I’m obsessed with their differences. Riven’s grip is firm and constant. Luca holds me gently and never stops moving. His thumb caresses my cheek, then the swell of my breast, before stroking my pelvis as he uses my hips for leverage.
The contrasts are turning me into a boneless heap.
With Malach writhing against my tongue, and Ciprian squirming helplessly under Alistair’s forearm, it’s a sensation overload, and I can’t hold back. My inner muscles spasm.
My orgasm sets off a chain reaction. My toes curl before every muscle in my body relaxes. Luca and Riven increase theirpace, fucking me in tandem, and I spasm again, drenching them as waves of ecstasy roll over me. My pussy gets so tight, it forces them both out. A second later, they’re coating my belly and ass with cum.
Collapsing forward, I swallow more of Malach than I was ready for and gag. He groans, burying his fingers in my hair as he comes. I swallow as fast as I can while making a mental note:Malach likes rough head.I file that away, already thinking about sneaking away with him and teasing him until he loses control and fucks my face.
Calloused hands land on my waist, pulling me away from Malach’s softening dick.
“Careful,” Ciprian says. “She’s dripping cum, and I don’t want to spend all night wrestling with fitted sheets.”
I giggle, but it’s too late to avoid changing the bedding. I squirted... a lot, and I’m not about to play rock, paper, scissors to decide who sleeps in the wet spot.
I spent my time in the shower earlier sorting my priorities, and the reality is, I could die soon. Since fucking five guys isn’t the sort of thing one does the night before a duel to the death, tonight was the night.
I’m fastidious, but I’m also practical: changing the sheets can wait until we’re done.
Climbing off Luca, I flip onto my back and wink at Ciprian. “After,” I tell him. “We can change them after.”
The annoyed expression he was aiming at Luca and Riven melts away and he kisses me. His tongue tangles with mine, hot and sweet and teasing, until I’m chasing it with every stroke. “You are so fucking hot, babe. Two at once, while licking Malach like a lollipop?” He bites my lip. “I’ll be recreating it in nightmare form for the next thirty years while I jack off.”
I kiss his chin. “Why bother when we can do it live?”
Ciprian’s brow furrows. “You’ll be sore.”
I will be sore. I already am, if I’m being honest, but nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want. Not tonight.
I cradle Ciprian’s jaw and stare into his black eyes. I have to look closely to tell his pupil from his iris. Eyes this black should be cold, but his are the opposite. Ciprian Casanell burns hotter than flame. He feels things deeply. It’s obvious, if you know where to look—and I’m never going to look away.
“I want you,” I tell him firmly. “Even if I’m sore. Even if I’m tired. You’re never too much, Ciprian, not for me.”
Two pink splotches appear on the apples of his cheeks. “Okay, fine, but let the record show that you wore me down.”
I wrap my legs around his hips, hook my crossed ankles above his ass, and moan as he sinks inside me. It’s usually difficult to take Ciprian, but after having Riven and Luca at the same time, I’m plenty warmed up.
Ciprian’s eyelashes flutter, and he kisses my neck. “You lay there and relax,” he says. “I’ll do the work.”
And gods, does he ever.
With his hands wrapped around my knees, he holds me exactly where he wants me as he thrusts inside me.
My next orgasm is softer and slower. I let myself enjoy every second of it; my eyes rolling back in my head as pleasure pulls me under. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but there’s something different about being with them. My pleasure is easier and more intense—the trust we share outside the bedroom enhancing everything that happens inside it.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of loving them. Knowing I have five partners watching my back who are willing to wring every drop of pleasure from my body while they’re at it? It’s everything I wasn’t brave enough to want. Until now.
I wish my mom knew. Not about how thoroughly I’m getting fucked, but that I’m happy and cared for without limits, in a way that defies reason.
Ciprian stiffens and comes inside me, smothering me with kisses. I moan into his mouth, only to have it ripped away from me as Alistair removes Ciprian and takes his place. Red eyes feral, he’s barely clinging to sanity. I shiver as he stares down at me. “I’ve waited my turn,” he grits the words through clenched teeth. “Quite patiently, angel. Have mercy.”
Because I can and because he loves it, I shove him onto his back and climb on top. Hovering above him, I tease his cock by rubbing it against my dripping entrance.
I’m going to feel this tomorrow, but I want Ali to snap. He’s right on the edge... a little more teasing ought to?—
He grabs my shoulders and wrenches me down.
We both hiss as he bottoms out—me from the rough change of pace after Ciprian’s careful attention, and Ali from the delight of taking what he wants. It’s not that Alistair cares about me less; he’s just a vampire, and I’m into it.
