Page 51 of The Sanguine Selection
The little slave stutters in a breath. “I-I swear, my lord.”
“Excellent,” I all but purr as I reopen the door and help her out. “Stroke my cock.”
My abrupt command startles the Blood Slave, her gaze flying to mine in bewilderment. “I…don’t know how to do that.”
“Like this,” Mikhail calls.
Her head swivels to take in my brother, who leisurely caresses his hard length through his pants. She whimpers at the sight, her knees buckling, but I catch her before she can crash to the ground.
“Easy enough, right?”
She nods at my question before reaching a hand forward to lightly brush down the front of my pants. Her touch is feather-light, a tease more than anything else, but after a moment, she grows bolder. She flattens her palm against my cock, wrapping her fingers around it as best as she can through the fabric of my pants.
Her gaze never leaves Mikhail. She stares at him intently, trying to mimic his moves. My twin’s arousal spikes, as does mine. Our pet’s tongue flicks out to lick her full, lower lip, her expression one of concentration. It amuses me, but I don’t want her lost in her thoughts—I want her lost in how she feels.
I pick her up, her tiny frame weighing nothing, and wrap her legs around my waist. A shudder wracks her body as I grind my cock against her pussy. Even through my pants, I can feel her heat, her center already wet. Another delicious whimper escapes past her lips when I bounce her up and down a few times along my hard length.
“You’re going to help me put on a show to make my brother come.”
Her eyes widen, and although she’s innocent, she knows what I want. “No, I can’t—”
“Ah, ah, you promised,” I tease in a sing-song voice. “Now be a good little slave and fuck my cock over my pants.”
The Blood Slave opens her mouth to protest—or perhaps tell me that she doesn’t know how—so I grip the luscious globes of her ass and flex my hips, pushing my cock deeper into her warmth. Fuck, I wish I was really inside of her, but Mikhail would throw a fit, so this is as close as I can get to heaven between her legs.
In no time, her instincts take over as the Blood Slave rolls her hips in rhythm with my movements. Across the room, Mikhail groans, feeling exactly what I do—it’s as if she is riding us both. The gorgeous woman’s head falls back, exposing her neck in irresistible temptation.
Leaning forward, I skim my fangs over the delicate skin, and she moans. It probably isn’t an invitation, but I take it as one. Ever so gently, I pierce the soft flesh, barely sinking the tips of my fangs into her. She freezes before going wild in my arms, and I’m astounded at the reaction my tiny bite has on the woman.
Writhing in abandon, our pet mutters an endless stream of nonsensical words as she chases her pleasure—except, it’s not hers to take, and only mine and Mikhail’s to give. With reluctance, I remove my fangs and let her body slide down mine until she crumples to the floor at my feet like the ragdoll I’ve likened her to.
Mikhail smirks. He might be the bigger bastard of the two of us, but his ruthless ways are nothing compared to how long I can edge a woman, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, only to take it all away cruelly. Their frustration and needy arousal feeds my own depraved pleasure, but as king, it’s my right to do whatever the fuck I want.
“Go back to stroking my cock.”
She huffs, and Mikhail laughs loudly enough for us both to hear him. She shoots him a feral look under her lashes but squeaks when I wrap a hand in her long hair and yank her up until her toes barely skim the floor. Our Blood Slave is so small, her human frailty adding to her list of weaknesses. “You will show your kings the proper respect.”
“Y-yes, my lord.”
“Apologize to my brother.”
“I’m so—”
“On your hands and knees before him!”
The instant I release her, she scrambles over to Mikhail, bowing before him, mumbling a string of apologies that he promptly cuts off by shoving his cock in her open mouth. She was so busy groveling she never saw him unleash it from his pants. He pushes in too far, causing the lovely thing to gag, and now I chuckle. Mikhail fucks her face with measured brutality that makes me even harder.
I prowl behind where our Blood Slave kneels before my twin, stooping down until I’m crouched over her, and then I snake a hand out to cup her sex from under her sheer, crimson nightgown. She jolts at my touch, trying to pull away from both my twin and me, but neither of us will let her. Poor creature is between a cock and a hard place.
Tracing languid circles around her clit, I watch the fight drain out of our little human. Now her body is tense with something else altogether—need. She moans around Mikhail’s cock, and my twin tries to block from me how much he loves her mouth on him. As if he could hide such a thing. The both of us are two halves of a whole, and I know him better than myself.
Mikhail is too far gone in rapture to realize how intently I’m watching both him and the female. It’s easy for me to envision myself in my twin’s place, the pretty Blood Slave’s lips sucking me in. My movements between her legs grow rougher, and I’m forced to hold her up again as she nearly collapses under the weight of her desire and my brother’s ministrations.
Just as she is about to tip over the edge, I roar a mental command to my twin. “Come now!”
He snarls, despising being told what to do but trusts what I have in mind. Beneath me, her body stiffens, ready to convulse with the pleasure I have no intention of giving her. Mikhail shoots hot spurts of cum down her throat that she has no choice but to swallow as I move away from them both.
Tears stream down her face when my brother finally pulls back, strings of saliva connecting his cock to her mouth still. It’s damn near the most beautiful thing I’ve seen, but not as lovely as the broken expression of raw need on her pretty face. It’s so perfect, I could laugh. Mikhail and I can never fall for a woman again, but what better way to keep the Blood Slave at our side and loyal if she falls for us?
