Page 130 of Fae Farewells

That was a trap I wouldn’t fall for.

York slowly pumped into me. My eyes rolled back as I shook my head. Novak thrust up and my druid pulled out. Back and forth. Over and over…

Not hard enough, or fast enough.

Only giving me half of what I wanted.

“Trouble,” my vampire mumbled against my wrist.

“Don’t—Fuck,” I moaned.

I loved to hate this game. And I hated that I loved it.

Orgasmic torture wasn’t what I was planning when I stripped naked.

But I should have...

Novak thrived in chaos and trouble. York enjoyed pushing people and taking risks. They were both getting their fix right now.

If Novak didn’t bite York, I would.

They moved in tandem, driving me higher and higher but never letting me tip over the cliff on my own. After the eighth forced orgasm, Novak didn’t even need the venom. Just the feel of fangs sliding into my skin set me off.

I panted through number nine. My body was on fire, a twitching mess every time they touched me anywhere.

“Please,” I pleaded.

“Please, can you come again?” York guessed, whispering the words against my ear.

“N—”

Novak bit into my forearm, and tears pricked at my eyes. I couldn’t take it anymore. Not without a break. Too much pleasure was not the fun kind of pain.

But the pain fed my desires for more. And though I knew I was done, I wasn’t ready to stop.

It was a twisted loop.

“Are you done, Trouble? No more?”

I nodded, not trusting my mouth to say what my body was feeling.

“Say it,” Novak demanded.

“No.”

“She’s not done,” York said with a chuckle.

“Yes—”

“We know, Sweetheart.”

There was a casual rhythm between my druid and my vampire, like they had all day to fuck me senseless. But they picked up their speed. Novak rubbed against York as my druid pulled out. York slid against Novak, bumping the rings of his Jacob’s ladder through the thin skin between them.

One more bite.

One more orgasm.

I was fucking spent.