Page 18 of Raven's Dawn

The pressure, the magnificent, arousing sensation of Ezra sucking my skin into his mouth, my blood, didn’t go away, but Warren’s hand wasn’t on my clit anymore, and Ezra’s wasn’t in my cunt. I opened my eyes, only then realizing that now we lay on our sides on the forest floor, cushioned only by a few blankets. It was dim and dark in the tent, a fire burning outside giving us only the barest hint of light. The dimness only added to the fantasy, bringing me deeper and deeper into dreamlike ecstasy.

“Please,” I whispered, stretching one hand around to touch the back of Warren’s head and reaching down to run my fingers through Ezra’s hair. Barely visible in the dark tent, my eyes met Warren’s. “Please don’t stop.”

Chuckling softly, he grabbed my other leg and lifted it over his. He leaned in, and his lips against mine were like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Each kiss, each trace of his tongue over my own, over my lips, was refreshing and entrancing all at once.

Then the strength of him poured into me. Feeling his cock rub against my G-spot, I groaned with pleasure. He kissed me again, whispering a, “Shh” sound once more. His fingers returned my clit, and he worked hard, fast, bringing me to my brink in heartbeats. Just when I screamed into his mouth, he stopped again.

“Come fuck her pretty little face, Ezra,” Warren said, pressing his hand over my lips.

A quiet laugh sounded between my thighs. He planted a gentle kiss on my clit, making the whine with pleasure. I half expected Warren to tell me to be quiet again.

He only smiled down at me and shook his head slightly, gently grinding into me once more. He was hitting just the right spot, but I needed more. I needed my clit played with, or sucked on, or licked, flicked, or smacked, or?—

“Look this way, love,” Ezra whispered, tilting my chin in his direction. Just as I did as he said, moving toward him, his hard, perfect cock slid between my lips. Fingers threading into my hair, he laughed quietly. “Truly is such a pretty face, isn’t it?”

“One of the most gorgeous things I’ve ever seen,” Warren murmured, kissing my cheek once more. His fingers returned to my clit. He was slower now, softer, as his lips trailed over my neck. “There’s only one thing more beautiful.”

Panting hard as he thrusted into my mouth, staring into my eyes from above, Ezra shook his head. “I don’t know about that.”

“That look in her eyes while she comes,” Warren murmured, fangs pinching my neck between kisses. “Just watch. You’ll see.”

The sting of his fangs pierced through my flesh. I gasped at the pain, but Ezra kept thrusting deep into my throat. Warren rubbed my clit faster, harder. His pumps into my cunt quickened, matching the rhythm of his fingertips on my clit.

Suddenly, the euphoria rushed over me in a wave. Once again, I was floating. We all were. All three of us, connected as one, touching, giving, and taking, and receiving. If not for Ezra’s cock in my mouth, I would’ve been screaming. Not only with pleasure, but with confidence, and joy, and wonder.

It amazed me every day that this was my life. Feeling their touch, basking in the delirium they gave me, the praises they bestowed upon me, was so wonderful that it didn’t feel real. Even right now—especially right now. With both of them inside me at once, whispering sweet nothings, bringing me so much pleasure…

I couldn’t hold back another second. The orgasm crashed over me with such power, I squirmed away from Warren’s grasp. He yanked me in closer, rubbing my clit faster, sucking my neck harder, making it that much more intense, prolonging it, forcing me to stay exactly where I was so he could enjoy my pleasure as deeply as I did.

Look at him, Warren said into my mind. Let Ezra see how pretty you are when you come on my cock.

I opened my eyes, staring at Ezra, moaning around his dick.

“Fuck,” Ezra’s mouth dropped open. The heat of his cum and the tremble of his muscles quaked in my mouth. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

In my ear, Warren groaned his own pleasure, just as the heat of his cum filled my cunt, giving me exactly what I needed, exactly what I wanted, to climax once more. This time, stars shined through my eyes. Vaguely, I saw the outline of Ezra’s head, and I wasn’t sure if it was the lack of light in the tent or just that the orgasm was so strong that it had to take my sight as payment.

“Jesus,” Warren whispered in my ear, breathing hard and fast. “You just won’t let me stop coming, will you?”

Ezra had already climaxed, but he kept fucking my face, panting and watching me squirm toward him, into Warren. “That’s it, love. Enjoy it for as long as it’s here. Come as hard as you can on his cock.”

I don’t know how much longer it lasted, only that I would’ve been screaming if not for his cock between my lips.

When it finally did, and my vision slowly returned, Ezra dropped to the blankets beside us, and Warren laughed quietly. “I don’t know about that, Rainbow. I think you’re gonna be the death of us.”

8

GRAHAM

“Remember that time—” Amara cut herself off with a laugh. “That time when we stole Mr. Alison’s big, blue flowerpot?”

Nearly spitting out my drink, I covered my mouth. “Aye, and he chased us down the street for half a mile before your mum caught us.”

“Oh, that’s got nothing on the Graham I know,” Jake said, leaning forward from his perch on the log across the campfire. “You know what he did once when we were in our senior year of high school?”

As much as I appreciated the inclusion, that always made my stomach turn. Our senior year of high school. It was his senior year.

I never got to be a senior. With no legal documentation, I couldn’t attend school.

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