Page 43 of Kept

Laurent’s masculine whimper drew an echoing whimper from me.

Varick and Laurent stopped kissing. They drew apart. Slowly, they turned their heads, and two pairs of eyes—one silver, one gold—stared me down.

Predators. I had their attention now. Two males with straining cocks and hungry expressions.

No, I realized. Not hungry. Ravenous.

Laurent’s silver eyes dipped to the pulse in my neck. Then his gaze moved lower, trailing down my trembling breasts to my gown puddled around me. He stared at the juncture of my thighs and licked his lips.

“Our princess looks lonely,” Varick growled.

“Yes,” Laurent said, the word emerging as a hiss.

They moved together, prowling to me on their hands and knees, heavy dicks swinging between their powerful thighs. And then, like animals with captured prey, they descended.

A cry of fear and lust caught in my throat. For a second, fear won out, and I tried to spring up.

The men subdued me easily, tapping vampiric speed I didn’t possess. Male bodies blurred as fabric ripped and cool air hit my bare skin. One set of hands pulled me flat onto my back while another grasped my bodice and split the fabric to my navel. A male tongue dipped into that indentation, introducing me to a novel and unexpected pleasure.

I cried out, arching and spreading my legs. Pitiful begging fell from my lips, the words nearly incoherent as I sobbed and pleaded for the tongue to venture lower.

My gown disappeared, and then my chemise. Rough hands—Varick’s I thought, although I couldn’t tell for sure—yanked my stockings down my thighs. A hot, wet mouth latched onto one of my nipples while firm fingers pinched the other. My thighs were spread, and then a mouth fastened over my clit and sucked.

I came.

And I came apart. “Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, oh gods.” The words rolled from me in a mindless chant as pleasure crashed over me. It was perfect and too much all at once. Heavy and wet, it smacked into me. Sent me spinning into bliss that turned to fire. I burned up, toes curling and legs going wide, so wide I didn’t care if they broke.

“Yes!” I cried. Break me.

Shadows moved behind my closed lids. I opened my eyes and saw the room filled with white blossoms. My hair floated away from my head, each strand limned in light. The scent of fresh grass reached my nose, and I turned my head and saw long stalks of it waving against the bedchamber’s plastered wall.

Big hands held me down. Hot mouths sucked at my skin.

And then fangs pierced my flesh.

I screamed, eyes squeezing shut and back bowing as the wave of pleasure rebuilt and crashed, stealing my breath. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t do anything but be as the pinpricks of pleasure fired over and over at my breast and between my legs. Pressure filled my sex—a finger, maybe two. I rolled my hips, screwing my pussy down on the fingers as the mouth on my clit sucked my blood and juices.

“Fucking gorgeous, princess,” a rasping voice praised. Laurent. Spiraling back down, I opened bleary eyes and saw him move down my body. Saw his bite around my nipple, twin puncture wounds trailing bright-red blood. He left the wound open.

A second later, I understood why. He and Varick switched places, Varick’s golden eyes meeting mine as he bent over me and lapped up the blood streaming down my quivering breast. He took my nipple into his mouth, sucking at Laurent’s bite. As another orgasm built inside me, Laurent positioned himself between my thighs and dragged the head of his dick up and down my flared, aching lips.

“Look at me,” he demanded, the command in his voice making my pussy clench. He swiveled his hips, teasing my entrance. Tiny white flowers floated around him, dusting his shoulders before winking away.

No. There was nothing small or pale about Laurent of Nor Doru. He walked in twilight, his steps soaked in blood.

I drew a deep breath, letting air fill my lungs. Gaze locked with Laurent’s, I stroked my fingers through Varick’s soft hair, cradling his blond head to my breast as he fed.

Boom. My heartbeat thrummed in my head. Laurent’s silver eyes glittered. He pressed inside me, filling my pussy in one smooth thrust.

My hips lifted. My lips parted, breath pushing out as he pushed in. As I exhaled, the flowers behind him changed, night-blooming roses tumbling through the air.

Laurent’s eyes gleamed as he began to fuck me, his hips moving in languid, controlled thrusts. He was masterful at it, holding back his own release with an ironclad will he’d honed on his knees in the Sanctum. Sex and sanctity. Passion and penitence. He nicked his thumb on his fang and pressed it to my clit, using his blood to get me slicker.

A second later, Varick abandoned my breast and moved to my pussy. He placed his big palm on my bare mound and pulled up, stretching my cunt taut. With his other hand, he used his thick fingers to spread my lips lewdly. My clit stood up like a tiny rosebud, the tight furl shiny and red with Laurent’s blood. Both men stared at it, and I moaned at how utterly exposed I was. How completely at their mercy as their eyes devoured the center of my desire.

Varick bent his head and licked the place where Laurent’s dick speared my opening.

I came again, my breath seizing in my lungs as I convulsed. The waves threatened to close my eyes, but I forced them wide, desperate to see Varick’s tongue lapping at Laurent’s cock as it tunneled into me, the shaft glistening with a mixture of Laurent’s blood and my come. Roses continued to tumble, some landing gently on the bed before fading away.

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