“You’ve told me,” I remind him through raspy breaths. “In the red rooms, remember?”
He tsks, lowering his head to the hollow of my neck and kissing softly. “I told you I’d touched myself to the taste of you. I didn’t mention anything about Aamon.” He lifts hishead again, winking at Aamon and then snaking a hand over my chest.
I gasp when he slips his hand inside my bra and clamps down on the peak of my breast, rolling his thumb over my nipple. The sensation goes straight to my clit, which is already throbbing with need.
“Now, listen closely, Angel,” Quinn drawls in a saccharine voice. “First, you’ll come for him.” He gestures to Aamon, who picks up his ferocity between my legs, winding me even tighter. “Then, you’ll come for me.” His voice is positively dripping with desire and I cling to his promise as I barrel closer to my climax. “How does that sound?”
“I—” I gasp, trying to explain that I’m already so close, but it's too late. Whatever is winding tight inside me snaps all at once. I come apart between them, crying out as my hands find Quinn’s hair. I thrust my hips deep against Aamon, making him bottom out. He falls forward, coming with me and holding me tight as he buries his face in my hair, splayed out on the bed around me.
“My turn.” Quinn grins. I barely have time to come down from the high of my second orgasm before Quinn scoops me out from underneath Aamon. He switches positions with me, sitting on the edge of the now empty bed and settling me in his lap, facing me away from him.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but his hand finds my clit immediately and I grab onto his thighs as I try to steadymyself from the shock quickly rolling through my body. It’s too much, I can’t take it. Not so soon after. But Quinn pushes on, stroking lazy circles at my center.
“I want him to watch us,” Quinn explains against the shell of my ear. He nods forward to Aamon, who has lowered himself into the chair beside the bed. There’s a decent bit of distance between us. Enough so that I can’t touch him.
“He likes to watch, you know that right, Angel? Our leader loves a show. Has he shared all of those deep dark desires with you yet?”
I shake my head, too enthralled by Aamon’s intent gaze piercing through me to talk. Those dark, heavy eyes pin me in place—so full of secrets and violence. And yet I want to crack him, want him to share it all with me, no matter how dark or vile his secrets may be.
His tall, muscular form is haphazardly draped against the small chair, bare-naked. I take this moment to really look at the ink covering nearly every inch of his form, letting my eyes dance over the various images—snakes, birds, runes and gods know what else— flowing up his arms and legs, over his chest, and dipping low into the shadows of his lap.
“Well,” Quinn chuckles and I can feel his warm breath against the curve of my shoulder. “We’ll have to educate you, then.” We’re moving again. He leans back on the bed, nudging me to turn and face him now. I do as he instructs and as I center myself over him, his hard, warm length presses against my core.
I want to moan, want to take all of him just as I took Aamon. But part of me worries what will happen once this night is over, the smallest bit of hesitation creeping in.
“Hey.” Quinn brushes a lock of hair behind my ear, cupping my jaw in his palm. “Do we need to take a break?” His thumb caresses my cheek. But the only thing that feels worse than this night ending is it ending before I’ve been able to take both AamonandQuinn.
“No,” I rush to say. “I just . . . this is so perfect. I don’t want it to end.”
“End?” Quinn quirks an eyebrow. “Angel, you’re stuck with us. Aamon explained it to you, right?” He cocks his head to the side to look past me, to Aamon. “Not just what you are now, but what it means? Being bloodbound?”
I nod, swallowing hard at the mention of blood. I drank so much from Aamon, and yet I’m somehow still famished. My eyes flick to the bag of blood Quinn brought in.
Quinn’s finger turns my chin back towards him. “Not yet, Angel. If you’re hungry, you drink from me. Understand?”
“Quinn,” Aamon warns from behind me. I look over my shoulder to find him. His face is hard, but he’s stroking his length lazily as he watches the interaction between me and Quinn play out.
“Enough, Aamon. If she’s bloodbound to you, then she's as good as bound to me, too. Might as well make it official.” He smiles up at me, a question lingering in his gaze. I still don’t fully understand what it means—to be bound by blood. But if it means agreeing to a lifetime between them, then I know it’s what I want. This feeling, this power, whatever exists between us—I never want to give it up.
“Yes,” I whisper, watching in wonder as he brings his palm to his lips, just as Aamon had when he was between my thighs. He bites against the flesh there, his canines sinking until they break flesh. And he’s barely pulled his hand away from his mouth, barely even so much as offered it to me before I’m drinking from his palm.
A new wave of ecstasy rolls through me as my tongue comes in contact with his blood. He tastes different than Aamon. Similar in some ways, rich and luscious, but there’s a warmth to it that wasn’t there before. I lap it up, sucking down every last drop and clamping on tighter as Quinn sinks his cock into me. The melding of both sensations is blinding, my vision going white with the amount of pleasure bursting through me.
Perhaps I never made it out of this bed, out of whatever plane I existed in after the Arcane tried to take me. Because in this moment, I’m sure I’ve died, and this must be heaven.
“Thank him,” Quinn orders.
“What?” I ask, pulling away from his hand. I lick my lips, sure they are stained red, but Quinn pulls me down to his mouth and presses his lips against mine, cleaning them with his own tongue.
“Thank him for turning you,” he says again when he releases me. “He needs to hear you say it. Needs to know you don’t blame him for what happened.”
“I don’t blame—”
“So thank him,” Quinn repeats. He lifts his hips, rocking into me. My head lobs back at the sudden pressure against my clit.
“Thank you, Aamon,” I cry out. I try to turn to find him, but Quinn is quick to grab my neck. “No, Angel. Eyes on me. I told you, he can’t have all the attention anymore.” He wraps his hand around my throat, the sticky feel of his blood coating my skin. Marking me as his own. “Now, lean forward and put that ass up for me. Can you do that?”
I nod, leaning into him and lifting my ass. I glide up over his length, taking him slow and easy. His face contorts with the motion and he lets out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating beneath me. “That’s right, Angel. Ride me. Slow and steady. Because when I take control, you’re going to be begging me to take it easy on you.”
