Page 166 of Illusory

For a second, I thought he was going to go down on me again, and I jerked, knowing it was too soon and that I was too sensitive, but Dominic held me firmly in place, still cupping my breast possessively and brushing his cheek against mine in a loving way, making sure I didn’t get very far.

With dark, heavy-lidded eyes, Trace gripped my legs and licked up the side of my inner thigh, his hands pushing my legs further apart until my muscles screamed out in pain. A devilish smile tipped the corners of his mouth up as he slid his tongue over his fangs. My stomach somersaulted, coiling tightly with anticipation that was once again riding my body like a woman possessed.

The air in my lungs caught as he brushed his lips against my thigh and pressed a gentle kiss there, before plunging his fangs into the delicate skin.

My body tensed up from the pain, for just a moment, before the ecstasy from his bite took over, relaxing me in Dominic’s arms as its sweet nectar rushed through my veins. My eyes rolled back, feeling electrified and intoxicated as waves of heat spread through my body, making me writhe and grind against Dominic’s lap without even meaning to.

The harder Trace sucked into my thigh, the lighter I felt, feeling as though the room were slipping away from me altogether. I tipped my head back against Dominic’s shoulder as he kissed along my neck, and then without warning, he too sank his fangs into the soft skin near my collarbone, sendinganother jolt of white-hot pleasure surging through my already overstimulated body.

I arched my back and cried out, my voice a breathy moan as the dual feeling of them both drinking from me, one at my neck, one at my thigh, overwhelmed my senses and pushed me higher towards a precipice I had never known existed. I could feel the pull of their mouths, the erotic slides of their tongue against my skin between pulls as they skirted me closer and closer to the edge of complete ruin.

My body undulated, caught between their strong holds, and completely at the mercy of their bloodlust and want for me, and there wasn’t anywhere in the world I would have rather been.

Dominic tightened his hold on me, keeping me pressed against his firm chest as if to block any attempts to escape, but I had no intention of going anywhere. I was too consumed with the feel of his lips sealed to my throat, his strong pulls in time with the heavy thrum of my pulse as Trace’s mouth worked against my inner thigh, his grip on my leg bruising as he held me open and vulnerable before him.

My head lolled to the side as the darkness crept into the edges of my vision, a seductive siren song promising my sweet oblivion. Neither one showed signs of slowing down, and lord knew I didn’t want them to. I was exactly where I wanted to be, doing exactly what I wanted to do—even if I couldn’t admit the words out loud just yet.

I needed this. I needed them.

Dominic’s hand moved from my breasts, his fingertips skimming over my stomach and leaving goosebumps in their wake as he reached all the way down between my legs. I whimpered as his fingers delved between my wet center, stroking and circling me languidly before slipping his finger inside me. The sound of his pleased rumble against my backmade my hips jerk up to meet his hand.

I was lost to the euphoria, my body no longer my own as I sank deeper into the abyss of carnal pleasure. Coherent thoughts scattered, replaced by pure instinct and the overbearing need to give in to them—to submit to them in every sense of the word. I was theirs, wholly and completely, and they were mine.

Trace retracted his fangs from my thigh, licking the puncture marks to seal them before climbing to his feet, his body towering over me with promises of more. His eyes were as dark as night and his pupils were blown wide with raw, unrestrained lust. Dominic’s arm around me loosened, and then, he too withdrew his fangs from my neck.

My cry of disappointment and thumping heart were the only things I could hear in the room as a beat of silence stretched between them. Their eyes were sharp and knowing, like they were conversing without words, and then they were moving again.

Anticipation and desire flooded my body as Dominic shifted backwards and then laid back against the bed, pulling me down with him so that I was sprawled across his chest, my back pressed firmly against him.

“What are…?” The question died in my throat as Trace unzipped his jeans and closed the gap between us, making me lose all sense of the English language.

Trace leaned down over me, holding himself up with one hand splayed against the mattress beside me, his body hovering over mine and making my already hazy mind crackle with electricity as if it were preparing to go offline entirely, and then he freed himself, his hard length standing at attention and making my pulse bang in my ears.

“Oh god,wait,” I whispered, pinned between them, half petrified, half excited, but he ignored my half-assed protestand lined himself at my entrance, knowing that I wanted this just as bad as he did.

His hooded eyes never left mine as his pupils dilated chaotically, flashing back and forth between coal black and ocean blue and making my body flush with more heat than I could stand.

“No more waiting, angel,” said Dominic as he drove his fangs into my neck at the same time that Trace entered me, hard and fast.

A strangled cry tore from my throat, my body arching off Dominic as Trace filled me to the hilt and then stilled inside of me, his pelvis pushed against mine as he waited for me to adjust to his size.

The sudden fullness combined with the sharp sting of Dominic’s fangs sinking into my neck sent my senses reeling. I knew in that moment that I was so thoroughly and completely fucked, that I’d never recover from this or find anything that compares to it, and I’d never been happier.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” groaned Trace, his voice rough and gravelly as he leaned down to kiss me. “So warm and perfect,” he said, his breathing labored, as though it were taking a vast amount of effort not to pound into me.

Breaking off the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine and then locked gazes with me for a beat before he pulled back, withdrawing almost fully and then slamming back into me.

I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his shoulders as he set a punishing pace between us. Each powerful thrust hit something deep inside me, stoking the flames higher until I could barely remember my name let alone why I had thought this was a bad idea. Because if this was wrong, then I wanted to be wrong for all eternity, forever lost in a sea of damnation and caught between their bodies as they consumed me fromevery angle.

Trace’s grip on my thighs tightened painfully as he held me open, his eyes boring into mine with a feral intensity that made me clench around him. Shadows danced along my periphery and as if sensing my body weakening, Dominic pulled his fangs from my neck, replacing them with soft kisses and gentle sweeps of his tongue along my throat.

“You’re being so good for us, angel,” he murmured, his arm curled around me while his other hand moved down between my legs to touch me again. “Look at how good you’re taking him. How good you’re making him feel.”

Exhilaration rippled through me as I looked up at Trace, at his hooded eyes and pinched brows, his parted lips and strained muscles as he continued to drive into me, our hips meeting in a frenzy that was so much more than pleasure. It was primal, explosive need.

My breathing turned ragged as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, the combination of Dominic’s masterful fingers and Trace hitting that sweet spot inside me, pushed me to the peak of what my body could handle. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams, unraveling into threads of pleasure so intense that it bordered on oblivion.

“Look at me,” ordered Trace, his hand gripping my jaw and angling my face to his so that I was looking into his eyes and nowhere else. He kissed me roughly, fervently, his tongue flicking into my mouth, as though he wanted to be inside every part of me, as though he required nothing short of complete ownership. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”

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