Page 84 of Trapped for Her Blood
I want this to last forever, this weightless fucking, our depth in the water and the depth of his drives, both fully controlled by him.
But my lungs start to squeeze. I’m running out of air.
Alarmed, I look into his eyes, and with a strong kick from him, we surface. I gasp, gulping down air.
“Forgive me.” He pulls me tightly against him, his hips moving slowly to slide his cock gently inside me as his powerful legs move under the surface to hold us aloft and his hands keep me positioned so he can stay deeply inside me.
“Vampires can stay under water a long time,” he says as he rocks his hips against me. “And I thought, maybe…”
I look into his eyes realizing what he meant. “Because I burn in the sun after you feed from me, you thought maybe I could breathe underwater too.”
He nods.
I tip my pelvis to meet some of his rocking strokes, and my diamond hard nipples graze his chest. I’ve lost all sense of time, but I’m pretty certain I was underwater longer than I ever have been before. Was it only instinct that told me I needed to surface?
I still have so much to learn about what my blood can do, both for me and for the vampires I share it with. Zuben needs to tell me everything he knows and suspects.
I glance to the edge of the pool, and then freeze.
“Ryker.”
“Want it faster, baby?” He thrusts harder.
“No. They’re back.” Zuben and Axel are standing near the entrance of the cave, shadows in the dim light, but there is no mistaking the massive shape of Axe, or the statuesque elegant cut of Zuben’s suit over his lean, muscular body.
“Hey guys.” Ryker calls out, then he moves us toward shore, even as he stays buried and thrusting inside me.
“Do not let us interrupt your fornication,” Zuben says flatly. “But I am afraid that we do have some troubling news to share.”
“To be continued,” Ryker whispers in my ear, as he lifts me off his cock, and I land softly on my ass on the stone edge of the pool.
Pushing down, he thrusts out of the water himself, landing on his feet at my side, and then reaches down to help me stand.
Accepting his hand to rise, I lean into his body as he wraps his arm around me, and the water drips off of our naked bodies.
“We brought clothing.” Zuben walks toward us, and my cheeks heat.
Axe and Zuben saw Ryker fucking me. And the other day Axe saw me with Zuben. But I admit that the heat in my cheeks is less about shame or embarrassment, and more about being turned on by the idea of them watching.
Is that wrong?
No. Why should I feel embarrassed by my feelings and fantasies? It’s not like my sexual relationship with Ryker was a secret to anyone, and neither of the other two men are doing anything to make this more awkward than it already is. If I hadn’t spotted them, they may have watched for much longer.
Or maybe joined us.
A flash flood of arousal courses through my body, and I close my eyes as heat pools between my legs. Being with any one of these men is overwhelming; it’s hard to imagine the sensory overload of all three.
I open my eyes as Axel carries what looks like two huge slabs of meat to the far side of the cave, and Zuben takes cloth bundles toward the fire. He drops one and it reveals its contents as firewood, based on the sound when the bundle lands.
Ryker and I walk slowly toward Zuben as he pulls some wood out and places some logs strategically over the now dying fire.
“So what’s this news?” Ryker asks, squeezing my ass.
“Octavia,” Zuben says, and Ryker tenses beside me. His entire body goes rigid and his gait breaks, before returning to a casual saunter with me at his side.
“What about her?” he asks, clearly trying to mask the tension in his voice.
Rising from his crouch, Zuben brushes off the flaps of his jacket, and the tops of his slacks. “She has been informed that you escaped from your bindings.”
