Page 164 of The Midnight Order
It seems tonight isn’t the night for a lot of things.
“If things get too intense or you want us to stop, just say your safe word,” Asher murmurs into her neck, which she elongates.
She’s very trusting of us. It’s always been the most thrilling thing about her. But also the most ignorant.
“I still don’t see how he’s going to feed when I’m in the w—” Silver’s words cut off as I turn my neck, and Asher crowds over her shoulder, sinking his fangs into my vein.
Silver whimpers.
It’s enchanting to know that she reacts to us like we do to her.
Asher has my nose pressed into Silver’s cheek at this angle, and it doesn’t take much for her to turn her face and capture my lips.
The entire world in this moment feels like it’s stopped.
To be with both of them feels… right.
Her tongue parts my lips as Asher’s venom leaks into my veins. While it doesn’t affect me as much as it does Silver, the hazy hands of its effects maneuver through my body, causing it to awaken.
Hunger, gnawing and profound, clasps me in hand. Soon, all I can hear is the sound of Silver’s rapid heartbeat. All I can scent is her perfect perfume and the racing of her blood.
Sucking her tongue earns me a moan from Silver and a protracted tug on my vein from Asher.
I feel like I’m caught between heaven and hell, and I can’t choose which one I want to visit most.
How does one choose?
I suppose in this situation, I don’t have to make a choice.
I can have a taste of both.
I nick Silver’s bottom lip, just the smallest wound, to allow her cherry-flavored blood to tang my tongue.
I siphon a long swill, tasting her, devouring her, savoring her.
I don’t register that Asher has closed my throat until his lips hover over my ear. “That’s a good boy,” Asher praises. “Such restraint. I’m so hard for you right now. Feel.” He places my hand over his hardness. The back of it brushes against Silver’s ass, and I groan, sucking harder on Silver’s lip.
Her sweet breaths are fanning over my nose and only taking me higher as she moans.
Did she hear what he said?
Did it enliven her?
Licking over her wound, I close it. I pull back, needing to see her and know how much this affects her.
Her pupils are blown; her cheeks filled with a delicate rouge I’d love to drain from her. The way she presses her thighstogether tells me she’s wet. I no longer worry about which one of us she’s wet for.
She’s wet forus.
Both of us.
All of us.
“On your knees, Sweet Silver,” Asher says, and I don’t register the command until she’s sliding off the table to her knees.
She looks up at me with a heady stare I want to keep on her face for the rest of her life, no matter how long that is.
I’m caught in her gaze, trapped in her depths like a sailor called home to the bottom of the drink.
