Page 123 of Dhampira

“What did I say?” he demanded, his voice low and rough.

Another wave crested, and I sobbed as the pressure between my legs became a battering ram, every pulse more brutal than the last. My head spun, and I groped for the right answer, but it flitted away.

“I don’t know!” I cried.

Lorcan grasped my jaw and twisted my gaze to his. His dark eyes glittered above me. Moonlight wreathed his head, and pink stained his cheekbones as his voice went lower than I’d ever heard it. “Do you want Vander’s mouth on you?”

“Yes,” I said at once, relief within my grasp. A hot tear slipped down my cheek as the pressure twisted into pain. “Gods, yes.”

Lorcan’s pulse fluttered in his throat. His erection pressed against my backside. He looked at my mouth, then dragged a rough thumb over my bottom lip.

“You want his tongue on your pussy?” he murmured.

My moan split the air. He muffled it with a firm hand over my mouth.

“Say it,” he ordered, his other hand tight on my hip. “Say it against my skin. Repeat every word.”

My body shook as I obeyed, my trembling voice muffled by his hand. And somehow, that was even more carnal than lying in his lap with arousal soaking my underclothes.

He kept his dark eyes locked with mine as he said, “Do it, Sir Vander. Make her come.”

Strong hands tossed up my skirts. Lorcan released my jaw, and I turned my gaze to Vander as he yanked my drawers down my legs and pushed my knees wide.

He caught his breath. Lorcan’s fingers flexed against my hip. Vander’s nostrils flared, and his freckles stood out against his flushed skin as he stared between my legs with bright silver eyes.

“Look at you, Princess,” he rasped, his voice almost reverent. Before I could puzzle it out, he groaned. Then he shoved my legs wider and plunged his mouth to my sex.

The first lash of his tongue bowed my spine. The second put a cry on my lips, and Lorcan clamped his hand over my mouth again.

“Quiet,” he said, his breath caressing my ear.

I tried to nod, but then Vander’s tongue circled my clit, and I sank my fangs into Lorcan’s palm to keep from screaming. Hot, rich blood hit my tongue, and it was better than wine. Better than any blood I’d tasted. It sparked against my throat, the rush like sunlight playing over water.

Lorcan cursed as he jerked away his hand. “No biting,” he rasped, then grabbed my chin and forced my mouth to his. The men kissed me together, one thrusting his tongue against mine as the other stroked his around and around my clit.

My body jolted, lightning bolts of pleasure frazzling through me. Vander growled and pushed his face deeper into my pussy, sucking and licking like a parched man finally led to water. He worked his tongue up and down my folds and around my clit, biting and stroking as I sobbed into Lorcan’s mouth. It was so good and too much and yet still not enough. I shook with need, my hips bucking of their own accord.

“No,” Lorcan muttered against my lips. He hooked an arm under one of my knees and wrenched my thigh to my shoulder. “Let him in. Let him taste you.”

Vander’s growl of approval vibrated from my clit to my opening, which gaped under Lorcan’s uncompromising grip. Vander thrust his tongue inside me, and I panted against Lorcan’s mouth as my orgasm hovered just out of reach.

“More,” I growled, desperation cresting with my need. Tearing my mouth from Lorcan’s, I seized Vander’s hair and forced his lips to my clit.

He moaned against me, sending more vibrations through my body. He flattened his tongue against the swollen point of my desire. Then he pushed a long finger inside me while he sucked hard.

Release beckoned. I strained forward, grinding my pussy against Vander’s mouth. Shame didn’t exist. Just this. Just this, this, this. Tension built, something inside me ready to snap.

“I can’t—” I gasped, my fingers tight in Vander’s hair. “I need—”

“Take it,” Lorcan ordered. “Take what you need.”

The orgasm slammed into me, stretching my mouth on a silent scream. Pleasure coursed through me in searing waves. My fingers twisted in Vander’s hair. It must have hurt, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as I flew into a million pieces.

He didn’t seem to care, either, his growls lifting around me as he sucked and nipped my clit. Just as I grew too sensitive, he pressed a final kiss to my heated flesh and drew back.

I panted in Lorcan’s arms, my body boneless and my skirts bunched up around my waist. Tremors rippled through me as I fluttered down from my release. I’d lost a slipper, and one of the ribbons holding my stocking in place had come undone. Vander swiped a hand over his glistening mouth. Then he tied the ribbon, his callused fingers rasping against the silk. When he finished, he patted the bow, his auburn lashes sweeping up as he met my stare.

Awareness returned like cold water splashing my face. The knight I’d drained slumped on his side a dozen feet away, his cloak spread around him like blood. His body was still, his skin already turning gray. My ruined drawers lay beside him, the lace ripped from Vander’s rough treatment.