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Between Ryker’s strikes from behind, I take Axe deep into my mouth again, and then Ryker accelerates, repetitively shouting curses as he slams into me, and I struggle not to clench my teeth around Axe’s cock.
With Ryker moving faster and harder, I no longer feel safe to move over Axe. Instead, I hold myself still and suck, but my head continues to move anyway, forward and back and crashing into Axe’s hard body as Ryker pounds into me from behind.
I scream around Axe’s cock, unable to hear it, as another orgasm takes hold of me. My shout is muffled by Axe’s girth plugging my lips and my throat, and all I can hear are the groans of both men.
Axe’s cock pulses between my lips, stretching my mouth even wider, and then it tightens, throbbing as it rubs against my tongue.
And at the same time, Ryker’s cock expands, twitching inside me as he thrusts, as he continues to pound into every part of me, almost like his cock is trying to find a way to escape through my walls.
And still my orgasm continues, my body pulsing and shaking as I’m suspended between them.
Axe roars, and his hot thick spunk fills my mouth and throat, and at the same time Ryker shoots his load inside my pussy, hot hard shots of fluid that increase the lubrication between us, igniting another round of my own contractions.
And as their vampiric essences absorb into my body, my climax intensifies, consuming me with a violent power I’m not sure will ever end.
My back arches and bends, twisting, trying to escape the intense pleasure, while at the same time seeking out more. And I’m glad that I don’t have to choose whether or not to end this.
I have no choice. My body’s impaled at both ends, defenseless and trapped between two rock-solid cannons, both shooting come at once, and both delivering unimaginable pleasure.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ember
Lyingon the furs in a tangle of Axe and Ryker’s bodies, I consider again if I’ve changed. Even exhausted from the vigorous sex that went on for hours, I feel stronger, more powerful, but I don’t know how being a vampire is supposed to feel. Or whether I’m on my way.
“Am I a vampire now?” I whisper softly, even though both men are sleeping.
“You are not.” Zuben’s voice comes from across the cave. “I failed.”
Ryker stirs in his sleep, his arm forming my pillow, and I start to wiggle, hoping to free myself enough to sit, without waking either of them.
As soon as I start my escape, I feel the chill of the cave’s damp air tingling my skin. But who needs blankets, or furs—or clothes—when you’re sleeping between two large men—especially when neither are human and seem to have internal furnaces inside them.
Axe’s body shifts as I sit, his head sliding from my belly to my lap and he wraps a thick arm possessively around my hips, even as he breathes heavily, still asleep.
Ryker’s hand trails lazily up and down my spine. “Morning, little dove.” The contented grin on his face tells me everything I need to know, and then he reaches up to tweak my nipple, raising his eyebrows a few times, and then winking.
I take his hand off my breast and kiss his palm. “I want to check on Zuben.”
He nods.
I push my body back along the fur, expecting a struggle to get out from under the weight of Axe’s body, but getting free is easier than I expect.
Axe stirs, looking up at me in surprise. Kneeling, I kiss him gently and offer a reassuring smile and he drifts back to sleep.
Zuben’s facing the wall as I head over, and I realize that Ryker is following behind me.
“Okay with you if I talk to Zuben alone for a minute?” I ask Ryker.
He nods, and then runs toward the pool and dives in from what looks to me like way too far back from the edge, but he breaks the water’s surface at least fifteen feet away from the rock perimeter.
“Zuben,” I say softly as I approach. “Can we talk?”
Zuben’s still shirtless, an unusual state for him to be in for this long, and I marvel again at his statuesque male beauty as his shoulders rise and fall softly.
If he wanted to give up whatever it is he does for DEFTA, he could certainly have a career as a model.
His forehead is resting against the stone, and blood trails down from the spot. I cringe as I slide my hand onto his back, and his body reacts to my touch, his back tensing and arching, his shoulders rising to inflate ropey muscles before dropping back down.
