against the side of his body.
“Gods, you are so beautiful,” Sterling says, stroking my thigh.
