Page 120 of A Study of Blood and Ichor

Vain released her and stepped back to admire us from a distance. Ava’s eyes sparked with enthusiasm as she turned to me. She braced her hands against my chest, then pulled at the fabric of my shirt and drew my lips to hers.

She was so warm. So soft.

The taste of cherries still lingered on her tongue, and I drank it in as I tunneled my fingers through her hair. Her hands turned ravishing as she skirted down my abdomen and tore at the hem of my shirt.

“Slowly,” Vain warned.

Ava’s breathing came out shaky against my lips as she fought to control the pace of her movements. She peeled off my shirt slowly as Vain had commanded, her fingers trailing along my bare skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. When she finally reached my zipper, her hands roamed across my hard length through the fabric of my pants, teasing me with her glacial pace.

My cock jumped a little under the pressure of her touch and I grinned at the tiny satisfied hum she released. She inched my pants to the floor, followed by my boxer-briefs. My gaze flicked over Ava’s shoulder to Vain, who only nodded, as if to say, “hers next”.

I slid the straps of her dress down, then trailed my lips over her collarbone. She dug her fingers into my bare hips, and I popped the small buttons of her bodice open until the dress slid off her frame and fluttered down to her feet, revealing the black lacy set she wore underneath. I wanted nothing more than to rip them off with my teeth, but Vain’s voice wrenched me out of my fantasy.

“Sit,” he ordered her, approaching from behind. To my surprise, he’d already glamoured his clothes away, and I stared at his naked form. Vain was immaculate, his body chiseled and hard like he’d been crafted by the hand of a god. I sucked in a sharp breath as he neared me.

Ava lowered herself to the edge of the bed, obedience glinting in her amber gaze.

“And don’t you dare touch yourself.”

Her eyes went wide, and she stared between us before Vain dragged my attention to him.

Cupping my jaw, Vain trailed his other hand up my chest, past my collarbone until he grazed the side of my neck and over the V tattoo. It felt as if he had stolen all the breath from my lungs from his simple touch alone. His dark eyes were brilliant, vibrant, and hungry as they searched mine, and my stomach turned over nervously under his unrelenting gaze.

Vain thumbed over my tattoo, admiring it with an approving hum before he leaned in to kiss me.

His first kiss was gentle and sent pinpricks of energy jolting straight down to my toes. Our mouths melded together in a careful entanglement. His taste was eternal. Spiced, dark, and heavy with want. This kiss was real. He was real.

Vain’s hand traced down my abdomen, his fingers gentle and exploring as he seared a path toward my aching cock, and I gasped against his mouth at the touch.

A shiver shot straight through my body when he gripped me, hard and firm, and there was no stopping my hips from pushing forward into his touch, desperate for more. Our mouths parted briefly, and Vain pressed his forehead to mine, his dark eyes catching mine. “How does it feel to finally have my hands on you like this?”

Held completely at his mercy, all thoughts—any semblance of words—escaped me. I could have died of pleasure in that moment, content with knowing he would be the one to bring me back again, and again.

A small, restrained noise came from over my shoulder from the whimper caught in Ava’s throat.

“So impatient,” Vain said softly as he turned to her, still cupping my face with one hand.

Ava’s thighs pressed together as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. She had removed the remainder of her garments, leaving her exposed and ready for us.

Desire for them both curled low in my stomach, twisting me up in the most indescribable bliss. Ava curled her hands into the sheets, and she leaned back slightly from the edge of the bed.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell us what you want.”

Ava’s eyes darted between the two of us. “I want both of you on your knees, between my legs.”

I was sure Vain’s smirk matched my own.

We lowered ourselves together, parting her legs wide to make room for us both. I kept my eyes locked on Ava’s as I sank down onto my knees and inched my face close to her delicious heat, salivating for a taste of the sweet arousal that glistened, begging for our attention.

Vain swept his tongue through her first, eliciting a long, drawn-out sigh from her parted lips. He pulled away, and I took the opening to trail my tongue upwards, teasing her lips with long, languid strokes and smiling against her flesh when she squirmed around my face. I circled her swollen clit until she gasped, and I rewarded her by sucking it into my mouth, groaning at the sensation of her nails scraping against my scalp.

I drew back, and Vain was staring at me with hooded eyes, his lips parted slightly as he watched me watching him. An intense wave of desire came over me, and I wanted to wind my fingers through his soft platinum hair and have him drag me toward insatiable abandon. His eyes held a promise, and he fulfilled my wish before I had the chance to vocalize it.

Vain’s lips were soft on mine, and he explored my mouth with a gentle hunger that stirred my desire into a savage frenzy. I nearly came apart at the taste of him mixing with Ava’s arousal, heady on both our tongues.

Vain and I lowered our heads back to Ava’s dripping cunt and swirled our tongues together, teasing each other. Teasing her. Ava’s hands turned wild as she tunneled her fingers through our hair. Her whimpers became desperate and rasping while we gave her everything, and not nearly enough.

Vain cupped the back of my head, pushing me forward to take Ava fully. Digging my hands into the warm flesh of her thighs, I dragged her closer to the edge of the bed and pressed my mouth firmly against her. I stroked and lapped and sucked like a man starved. Like she was the sweetest thing I’d ever had the privilege of tasting.

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