Page 14 of Death Comes for Her
“Feisty little thing, isn’t she?” Dante chuckled, grip painfully digging into my arms. He’d leave bruises, but that wasn’t the worst of my worries. They moved in tandem, crossing the room with me hanging between them. I realized with dawning horror that they were aiming for the long couch facing the fireplace.
“Indeed,” Simon drawled. Something unreadable glinted in his eyes, and his frigid aura set my teeth on edge.
“But she’s correct.” He buried his nose in my hair, trailing it up the side of my neck and inhaling loudly. “Fairies are rare these days. We’ll endeavor to keep a gift as enticing as this one for as long as possible. Who knows when we’ll have such an alluring treat dropped on our doorstep again?”
The vampires sank onto either end of the couch with me splayed out in the middle. I continued uselessly thrashing, which only caused my dress to hike up my legs. Simon’s hands skimmed higher, drawn forward with a strained expression, as if he couldn’t quite help the temptation. Tingles spread over my skin, following his touch as it reached for my knees.
Dante pulled me back against his chest, belting one arm around my waist and collaring my throat with the other hand. The hand on my throat smoothed over the side of my face before tangling in the golden waves of my hair. Tightening his fist, he snapped my head back, forcing me to rest it on his shoulder.
“Name, girl. Come on, be a good little pet and tell us,” he growled.
“Fuck you,” I tossed back.
My chest heaved, breaths coming in as sharp gasps. Every inch of my skin prickled as their breaths assaulted my flesh. Worse than the knots in my stomach or the painful pounding of my heart, a hot and heavy coil tightened behind my navel.
As if overlooking the strain and terror of being fed on, my body yearned for the effects of vampire venom once again. I nearly bit my tongue, choking down the unbidden whimper asmy back arched off the couch. A distasteful throbbing roused between my thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut, willfully ignoring the sensations of two powerful and regretfully attractive males besieging me.
It wasn’t like Benjen launching himself at me in the barn. There was no heavy, burdensome body rutting against me or the stench of dirt and sweat assailing my nose. There was no hay or dirt digging into me and tangling in my dress or hair as a thin prick rammed into me, or clumsy fists pawing at my curves.
“Her name doesn’t really matter.” Simon’s mouth lowered to the sensitized flesh just inside my thigh, right above my knee. His warmth breath caressed my skin, making my core flutter with its own heartbeat. Those chilling blue eyes riveted on a spot inside my leg, and his full lips parted to show off his dangerously eager fangs.
His refined mask slipped, replaced by a feral hunger. He surged forward, warm mouth sealing to my inner thigh. A traitorous thrill jolted through my pussy as he latched onto my leg and his hands bunched the green silk around my waist.
“No, please don’t!” If he looked up, he’d see the betraying evidence of my desire soaking through my underwear. I tried to shove my legs closed, but the width of his shoulders and his fingers digging into my thighs kept them braced apart.
“All that matters is that she’s ours now. Our personal serving of sunshine, isn’t that right?” Dante yanked my head to emphasize his newfound control over me.
“Gods, that smell.” He sounded agonized, groaning against my thigh. His gaze cut up to me, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he read my expression. The black of his pupils blew wide, obscuring the blue.
“No. No!” I wanted to fight back, but my body betrayed me, writhing instead. “Don’t fucking touch me. Please, don’t do this.”
“There now, be a good little fairy for us and hold still,” Dante’s voice was low and husky in my ear. His teeth tugged my earlobe without warning, and a pitiful mewl flew free. Then his mouth dropped to the pulse point at my throat, and his fangs grazed my skin, teasing where he intended to bite down.
The hand in my hair tightened, and tension spread across my scalp. I clenched my eyes tight, refusing to watch the pale vampire between my legs or catch another glimpse of the dark-haired vampire in the corner of my eye. My entire body tensed, going still as I balanced on the edge of anticipation.
Simon’s tongue darted out, flicking over his intended spot. It was wet and surprisingly warm. My core clenched with something frighteningly close to desire. He emitted a masculine groan that vibrated against my thigh.
“Now there’s a good girl,” Dante praised, skimming his lips over my neck. His chest rumbled behind me, cocooning me in the sound of his wild enthusiasm.
Almost as if they’d coordinated it, the vampires bit into me simultaneously. Pain pricked into my flesh as their teeth sank into me, and the ache radiated through my leg and throat. A garbled scream tore from my lips but died on the wind as their venom seeped into my veins.
Simon’s dilated stare remained on my twisting body as he fed. Each flicker noted my expression, warring between pain and pleasure, then along the columns, grooves, and curves that made up my frame. Liquid gold spilled from his lips as he drank, greedily and with abandon. Hot, gilded blood escaped his mouth and trailed down my inner thigh while his grip increased on my soft flesh.
My pulse thrummed under my skin. An aching need coiled low in my belly as their venom addled my senses.
A delicious tingling spread over my neck. It radiated out in waves from Dante’s mouth, where his fangs were locked in mythroat. A hint of his facial hair tickled the tender skin and a drunken smile split my lips. His arm around my waist shifted and the next thing I knew, his large, overbearing palm was groping my breast through my bodice.
And, gods help me, I arched into that touch. Their venom lowered my inhibitions, clouded my mind, and made my blood heat. The addictive substance coursed through me as their mouths drained my golden ichor. Venom replaced my blood with bliss and vibrant pleasure that made me melt into their hold and keen loudly.
I had no satisfaction in knowing my blood had the same reaction on them as it filled their stomachs. They tasted my lifeblood, savoring it as it coursed over their tongues. Each vampire groaned, filled with ecstasy at the honeyed flavored in their mouth and the power sweeping through their muscles.
Simon’s long, tapered fingers dug into my thighs. His mouth on my skin burned with a delicious sensation. So close to my throbbing center, yet so far. My clit ached, swollen and hard with the need for release.
Rough, calloused hands teased my nipples into peaks through the material of my dress. Dante smirked into my throat, groaning at the weight and softness of my breast in his hands.
They groped and touched, becoming wholly intoxicated by the potency of my blood. Their frenzy increased, pawing hands becoming claws and nails scraping over my flesh. Hot breaths blasted over my skin as the vampires panted and moaned in their increasingly inebriated stupor.
An inferno of heat simmered low in my belly. As their mouths drew from me, those flames fanned out, reaching through my limbs to the ends of my extremities. And that fire burned through me, stealing my energy and leaving me as a puddle of vibrant desire.
