Page 61 of Pleasantly Undead in Dark River

Lucius’ top lip peeled back, his expression vicious, but X was completely unfazed. I was silent. I wanted to see what decision he would make. This was going to be well and truly out of the comfort zone of the ancient vampire. To not be in charge? Unheard of.

So when he started peeling off his clothes, my eyes were glued to each inch of skin he exposed. The swirling lines on his chest were like soft waves as he breathed heavily. I moved forward quickly as his hands reached the button of his black chinos.

“Let me,” I whispered, dropping to my knees before unbuttoning the waistband and sliding the zipper down torturously slow. I didn’t know who I was torturing though. Me? Lucius? Given his heady groan, even X.

I slid down the loose cotton boxers that seemed so at odds with the dangerous vampire. Who would have thought he’d wear plain old white shorts?

Still, they may have well been lingerie with how much my mouth watered as I slipped them down his thighs. His cock was hard already, and I couldn’t resist the urge to stroke my tongue along the thick vein that ran down the top of his cock. Could I drink from that?

Lucius gave me a knowing look. “I doubt that would be enjoyable for either of us, Raine Baxter.” He grabbed my chin, lifting me higher, until I was nestled a few inches below his navel. I could feel his blood moving beneath my lips. “Bite me there.”

You didn’t have to ask me twice. I sunk my fangs into his lower stomach, hitting the big vein that ran just below his skin. His blood burst into my mouth, making me moan, the heady pleasure of the taste on my tongue making me so wet, I was slick between my thighs.

Too soon, a finger was slipping between my lips, releasing the suction of my bite. X was looking down at me, his face disapproving. “Uh uh, Love. There’s plenty of time for that. Let’s make Lucy more comfortable first.”

His grin was near manic as he indicated that the now naked ancient vampire should get on the bed. Unbelievably following orders, Lucius slid onto the bed, never taking his eyes off X like he was a viper ready to strike. He was probably not wrong.

“Ever heard of the art of Shibari, Lucy?” X crooned. “Ah, I see from your face that you have. It's really quite a beautiful art form, and it's not often I have a canvas like you two. On the bed too, Love. Give him a taste of the joy that is to come.”

X didn’t have to tell me twice, and I slid my body up Lucius’, my tongue running over that delicious vein once more, then further up his torso, over the hard lines of his abs, between his pecs until I got to his lips. My skin was pressed along his and he shivered.

“So fucking beautiful. Bewitchingly so,” he grumbled, and leaned up to kiss me. I crashed into his lips, tasting all his passion and sending it back threefold. My thighs bracketed his hips, and the head of his cock brushed softly over my folds, making Lucius hiss even as I whimpered softly. But he didn’t break the kiss, instead taking control of it, his tongue plundering my mouth, his fangs lightly scraping the tender flesh.

I felt him tense as X grabbed his arm, but slid my body down a little, distracting him with the wet heat of my body until he moaned again. X was fast, because too soon he had Lucius’ left arm restrained above him on the headboard.

As he moved to his ankles, Lucius tensed again. “They are just silk. If you needed to escape, you could do it in seconds,” I whispered against his lips. “But just let go and feel.”

He used his remaining free hand to grip my hips, grinding me down against his dick.

X was back up at the headboard, grabbing Lucius’ wrist. “Uh uh. Not yet,” he chastised gently, his voice so close to my ear. “We aren’t ready yet.”

I watched as he grabbed Lucius’ other arm, intricately binding his forearms, right down over his wrists and palms. Then he ran the end through the bed head. I leaned forward and kissed Lucius again, before standing back to admire X’s handiwork.

He was definitely a boy scout in a past life because it was beautiful. Both of Lucius’ arms were bound in intricate criss-crossing knots, and secured to the headboard. His feet were shackled together, but spread a little apart.

He looked like a feast, his lips parted and his body hard and ready. “You look so damn beautiful,” I whispered, and I didn’t know if I was complimenting X or Lucius.

X was never shy in accepting a compliment though, whether it was meant for him or not. “Thank you, Love. Your turn.”

I didn't even have time to squeak before he’d pulled me off the bed and stood me in front of him. “I have fantasies about this,” he whispered, his hands a blur across my body as the soft silken ropes wrapped around my torso. “Wrapped like a present, open and vulnerable, as you look up at me with those big trusting eyes that beg me to fuck you.” He grunted as he thrust his angry, hard dick against the softness of my stomach.

Then he was binding my hands to my torso with more ropes, and I frowned. “But I wanna touch.” I pouted and X chuckled darkly. “I promise you’ll touch. Now hop back on the bed. On your knees, Love.”

I met Lucius’ eyes and they were filled with lust. Apparently the ropes did things for him too. His cock dripped precum and I groaned. “It looks like Lucy is getting more than one hit of your love juice tonight,” X whispered in my ears. Then he leapt, slipping the rope through a heavy ring on the ceiling that I hadn’t even noticed

I gave him a mock stern look. “When the hell did you put that in?”

X grinned completely unapologetically. “Last week. Didn’t know I’d get to use it so soon though.” He pulled on the rope and I was suspended into the air. I swung above Lucius’ body, my knees just brushing his abs.

“Mmm,” X grunted, lowering me slowly until I was poised over Lucius, my knees not quite touching the bed, but when Lucius thrust up, his eager cock slid down my slit.

I moaned, and X made a satisfied noise. Then he quickly lifted my heel to my ass and bound my legs as well. I was completely immobilized, my body just suspended above Lucius.

The happy noise coming from X was somewhere between a moan and a hum. “Fecking beautiful. I knew it would be.”

He knelt behind me, running his lips down my nape. “Excuse me, Lucius, but I’m about to grab your cock. I promise you’ll be happy about where it's going though.”

I watched Lucius’ eyes, looking for any discomfort. But instead they burned with passion so hot that it was a wonder I wasn’t seared to the bone. When X grabbed his dick, he stroked it a few times, I could feel his fist against my thigh, and Lucius’ eyes rolled back. Then he lined the head of his cock with my entrance and Lucius didn’t hesitate. He arched, burying himself in me, and I moaned.

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