Page 52 of Desired for Her Blood
With a deep groan, Zuben thrusts, and I gasp. This is the first time Zuben and I have had sex when I wasn’t under the influence of vampire blood, and his cock penetrates fast and fills me completely. And its impressive length seems to expand in width once he’s in deep.
His jaw is tense and his abs ripple as he holds me aloft, buried inside me, and then he looks into my eyes with an expression I’ve not yet seen on him. An expression so full of heat and passion, but something else too, something sad—and perhaps dark.
I want to ask him what’s wrong, but I don’t get the chance.
Holding my hips he starts to thrust, pulling me back into each long hard stroke and making me cry out each time he hits home. Ryker cups my head and looks down into my eyes to make sure I’m okay.
And eye contact’s the only way we can communicate, because I can’t speak—there’s no time to get enough air between thrusts—so I nod at Ryker and then turn to Axe.
He smiles his reassurance, and then lies down to reach up from under me to hold my breasts, absorbing the bounce caused by Zuben’s hard thrusts.
My pleasure builds with each drive, hard and deep.
Each time, Zuben draws back until he’s almost outside of me, and then he quickly thrusts, using his hands to pull me forcefully against his kneeling pelvis.
His unfocussed gaze is aimed somewhere above us, and he repeats the same motions again, and again, and I’m starting to think that Ryker’s robot nickname for Zuben suits him. But while his actions are robotic, they feel too good for me to complain.
Arching into Axe’s hands, I try to move my hips to vary the angle of Zuben’s penetration, but his hands are gripping my body so tightly I can’t shift.
“I must…” Zuben’s voice breaks. “Your cunny…” Looking down into my eyes, he says, “I am sorry.”
His motions accelerate.
Working together, Zuben’s arms and back and hips drive his hardness deeper and faster inside me. So hard and fast I can’t even breathe, can’t make a sound as the friction builds into a fire that radiates from my sex to every other part of my body, and then back down. I’m shaking, vibrating in the men’s arms, unable to keep my eyes open, not sure that I’d be able to see out of them if I could.
Zuben shouts, and I open my eyes.
His gaze meets mine and the look he gives me is so intense, so painful. I want to reach out to him, but can’t begin to move. He isn’t moving either. Or at least I can’t see any movement, but based on the intense friction inside me, he’s moving faster than my eyes can perceive.
“Careful, robot,” Ryker says, and Zuben’s thrusts slow again to a point where I can tell that he’s moving, thrusting inside me quicker than I could ever imagine a person can move, but it’s mercifully slower than before and slightly gentler.
But then he shouts again. Pulling out, he shifts his position to bury his face in my sex. My hips still aloft, Zuben holds me as his tongue flicks over my clit, and then strokes through my folds, dipping inside me, before drawing back to my clit. One of his fingers slides inside me as he latches his lips over my clit and sucks.
I explode, my vaginal muscles pulsing hard around Zuben’s finger as his lips pull on my sensitive nub. And at the same time, Axe tightens his hold on my nipples, and Ryker strokes my face, uttering soft words and sounds I can’t comprehend, but they help me, they anchor me, his words let me know I’m still here, still alive, that I haven’t exploded into a million pieces or hit the cave’s ceiling.
Zuben’s suction releases and he flicks my clit lightly with his tongue as he draws his finger out from inside me, and each flick of his tongue makes my hips buck and writhe, my insides still suffering unexpected aftershocks.
Zuben lifts his head and I look into his eyes. I still don’t understand what’s bothering him, why all this pleasure seems more like pain for him, but then he looks up to the men.
“I got carried away. I am sorry.”
“Don’t apologize to me,” Ryker says. “Tell her.”
“I’m okay,” I reassure them all. “That felt…great.”
Zuben lowers my hips to the fur and I slide my butt against it, every part of my body ultra-sensitive, and then my hip hits something hard.
‘Oh!” The fur I feel on my back isn’t the pelts, I’m lying across Axel’s chest, and the hardness…I reach down but Axe shifts before I can touch his erection.
“I’m sorry,” Axe whispers in my ear as he moves out from under me. “I can’t.”
I smile at him, trying to hide the fact that my heart is breaking just a little. If this transition is as dangerous as they claim, I might never get a chance to hold Axe’s sex in my hand, never mind take him inside me, and I want that more than I can say, especially after his declaration of love.
Ryker pulls my face up and into a kiss. “How you feeling down there?” he asks. “Can you take more?”
“Yes, please.”
Ryker grins. “Maybe you should take the driver’s seat this time.”
