Page 42 of Pleasantly Undead in Dark River

Where did these guys learn to tongue fuck? Because this wasn’t oral sex. I was getting owned by Lucius’ mouth, grinding against his face as his tongue flicked into my channel, rolling like a boat on the ocean. My orgasm beat down on me, coming out of nowhere until I was roughly gripping Lucius hair to keep him where he was.

But when it came to Lucius, I was not in charge. He tore his head away, biting my thigh, and I came hard, my juices coating his cheeks as he drank from me. His arm banded around my other thigh kept me upright as my knees buckled. He tore his fangs from my thigh, letting me go and catching me just before my knees hit the forest floor.

He flipped me so I was facing Nico, and Lucius was pressed along my back, his dick pressed between my ass cheeks. He tore off my shirt, throwing it over his shoulder, until I was naked before him. He lifted my hair, wrapping it in his fist and tugging my head to the side. He licked up my neck again, sucking my pulse point into his mouth as he sighed happily. “Do you want to kiss her, Nico?” he whispered, and the sound of his voice had me wanting to turn to look at him. It had lost the hard edge of mania.

Nico’s face softened. “Yes.”

Lucius tilted my face up. “Then do it.”

As Nico knelt before me, he looked at me with eyes filled with emotion. “I love you,” he whispered. Then his lips slammed into mine and I was squashed between them. Lucius lined his cock up with my pussy and slammed home in one hard thrust. I let out a feral moan that was muted by Nico’s lips. He tore his mouth from mine and glared at Lucius. “Easy.”

I could feel more than hear Lucius’ manic laugh. “She knows the safeword. I think our little Raine likes rough hands, don’t you?” As he said it, he pulled out and slammed home again, and I could say nothing but a whimpering yes.

We all knelt there in the leaf litter, and I could feel the rocks and twigs tearing at my knees as Lucius fucked me like my pleasure was his drug. Which I guess it was.

In contrast to his brother's rough hands and punishing thrusts, Nico made love to my mouth, his hands soft and gentle where they cupped my cheeks, his tongue teasing and exploratory. My mind wanted to shatter, and when Nico reached down to play with my clit, I wondered if it was possible to explode with pleasure.

Lucius pressed his fangs to my neck once more, piercing the artery and drinking me down in large gulps that dribbled out of his mouth and down over my overheated skin. It ran down, over my collarbone and onto my breast. Nico groaned, breaking our kiss to lap it up, following its path back up. Lucius moved away, lapping at the wound but not cleaning up his mess. He’d taken a lot of blood because I was a little woozy, but my body hummed as he continued to fuck me raw. Nico followed the path up my throat, cleaning up the mess his brother had made.

He pulled back, his lips rouged with my blood. He tipped his head to the side. “Bite me, Raine,” he whispered. Guess he realized that Lucius had taken too much too. I was too weak to resist, the blood loss bringing up the predator from the depths where I stuffed her. I struck hard, sucking my lips around the wound as the warmth of his blood flowed down my throat. It was everything. Powerful. Heady. Imprinted with centuries of power. I came again, my body bowing between them as I chased the high from their blood and body. Lucius yelled into the darkness as he emptied himself inside me.

I slumped forward into Nico’s arms, unlatching from his throat, lapping at the wound, panting hard.

But Lucius wasn’t finished. He pushed me and Nico forward until I was on my hands and knees over Nico’s torso. My red hair still wrapped around Lucius’ hand like a wound, making it tug at my skull and the pleasure pain had me shuddering. Finally, he let go of my hair and buried his face between my thighs again. As his cum leaked from me, he lapped it up. Holy shit.

Finally satisfied I was clean enough, he wrenched me back up by my shoulder and kissed me hard, passing a bit of saliva into my mouth. He still tasted like my juices and his cum. “Do you like it, Raine Baxter? That's what our combined pleasure tastes like. Ambrosia.” He shuddered, and then he was on his feet, disappearing into the darkness before I could blink.

I collapsed into Nico’s arms, a mess of emotions and the aftershocks of pleasure. Nico kissed my face, helping me stand and get dressed.

“Are you okay?”

I shrugged. Yes? No? I didn’t fucking know how I felt. My body was humming, overloaded. My heart was wondering what the hell just happened and if I was sad that he just used me like that and then disappeared into the night. On the other hand, I was relieved he didn’t hang around for this awkward aftermath. It was bad enough that Nico was here, looking at me with worried eyes.

I just gave him a shaky smile. “I just had like four orgasms and I feel, content? Satisfied?”

Nico frowned at me. “Then why do you look so sad?”

Did I? I shrugged and then tried to do up my shorts, belatedly releasing my button was gone and that my hands shook.

Wrapping strong arms around me, Nico picked me up, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “Come on, Sweetness. You can come back to my place. I’ll message your mates to tell them that you are staying the night with me.”

I nodded and buried my face into his neck. I wasn’t ready to tell them that Lucius and I had sex, or quite how much of my heart was invested in it.

Hiding in Nico’s arms was a much better idea.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Nico’s house was grand, but not quite in the way I thought it would be. It was a little like his office, eclectic and mismatched, but somehow it was more like the man himself rather than like someone threw up a thrift store. Small artifacts of a long life dotted the living rooms, ancient urns and a renaissance painting of three men, and when I looked closer, I realized that it was Nico and Lucius, either side of a slightly older man. When I say older, he looked in his late twenties rather than early twenties like the twins. But he was undeniably their brother, his face a little harder but he could have easily been a triplet. My money was on Titus.

But then, some things were quintessentially Nico. Beside the picture of the three of them that was in the style that looked really close to a Rembrandt, was a pop art Llama with “No Time For Your Drama” graffitied under it. The rug wasn’t anything old or prestigious like a Persian. Nope, it was fluffy and electric green. But boy, it looked good enough to roll in. There were Kraken cushions on his couch, and a velvet painting of a sad kitten. The whole place made me smile.

He tugged on my hand, and walked me up the stairs. We passed through a huge bedroom with a bed big enough for me, all my lovers, and half the Canadian National Hockey Team.

My mouth dropped open. “Holy shit, what size bed is that?”

He shrugged. “A huge one?”

I couldn’t imagine why a single man would need a bed that big so I asked. “Do you hold orgy nights here or something? Where’s my invite?”

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