“Oh gods,” she whimpers, her body roiling with need as she bucks against my face.
“Uh uh,” I hum against her clit, and she jerks at the sensation. “Only my name on those lips, Angel.” I close my lips over her sensitive bundle of nerves and suck. Hard.
“Fuck, Aamon,” she cries out, already close. I can feel the build of it in her, the hum of energy in her blood as it connects to mine. It makes me feral, starved, and I lap against her, taking my fill.
“You’re mine now, Evangeline. When you laugh, when you feed, when you fuck. Remember whose you are.”
She cries out, climaxing with reckless abandon. I pull away just enough to bite my palm and squeeze the crimson liquid over her core, returning quickly enough to lap it up along with her wetness.
It’s my penance for turning her, a small offering back to her after I violated her so fully. It does little to make up for my actions, but the ritual feels necessary. The mixing of her fluids with my own. She is bloodbound to me now, and nomatter how much the actions that led us here sicken me, I find myself desperate to finish the rite.
I rise, taking my time to crawl over her. “Open,” I say through the mouthful. She obeys without question as I spit the mixture into her mouth, her eyes rolling back into her head when the blood hits her tongue.
“A reward, for being so obedient,” I praise. She moans in appreciation as I reach between her legs, pumping my fingers in and out of her as she rides the aftershocks of her orgasm. “That’s what we taste like together, Angel. Fucking honey-dipped blasphemy."
And as wrong as it is, as wrong as we are, I crave its sweet damnation.
Her mouth falls open, her hips moving in rhythm with my hand as she begins to build again. And I know the words she wants to say before she speaks them, the agreement in her eyes and the way her body is responding to my touch. But before she has the chance to voice any of it, the door swings open and I look up to find a very stunned and very angry Quinn.
I’m hanging on Aamon’s every word, sinking into the feeling of his fingers inside me. I want every bit of him that he'll willingly give me. I didn’t know how bad I wanted it. Needed it. But now that we’ve crossed that line, I’m frantically chasing all of him. The taste of him, of us, dances across my tongue. I feel drunk off the sensation.
Aamon’s head whips up suddenly and I croon my neck backwards against the bed to follow his gaze.
Quinn's here, standing in the doorway.
My vision swims at the angle and I have to close my eyes for a moment to keep the room from spinning. Fuck, maybe I am drunk.
“What in the seven hells is this?” he asks, staring downat us.
“It wasaboutto be round two, before you rudely interrupted.” There’s a challenge in Aamon’s reply, and the boys exchange a look.
“No, fuck that,” Quinn growls. And I’m about to respond—to say I’m okay and he doesn’t need to worry about me. That I want this. But then he’s stepping into the room and kicking the door closed behind him. “Not without me.”
He tosses something onto the dresser. A bag of blood? Then he steps up to the other edge of the bed, pulling his white T-shirt over his head and unbuckling his jeans. I let my gaze fall back to Aamon, who's watching both me and Quinn with a wild look in his eye. Then, slowly, a wicked grin creeps across his lips.
Fear tingles at the base of my spine—the kind that brings a smile to your lips, the kind you’re tempted to chase after to see what it’s all about. The kind that could ruin you, if you’re not careful.
“Open that mouth again, Angel,” Aamon orders. And slowly, I comply, leaning back towards Quinn as he frees himself from the restriction of his jeans. He leans over me, teasing my lips with the tip of his long, hard cock. My mouth waters on reflex and I dart my tongue out, running it over his underside.
“Fucking hells,” Quinn breathes. His head lobs back at the feel of my tongue teasing him. “Have you taken her mouth yet, Aamon?”
“No,” he growls, and I hear the promised intent missing from his answer.Not yet.I grin, staring at him across the bed.
“Hey now,” Quinn chides. He reaches down, wrapping my hair around his hand and tugging roughly so my face is tipped back towards him. “Don’t get distracted. He doesn’t getallof your attention. Not anymore.”
I smirk, opening my mouth to work him deeper in response. I gasp when I feel Aamon’s fingers return to my core, dancing skillfully over my clit, in rhythm with my movements against Quinn. I moan against him, pulling a growl from his chest, as I marvel at the way our bodies work in harmony. It’s effortless, the three of us together.
Quinn leans over, grabbing the pillow at the head of the bed and throwing it towards Aamon. He catches it easily, sliding a hand under my ass and lifting me just enough to place the pillow beneath me.
“Gotta take care of those hips,” Quinn explains, winking down at me. I let my mouth pop off of him to argue that I don’t need taking care of, but Aamon is suddenly teasing my entrance with his cock and my eyes find him again, completely naked at the edge of the bed and settling between my knees with vicious intensity. My hands instinctually fly to Quinn’s thighs behind me and I sink my fingers against him as Aamon presses into me, holding on for dear life as his hips rock slowly forward.
He’s so large, it takes a moment for me to get used to him—a moment he doesn’t actually give me before picking up a steady rhythm. “Aamon,” I shudder. I bite down on my lip, letting him pump into me several times before I have the wherewithal to return to my duties against Quinn’s cock.
With every inch Aamon sinks into me, the deeper I take Quinn.
“Don’t come yet,” Aamon orders. And I don’t know if he’s talking to me or Quinn. But then Quinn steps back, the sudden absence of him in my mouth pulling a moan of protest from my lips. He drops to his knees beside the bed, cradling my head against his chest.
“Watch him,” Quinn says. I obey, opening my eyes to watch as Aamon moves steadily between my legs, like the changing of the tides. Back and forth, in and out. As if nature itself has orchestrated the synchronicity of his movements. One hand drops to my clit while the other wraps behind my ass and pulls me further into him. I let my head fall back against Quinn. “Beautiful, isn’t he?” Quinn whispers in my ear. “Both of you are. Together, like this? I’ve thought about it nearly every day since we found you out on the outskirts of the city.”
