Page 39 of Cider
If it was possible, Billy had gotten even harder. His hands dug into my sides.
“You two fight for top.” His rasp was low.
“That we do.” Titus picked up a bottle on the bar and tossed it to Billy, who caught it without even blinking. “Hold on to that until we need it, will you?”
Oh, that was hot. I watched with wide eyes. Jack moved away from the bar as Titus moved slowly around the counter.
A blur and Titus was no longer there. The slap of a fist meeting muscle. The grunt of Titus. A blur of black clothing.
The two were fighting, yet they were moving so fast, I could barely see what was happening.
Then there was a crash as Jack was thrown into the wall near the door. He grunted as he fell to a knee. His lip was bleeding but he was grinning like a madman.
“Are you angry at me, Titus?” His taunt was flung out as he side stepped another blur, swinging out with his fist.
Titus ended up on the ground rubbing his jaw.
“Of course I’m angry at you.” He stood, brushing his pant legs. “You were unnecessarily rude to our mate. You hurt her.” The last part was hissed as Titus’ lip lifted to show his fangs.
Jack cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders and his fingers sparked with magic. “I did.”
They blurred again. Billy winced with me as we listened to the sound of them hitting each other. Billy was still hard, he rubbed his palm over my pussy. My leggings were already soaked through.
“Your scent.” His soft growl seemed to echo in the room over the fighting. “I want to drown in it.”
A crash happened in front of us. Jack had been thrown into the coffee table, breaking it. He groaned in pain as he rolled to his side. He attempted to stand but Titus was there, kicking him to the floor. Titus pressed his foot to Jack’s neck.
“Yield.” His accent had thickened.
“Bite me,” Jack choked out as he punched Titus in the leg.
Why was this so hot?
Another blur and Jack was thrown into the coach on his stomach with Titus pressing him into the cushions.
“Gladly.” His hiss was loud as Titus bit into Jack’s neck roughly, jerking his hair backward.
A glance down and both were hard and straining against the cloth.
So that was why it was so hot. They were turned on by the violence they were doing against each other.
Billy shifted me so that I faced Jack and Titus and his hand went inside the front of my pants, his middle finger rubbing at my clit.
“Oh!” My hips bucked. My clit was sensitive from earlier. My legs trembled as Billy began to slowly move his finger in a circle, torturing me.
“Give up!” Titus’ command brought my attention back to them as Billy continued to torture me.
Blood from the bite mark stained Jack’s shirt. He drove his elbows back into Titus’ stomach but it didn’t seem to phase Titus. He grinned as he licked at the trickling blood.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that your legs won’t work for the rest of the day,” Titus whispered loudly enough that Billy and I could hear. I shivered and my hands clutched Billy’s arm.
Jack bucked underneath Titus, which just made it easier for Titus to thrust his hips against Jack’s ass, grinding against him.
Jack let out a moan even as he struggled against the hold that my vampire mate had on him. He didn’t use his magic. Titus yanked Jack’s hands above his head, held them there with one of his and he ripped Jack’s pants off. The sound of cloth ripping had Billy’s finger on my clit picking up its pace.
My toes curled. “Oh!”
“Billy, the bottle, please.” Titus didn’t look at us, his full attention on Jack. The muscles in his arm clenched as Jack yanked, trying to dislodge his hold.
