Page 53 of Desired for Her Blood
“Me?” I’m not sure what he means by that, but Ryker lies down on the furs and pulls me off Axe to stretch over him as we kiss again. Ryker’s erection pulses as it presses against my belly, and Axe’s hand strokes my butt cheeks.
Splitting and bending my legs to straddle Ryker’s body, I rub my belly over his hard cock, and Axe slides his thick finger down through my butt cheeks until he reaches my folds.
Ryker kisses me deeply, as Axe’s finger pushes inside me.
My hips rise, and I break the kiss. “Oh!”
“She’sverytender,” Axe says.
Ryker looks concerned for a moment, and then a devilish look takes over his eyes. “Good thing I’ve got lube.”
“Lube?” I ask.
Bringing his hand to his mouth, Ryker bites down.
Axe helps support me as Ryker shifts so that he can reach to coat his erection with blood.
“You sure that’s a good idea?” Axe asks, and Ryker groans as he nods.
My eyes are wide with shock as I watch him spread his thick red blood over his cock. Shock that he’s doing it, shock that Axe and Zuben aren’t stopping him, and shock that it’s turning me on. I barely have time to process what he’s doing, or why, before Ryker reaches up to put one of his blood dampened fingers between my lips.
I suck on it, hard, quickly feeling out of control as I draw his digit in deeper. The taste of his blood, the thrill and energy it gives me—
I’m sucking so hard without thinking, so hard I feel like I might pull off his finger, but it’s clear who’s really in control, when Ryker switches to a second finger, offering my eager lips more of his blood.
As I suck on Ryker’s second finger, other hands—Axe’s? Zuben’s? Who can tell? Who cares?—lift my hips to position me over Ryker’s damp cock. And the moment the pressure and fiery heat of Ryker’s head hits my sex, I’m overcome with need.
Dropping my hips quickly, I impale my body on his cock.
My lips open, absorbing the ecstasy, and Ryker’s finger slips out of my mouth.
“Oh, my!” I cry out. I can’t think of any other way to express the feeling as I slowly rise up and down over Ryker’s hardness, my hands on his chest.
His blood has heightened my senses and I can feel every part of his rod inside me, every vein and ridge and hard muscle that forms him. And I can sense every millimeter of my own insides too—how each part of him feels different as he slides through each part of me.
Axe turns my face toward him and kisses me gently, treating my lips and tongue with reverence, a sharp contrast to how solid and commanding Ryker’s cock feels between my legs—like it owns me. Because, even though I’m the one on top and controlling the motion, Ryker’s intrusion feels undoubtedly assertive.
And yet Ryker remains motionless beneath me, letting me set the pace. I’m the one determining the depth and choosing where my body wants to be stroked, and the feeling of control—of power—generates an entirely new level of sexual pleasure I’d never before imagined.
As much as I love being taken, being fucked, as much as I adore the feeling of being overpowered by any one of these men, this…this…
Pressing down again, I take Ryker as deep as I can. Then I arch, pulsing my hips back and forth, instead of moving up and down, and I discover a whole new way to glean pleasure from his cock.
Cupping my face in his hands, Axe plunges his tongue inside my mouth, and then moans. My whole body vibrates with the sound, and finding one of Axe’s large hands, I move it to my breast.
Where has Zuben gone?
The moment I wonder, I feel his hands stroking my shoulders and then up to my throat and down my back. Then Zuben’s hands slide over my ass as I rock over Ryker’s cock.
Zuben strokes my ass cheeks as I ride Ryker, and then he slaps one of them. I suck in a breath through my kiss as I absorb the sharp sting, but then his long finger slides between my ass cheeks, abrading the sensitive skin there each time I pump over Ryker’s cock.
My desire heightens, and I move faster, increasing the friction I crave. The tiny taste of vampire blood not only healed any tenderness in my overworked sex, it raised my desire a thousand fold.
Breaking away from Axe’s lips, I look down to Ryker. “More. I need more.”
With a devilish grin, Ryker grips my hips and starts pumping me over him, his powerful arms guiding me up his cock and then pulling me back down to meet his pelvis at the same time he thrusts up from the furs. He repeats this over and over, pounding into me deeply.
And at the same time, Zuben’s finger increases its pressure between my ass crack, rubbing over my asshole, and Axe fondles my breasts, his hands teasing and massaging and tightening around my nipples as my body bounces over Ryker’s.
