Page 46 of Death Comes for Her
When they asked me questions, I answered vaguely. It didn’t go unnoticed by the Ambrose lords, who carefully crafted their questions. Especially Simon, who I nearly slipped up and admitted more than I wanted to several times.
I knew on some level that Dante and Simon had worked out who I was. Though neither endeavored to admit it. Our trio merely danced around the fact of my lineage, even though it was as clear as day.
I told them that my father severed my wings on the Everdark morning, but not who my father was. I shared my softest memories of my mother, and when Dante hinted it had been her wings in his office, I changed topics.
They listened, attentive and rapt, as I recited fairy poetry from books that I’d read a decade ago. Both lords seemed to be trapped in a trance, not unlike how intoxicated they appeared when they imbibed my blood. Something about fairies quoting the words of laureates had a mesmerizing quality to the listener. And apparently vampires weren’t immune to the effect, leading to me being ambushed as soon as the last words dripped off my lips.
I peered through my lashes at Simon across from me, his head bent, and Dante’s cock buried in the back of his throat. Our gazes locked, and he managed a wicked smile around the girth in his mouth. I quivered, thighs shaking around Dante’s head as my core barreled towards a mind-numbing climax.
Delicious shudders rolled through my body as I came on his tongue. Dante lapped at my orgasm, drinking it until his lipsand chin were utterly dripping. Simon continued sucking him off until my shaking subsided.
I crawled down Dante’s body, relishing in the feeling of his tensing abdominals under my greedy palms. Then I snagged my fingers in Simon’s silky white hair and jerked his head back. His mouth popped off Dante’s cock, connected by glistening strings of saliva. I slammed my mouth into his swollen lips, tasting his low moan as it escaped his throat. His tongue darted over the seam of my lips, and I parted my mouth, allowing his tongue to plunder and conquer me in the most delirious ways.
Throwing my legs around, I shifted to face Dante with Simon at my back. Simon leaned back, and I reached behind me to grab his cock. I thrust my hips back, rocking my glistening pussy over the length of his pretty cock until it was soaked. Then I shifted forward and dropped myself onto his brother’s cock instead.
Simon huffed out a frustrated grunt. Dante dropped his head on the pillows and moaned with satisfaction. A smile ghosted over my lips as Dante’s throbbing length stretched me. I emitted a delirious giggle, a low and wanton sound as I lifted and dropped myself on his cock.
After bouncing on his cock a few times, I glanced over my shoulder, smirking at a glaring Simon. Leaning forward on Dante’s chest, I reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks. I spread them open and wiggled my hips, inviting Simon to fill me completely.
The corner of his mouth twitched up, and his pale eyes glinted with salacious darkness. He grabbed the base of his cock in one hand, bracing the other on my hips. He notched the tip of his cock at my ass and a sigh punched past my lips.
“Relax, sweet pet. You know you can take it.” He placed a kiss on my shoulder, and my muscles eased. “You can take me. There you are.” His cock entered me from behind, intensifyingthe stretch and feeling of being so insanely full. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”
Simon’s aristocratic mask slipped, falling away and shattering apart to reveal a creature of teeth and longing. His beautiful face twisted into that of a cold predator, grasping and clawing at my sides, hips, ass, as his hips snapped against my backside. My arousal coating his cock eased the path as he thrusted into me from behind.
Early red light seeped in through the windows, a dwindling fire sputtered and crackled in the fireplace. The warmth of smooth skin and soft sheets brushed over my sensitized flesh. Sighs, moans, and grunts made a symphony of pleasure as our trio coupled with ardent passion and zealous frenzy.
I rocked my hips, riding Dante, who groped at my breasts and teased my nipples. The vampire lords entered and withdrew from me, each taking their own pace as they fucked my holes.
Arms shaking from exertion, I dropped onto Dante’s chest. He kissed me fleetingly before I nuzzled my face into his neck. I licked up the column of his throat before a new urge seized me. I sank my teeth into him, feeling the vibration of his groan against my mouth. The thrilling sensation of his flesh trapped between my teeth almost distracted me from the cocks slipping through me.
I wanted to make a feast of him in the way they did to me. Dante and Simon were a drug I felt I deserved to abuse. They were mine in some feral, insane way, and I didn’t intend to give up that feeling now that I had it. Though my teeth weren’t made for penetration as theirs were, Dante’s neck looked lovely with the pink intention of my teeth marring his tanned skin. His pleased, deep groans were delicious as he reveled in the ache of my bite.
“Let’s fill up all of those sweet holes, shall we?” Simon’s hand on my hip dipped between my thighs. He stroked two fingersover my pussy lips where Dante stretched and filled me and gathered my weeping arousal.
His thumb strummed over my clit. I gasped from the added sensation. Simon took his opportunity and shoved the two middle digits into my mouth. “Pretty girl, don’t you taste so good?”
“Mmmph—” I mumbled around the digits fucking my mouth, stroking over my tongue. I writhed, squirming between the two vampires with no possible escape.
“My brother asked you a question. It’s rude to ignore him, pet,” Dante growled, digging his fingers into my arms to keep me from wriggling further. His hips jerked upward, near painfully slamming his length into my cervix. “Well? Be a good little whore and answer him.”
I whined around his fingers, glittering tears falling from my eyes. My stomach leapt with heat and my inner walls clenched around the cocks slipping in and out of me at differing, torturous paces. Simon withdrew his fingers enough, and I stole a gasp.
“Ye—yes!”
“Yes, what, whore?”
“I taste good. Yes, I taste good!”
“What a good girl,” Simon purred, the sound verged on a growl. “Of course you’re being so good for us. You love this. You love being a good girl for us, don’t you?”
“Mhm.” I nodded as he traced his cool fingers over my swollen lips. Then he gripped my chin and tipped my head back. Golden waves of my hair tickled the length of my spine. Simon buried his face in the side of my neck, pressing his chest to my back as he stroked into my ass.
“This is exactly what our dirty fairy whore wanted—what she needed.” Dante thrusted faster into my soaked cunt. I heard the lewd sound of how wet I was with eachshlickof his girth entering me, provoking wanton shivers through my body. Andeach thrust from either vampire drove the inferno higher and higher within me as it reached for the release of the heavens.
Receiving praise from one vampire and degradation from the other created a heady fog in my mind. The lords fulfilled a deranged need for intimacy that veered beyond the realm of sex. Pure primordial animalism that drove us into one another’s arms relentlessly.
Our trysts and moments of bliss had evolved into a physical and emotional intimacy that bordered on being spiritual—possibly even divine. They were inside of me, and I wanted to cut myself open, pull them into me and devour them. I needed Dante and Simon consumed by me, swallowed whole—bones and all—and nestled against my heart.
