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Kole slicks his fingers then begins to tease my nipples.
On the screen, Luther stands and removes his pants. Then he takes his cock in his hand, fisting it hard. The way I would if he was here right now.
Behind me, Kole moans loudly. His lips graze my neck. Lips, then teeth.
“Drink,” I tell him, using my spare hand to hold his head in place. “Take whatever you need.”
He doesn’t need telling twice.
A loud cry parts my lips as his sharpened canines pierce my flesh.
Luther’s groans fill the room and merge with ours.
I press the vibrations harder against my clit.
The heat starts to build. Fire, and power, and passion, threatening to burst from my body and burn the hotel to the ground.
I latch onto it, pin it down, keep it inside.
My body coils, I drop the vibrator and lean forward, bracing my hands on Kole’s trunk-like thighs.
He moves with me, still drinking.
My vision blurs.
Luther yells, and I open my eyes to see white hot cum drenching his hand and his shaft.
When I come, Kole bites down harder.
He holds me close to his chest, thrusting viciously inside me as blood trickles down between my breasts. Then he grabs me, flips me over and positions himself between my legs.
Now I’m on my back, he licks the blood from my chest. Swirls his tongue over my nipples, and reaches down to coax my clit into a second orgasm while he comes inside me.
From behind us, on the dresser, Luther says, “Next time, we’ll try the clamps.”
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Before he hangs up, when Kole and I are tangled together beneath the sheets and I’m holding the phone so it feels almost as if Luther is with us, he says, “I need to tell you both something.”
I sit up, resting on my elbow and angle the phone so I can see him better. “What is it? Are you both okay?”
I haven’t asked where Sam is or why he wasn’t on the phone too.
“We’re fine. Sam’s fine. The town’s fine.” Luther clears his throat. “For now.”
Wrapping an arm around my waist, sitting behind me, Kole tugs me closer and peers over my shoulder so he can see Luther too. “What’s going on, Luther?”
Exhaling loudly, Luther clicks a flame into his palm.
Click.
Gone.
Click.
Gone.
