Page 47 of Essa

"Princess, get over here and sink those fangs into something so I can fuck Seth's throat like I want to," Adam says. It has ripples of awareness spread all across my exposed skin.

I make quick work of sliding the fake skin material across the top of the tube, securing it in place and giving my body the feel of sinking into real flesh. When I turn to face Adam and Seth again, venom drips down my chin, and I have to wipe it on the back of my hand. I'm not self-conscious about the action because I'm too busy being enamored by the sight of my concubines going absolutely feral for one another.

Adam's hand is balled in Seth's red curls, his grip guiding Seth's mouth over his length at a brutal pace, deep and hard. Seth's cheeks are stained pink with tracks of tears rolling down them, but he doesn't look distressed. If anything, he looks to be in ecstasy.

I wish I had waited to pleasure him until now. I want him coming while he looks so pretty choking on Adam. I file that away, determined to bring it up to them another time. Like I told Adam earlier, there's plenty of time to do everything now that we're tied together for the rest of our lives.

Walking back to Adam and Seth, I try to stay as calm and composed as possible. I don't think I'm doing very well. My tail is going wild behind me, and pleasure and joy threaten to overwhelm me.

I don't rush over to my males or fall to my knees to get a better look at where they're connected. I keep a respectable distance from them before raising my draining device to my lips and sinking my teeth into the fake skin. It has an unsavory taste but is the best substitute for an organic partner.

The material tricks my mind into thinking it's a real creature, and the pheromones laced into it make my instincts think 'prey' loud and clear, so my body attempts to pump every drop of my venom into it, allowing my reserves to empty and give me somerelief for a little while. I'll either need to inject the small amounts I make each day into Adam and Seth to keep me from doing this often, or I'll do this about once a week, so I'm not dripping all the time.

"Fuck," Adam murmurs, his eyes transfixed on the skin between my lips, the punctures where I'm pumping my venom into the container.

He jerks Seth's head tighter against his body, thrusting his hips at the same time. He does this a few times, looking like he's euphoric each time Seth gags around him. I drop my gaze to where the action is happening and watch Seth try his hardest to take every single one of Adam's inches.

"All the way, Seth. Show Essa how talented you are."

As if waiting for the encouragement, Seth lifts his eyes to Adam's and takes the other man's cock down his throat. Adam groans, shouting Seth's name as his nose presses into Adam's skin. He holds Seth there, riding out his orgasm and pumping Seth full until he's released his last drop.

My fangs ache as I watch the display, and my venom flows freely into the container I'll be throwing away soon. Adam strokes Seth's hair as he pulls out of his mouth, all of him seeming lighter in this moment.

Seth looks up at Adam, devotion shining bright in his blue eyes, and then he looks at me. I'm startled when the devotion doesn't fade. Seth holds out a hand for me, and I step closer to him, giving him my free hand since the other is still cupping the device to my mouth. I'll need to drain my fangs for a bit longer, but if Seth needs comfort from his partners right now, I will do my best for him. For both of them, because they're mine, and I'm theirs. I'll never make them regret that decision.

nineteen

Adam

Seth is so sexy when he stands to his full height and wipes his spit and tears off his face with the back of his hand. I can't help my self-satisfied smile when he looks so debauched. He already looked wrecked after Essa sat on his face. After being used by both of us, he looks perfect. Something that would've had my stomach rioting only a couple of weeks ago.

"Bathroom?" I ask Essa, who's still biting hard into her weird little venom collector thing. She points toward a pair of ornate double doors that look like they belong outside some grand estate rather than in a single bedroom, but then again, Essa's apparently extremely wealthy.

"Go sit," I tell Seth, who does as I say without complaint.

It's been a long day filled with a lot of changes and too much drama already. He and I need to figure out how to tell Essa that there's a good chance her sister's been sleeping with her fiancé, or if she's not already, she wants to.

I don't know how Essa can't see it, or if she's told herself for so long that she's protecting Niivi, she can't see that she's doing the opposite. But then again, for all I know, this Iddis guy is a grade-A asshole, and he doesn't deserve Essa's sister. If she's anything like Essa, he definitely doesn't deserve her. I should know. I'm a grade-A asshole myself, and I still don't quite get why both Seth and Essa deal with it.

She claimed us both. You read up on this as much as I did. It's final and binding. She's not getting rid of you. I'm not getting rid of you either.

Seth's words stop me in my tracks halfway to the bathroom. My shoulders tense, my buttcheeks clench a little bit, and my toes curl in the obscenely soft carpet. I swallow hard before continuing to the bathroom, ignoring what Seth said in exchange for pretending I don't hear anything even though he's in my head. My insecurities are mine, even if they feel less severe when Seth tells me he and Essa aren't going anywhere.

The doors swing open much easier than I thought they would, considering they look ridiculous in size. I think about making a snarky comment to Essa about them, but when I look over my shoulder, her teeth are still dug into the device, and her body is tense with her tail wrapped around her ankle. I tell myself I don't say anything to her about how obnoxious this display is because her mouth is busy, and she won't be able to banter with me. It's definitely not because I don't want her feeling any more insecure about this.

Fuck me, I've gotten soft.

I bite my teeth to nothing but the cool air inside the bathroom. It makes me look like an idiot when my expression is reflected back to me in the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall across from the door. I scowl at myself and then look at my body, at all of the scars that crisscross all over from times I was injured just to see how quickly my body could regenerate, from the woundsinflicted to see how much my body could endure and still survive.

Anger surges to the forefront of my mind at the reminder of what happened to me, what happened to Seth. I ball my hands into fists, wanting to slam them into the reflective surface, to break into tiny bits so I don't have to look at what was done to me.

How could anyone want to look at me?The thought hurtles through my mind, causing my breathing to hitch.

Nope. I don't want to dive deeper into that line of thinking, so I run at the mirror, fists up, but before I can make what I'm sure is going to be a stupid decision, a strong arm wraps around my waist and tugs me backward.

"Get the fuck off of me, Seth!" I yell at who I assume is trying to keep me from hurting myself. My vision is cloudy, filled with red as the anger fills me and constricts anything else I might be feeling.

"Shh, calm. I don't want you to injure yourself. I will need you strong for what's to come." Essa's melodic voice is behind me, close to my ear. She keeps her body from pressing into my back too close, almost as if she senses that I don't want anyone too close to me.

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