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Thornfield sighs at the word fuck.

“I told him I don’t.” I duck out of his grip and fling out my arms as my wings surge to life.

“Incredible…” Thornfield breathes, taking in the flickering fire that now fills the corridor, staring at me as my flames dance over his shadow-tinged features.

“But I’d like him to fuck you while I watch.”

Kole and Thornfield lock eyes. Something passes between them that I can’t read, but then I notice Thornfield assessing Kole’s body. Remnants of my blood paint his skin. With his hair loose, he is irresistible.

“That is an acceptable compromise.” Thornfield slowly unfastens his shirt, pulls it free from his muscled frame, and throws it to the floor. Perfectly chiseled torso exposed, he stares at Kole. “What say you, seer?” He glances down at his own stomach, at the trail of hair leading from his belly button down below the waistband of his pants.

Without pausing even for a second, Kole strides forward and slams his hand around Thornfield’s throat.

A gasp parts my lips. I lean back against the wall, breath shaking in my chest, skitters of arousal skating down my spine.

Thornfield smiles. Kole loosens his grip. And the vampire dips his head to Kole’s chest. Drawing long, hungry lines with his tongue, Thornfield licks my blood from Kole’s skin. He savors every drop of it, and the sounds coming from his mouth are so exquisite that moisture pools between my legs at the thought of what’s about to happen next.

Make him taste your cock, too. Show him how powerful you are with my blood inside you.

Kole meets my gaze as he forces Thornfield to his knees. Running his hands up Kole’s legs, Lucien grins but stops when he reaches Kole’s inner thighs. Lifting his finger to his lips, he swirls his tongue around it, then effortlessly slides it into Kole’s ass before plunging his mouth onto his cock.

As Thornfield takes him all the way to the back of his throat, Kole tips his head back and sighs, eyes rolling. This is not how I expected it to go; I expected Lucien to bend Kole over and fuck him. I did not expect him to drop to his knees and open his mouth.

Watching the two of them, I’m almost too turned on to move. I wrap my wings around myself. Fire embraces me. Heat zips down my arms, over my stomach, across the tops of my thighs.

Kole beckons me closer. I lean on him, pressing my breasts against his side as he holds Thornfield’s head in place and thrusts into his mouth.

Opening his eyes, Thornfield looks up and locks his gaze on mine. He reaches out with his free hand, and my legs part a little in anticipation of his touch.

Before he can get anywhere close, however, Kole swipes his hand away and growls. “Not her.”

Grinning, Thornfield simply shrugs, and fucks Kole’s ass harder with his finger.

“If he can’t touch me…” I take Kole’s hand and position it between my legs. Immediately, he finds my clit. But instead of starting slowly and building to a faster rhythm, he goes straight for the firm, rhythmic circles that drive me wild.

I’m clinging on to him, legs buckling with the weight of the pleasure building in my core, when he growls that he’s going to come.

He stops thrusting and holds Thornfield’s head back, then reaches down and jerks his cock until hot ropes of cum cover Thornfield’s tongue and drip down his chin. Lucien licks his lips, then leans forward and plunges his fangs into Kole’s thigh.

Kole growls, tips his head back, and closes his eyes as Thornfield feeds from him, blood and cum converging on his pale skin.

While Thornfield drinks, he slips a hand into his pants and wraps his fingers around his length.

Kole is still circling my clit, and my entire body is coiling beneath my wings. I tighten my grip on myself, holding the heat in, pushing it down, knowing it will build back up and explode at any moment.

When Thornfield comes, it spills onto the floor in front of us, and that’s the moment I let go. My moans turn to stifled cries, every muscle tenses, and fire licks my insides with such intensity I can hardly breathe.

The wings fade.

Kole wraps his arms around me and holds me up. He kisses my forehead, sweeps my hair back and whispers, “Shhh, it’s alright, Little Star.”

I am lost in him, lost in the feel of my skin against his, and the breathless, hedonistic release.

It’s not until I look down that I realize Thornfield is no longer kneeling in front of us.

He’s gone.

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