Page 31 of Death Comes for Her
As the crescendo of heat rose in my core, Simon tore himself from my thigh. He sat back, panting, as he swiped his thumb through the shimmering gold dripping off his lips. His pupils were blown wide, black eclipsing the frigid blue. I shivered under his haughty, predatory stare. He skimmed a hand down his slim waist, drawing my attention to the thick tent in the front of his neat charcoal gray trousers.
Dante reared back, barking with low laughter. Wet warmth cascaded over my shoulder due to the gold spilling from thepunctures in my neck, and my head lolled from the dizzy haze in my mind. A grunt punched from me as the dark-haired vampire lurched, bending me over and pushing me forward.
My face stopped inches from the tent in Simon’s pants. A breath hitched in my throat, and heat flushed my cheeks.
Dante’s broad hand appeared in my peripheral, reaching around me. He placed his palm over Simon’s erection, eliciting a groan from the pale vampire who dropped his head back.
“Do you see what your blood does to us?” His dark voice, husky and rich against my ear, made me mewl like a desperate kitten. My hips, greedy for friction, rocked back against his front, finding another bulge that twitched against my behind.
Simon’s sneer curled into a malicious smirk, eyes glinting like daggers. “Look at her little pout.” He reached down, tugging on my bottom lip. Another groan vented his lips when Dante squeezed his cock through his expensive pants.
Dante’s hand on my chest rose to my chin. He chuckled again as he squeezed my cheeks, making me whine. But he noticed my gaze glued to Simon’s apparent erection. He palmed it again, as if teasing me.
“Does our little pet want to suck cock, hm?” he rasped against the shell of my ear. His calloused fingers undid Simon’s pants, tugging the front open.
A violent shudder wracked my body, but I nodded. In fact, my mouth positively watered. As much as I wanted to blame their venom for addling my good sense, it was my urges stringing me along.
He pulled the cold vampire’s cock free, and my eyes rounded. Long, hard and pale, slightly pinkish against the rest of Simon’s alabaster skin. It was the prettiest cock I’d ever seen and the sight of it tugged a needy whine from my lips.
Dante’s tanned skin stood out in contrast to Simon, but the sight of his rough hands stroking along his shaft was a beautifulsight. Inches from my face, almost close enough for me to wrap my lips around the head. I eyed the drop of precum at the tip, breathing hard and fast, squirming with need.
“Do you want to suck my brother’s hard cock, pet?” He asked mockingly, but it didn’t matter. His taunting tone meant to degrade me for the desire I should shun, but reckless abandon swept through me until I relished being debased.
“Oh, I don’t think she does,” Simon cooed, voice teasing. His hand wrapped around Dante’s, both men now stroking his cock in my face. “I disgust her. Isn’t that right? Sierra doesn’t want to suck my cock.” His ice-cold eyes flicked up. “Maybe you should show her what it’s like. Show her how it’s done.”
Dante’s scruffy beard tickled my cheek as he bent over me, folding me between him and his brother. A brief laugh rocked his chest seconds before his tongue flicked out and lapped at the pearly bead. Simon hissed, hips jerking from the sensation.
I whined, wriggling to breach the gap and take a taste of my own. Dante’s hand on my face squeezed harder until tears breached the corners of my eyes. The burning vortex in my belly expanded when Dante sucked the head of the pale cock between his lips.
Simon’s cool hand threaded into my hair, holding my face close and forcing me to watch. Not that I’d look away from something so erotic, so entrancing, so utterly thrilling. And I nearly sobbed as Dante pressed his face into the pale blonde thatch of hair, deep throating Simon’s pretty cock.
“Please.” It slipped out as a whisper, almost missed under the slurping, groaning, and gasping men.
Dante pulled away from Simon’s cock, leaving it glistening with his saliva. A string of drool connected his lips to the straining cock. A rush of arousal pooled in my underwear, searing my insides with unholy need.
“Please. Please. Let me… please,” I begged.
Simon’s fingers spread over my scalp. He twisted his hand in my hair, tugging me closer as Dante leaned back. My watering golden eyes met his ice blue pools, and I wanted to drown.
“Are you going to suck my cock, Sierra?” His other hand gripped the base of his cock, and he slapped the head against my lips. I nodded and lurched forward to take him into my mouth. His hand on my hair and Dante’s grip on my chin held me back.
I wanted to weep.
I bobbed my head. Dante used his grip on my chin to force my mouth open. Then he guided my head forward and shoved me over Simon’s cock. The smooth, silken heat of his cock slid over my tongue and into the back of my throat without warning.
Dante released me, leaning back behind me. Without his support, I fell forward, impaling my throat on Simon’s cock. I choked on it, eyes rolling back in my head. Simon’s hips pumped, and a groan ripped from him. Dante’s hands fell to my hips as Simon held my hair tight and steadily fucked my face.
The calloused fingers on my hips hooked into my underwear. I gagged when he shifted me onto my knees, hands still tied behind my back. He hooked his fingers into the fabric and yanked it down. Dante’s palm smacked into my ass, reddening a cheek.
A yelp lodged in my throat, blocked by the throbbing cock in my mouth. I swallowed his length, drunkenly swirling my tongue over every delicious inch of his shaft.
Dante shoved two thick fingers into my exposed pussy. He sucked in a breath as my inner walls pulled him deeper. The slick sounds of his digits thrusting into me, and the pressure of his fingers, drove me wild. I clenched around him, wriggling my hips back for more.
“Gods-fuck, she’s so wet and tight,” Dante groaned. The sound of his belt buckle clinking and his trousers rustling open followed. He settled behind me, watching his fingers vanishknuckle deep in my dripping cunt. His free hand tugged his cock free, stroking himself. He jerked his cock, watching as he finger-fucked me while I sucked Simon off.
“Sweet mercy.” Simon dropped his head back. Both hands fisted in my hair, pulling my face and controlling my pace up and down on his length. “That’s it, sweet pet, suck my fucking cock. Just like that. You’re doing such a good job.”
Drool spilled past my lips and down my chin. My neck and thigh throbbed where they’d bitten me, where their venom had entered me and stolen my rational mind. Arousal leaked from my pussy around the hard fingers, setting a relentless pace in my sensitive walls. On my knees with my hands tied behind my back, and two vampires sandwiching me. It was a nightmare. It was a fever dream. It was fucking perfect.
