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The waves of pleasure and contractions are stronger than anything I’ve experienced before and, given how I’m writhing, it’s hard to understand how the men are holding me in this position between them. Hard to believe every bone in my body isn’t snapping under the pressure of my own violent throes.
Over and over my pleasure crests, rising higher and higher until I can no longer breathe, no longer see or hear or move. All I can do is feel. Feel the impact of everything these men are doing to my body.
I collapse, every muscle going slack at once as I drop off a mountain peak. But there’s nowhere to fall. My sex is still wedged against Axe’s mouth, Ryker’s cock is still deep in my cunt and Zuben’s still holding my tits.
Zuben massages my sensitive orbs and raw nipples, licking them as if trying to soothe the damage inflicted by his bites and pinches, and at the same time Axe’s pressure on my clit abates, his tongue gently stroking now as the aftershocks of my orgasm rattle through me.
Ryker’s cock throbs, feeling impossibly harder now, a shaft of hot granite expanding as it continues slamming inside me. Gripping my hips more tightly, he explodes, his come shooting forcefully, scorching me with his fiery thick juices that fill me beyond capacity and ooze out as he pumps.
A rock smashes to the ground—not three feet away from us.
“Now,” Zuben shouts. “The cave is collapsing. We must go.”
Axe licks up through my pubic hair and onto my stomach, circling there. “She needs time to recover,” he says, and his deep voice rumbles through my belly.
Ryker pulls out of me, and my insides pulse, missing him already, my contractions crying out for more. Axe shifts me, clearly planning to cradle me into his arms, but another rock falls, and so I shimmy out of his hands to land on my feet.
All around us, the cave is showing signs of collapse. It’s a miracle none of us has yet been struck by a rock.
Although…if one strikes us…vampires can heal. I can heal.
I glance down at my breast, and it shows no signs of Zuben’s abuse. And I have fangs. I drank Zuben’s blood straight from his throat. The reality of all the things that have happened hit me at once.
I need time to process, but time is something we don’t have.
“Come on.” I step toward the water. “Let’s hope I can stay underwater long enough to reach that well.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ember
We all dive in,swimming the full length of the pool with just two strokes. At the far end, Zuben enters the narrow underwater passageway first, and Ryker nods for me to be next.
I know that all I’ve done is dive into the water and swim the length of the pool, but my lungs aren’t aching for air yet. Not one bit. Still, it’s hard to trust that they won’t. Fear invades, urging me to surface for one last gasp of oxygen.
A rock slams into the water above us, one so large it drops quickly even against the water’s resistance, and Axe shifts to the side as the boulder narrowly misses his head. These men have faced so much danger—because of me.
Heading into the darkness, I swim after Zuben.
The passage is fully dark, but…as my eyes adjust, I can easily see Zuben’s long legs as they kick ahead of me. He has a bundle tied around his waist. Did he bring his suit?
Whatever is around his waist, it looks like clothes, but, more to the point, I can see it. When the guys mentioned night vision, I pictured something like they show in the movies when soldiers use goggles that turn everything an eerie green, but it’s not like that, not at all.
It’s more like—kicking hard to keep up, I consider how to describe it—I can tell that there’s no light permeating the water in this narrow passage, but at the same time, I can see. Everything is clear, but all the colors have been muted, and blurred slightly by the water’s current. I can even make out the ripples in the water created by Zuben’s wake as he moves against the water’s force.
As I kick and stroke through the rushing water, the rock walls flash past my peripheral vision. We’re moving quickly—very quickly—even though there’s a slight current against us.
Zuben’s kick shifts, and then he disappears from my view. Panic threatens, but then I see his lower body to my side and I stop.
My head breaks through the water’s surface, as do Ryker’s and Axe’s soon after. We’re in a small space, the top of it only three or four inches above our heads, but it gives us enough space to lift our noses and mouths out of the water to breathe.
I draw in the damp, metallic air. “Are we there?” I look up for signs of a well.
Zuben shakes his head. “We have barely begun our journey. But I wanted to give you a chance to breathe in case you needed it.”
Ryker’s hand slides up my back, a deliciously welcome caress. “How you feeling, little dove?”
“Fantastic.” I lean against him in the water, then turn toward Axe who’s quiet, slightly away from the rest of us.
