“I’ve always been yours,” I breathe, and Lowell’s resolve snaps.
His tongue spears between my folds, laving over my clit as two fingers sink inside me. Jasper holds me to the tree as Asher captures my nipple in his mouth, toying with the other.
Corvin drops his hand away from his face, stepping closer with a stealth I know takes effort.
Everything before this seems so inconsequential. Everything that happened to get me here doesn’t matter.
Only this matters.
Only them.
Only us.
My body’s so overstimulated from venom already that my first orgasm takes me by surprise.
Corvin finally arrives at my right side and dips down to capture my lips, giving me an outlet for my frustration.
Suddenly, I’m lost in a field of daisies with him holding my hand, and everything around us is muted. The deep kiss tells me every word he can’t find or give.
Lowell pulls away, standing before he lifts me over his shoulder.
“Let’s take this home. You never know who could be watching.”
His words spike fear through my stomach right before it enters my throat from the speed with which we’re moving.
When we get home, we’re no more than in the massive front sitting room before Lowell drops me on the couch with a bounce.
Every naked inch of me is on display and bounces from the toss.
The three of them arrive next in a whoosh, becoming corporeal before me before I can even track the sound accompanying them.
Corvin still has a hunger lurking in his eyes, and it has me inching up the couch in retreat. Asher plops down beside me, fully clothed with a look of intrigue.
“You see that look in his eyes?”
I nod, biting my bottom lip.
“That’s what has me obsessed with him. You became his new fixation when you got him out of that lab, away from his toys.” He leans closer as Corvin drops to his knees, prying my thighsapart and running his gaze over my slit. “To be the object of his fascination becomes an addiction,” he whispers as Corvin drops to the inside of my thigh and sniffs his way to my center.
The very center that Lowell was just devouring. It’ll still smell like the orgasm he gave me. I’ll bet it still tastes like Lowell.
My eyes flick up to the male in question momentarily, but he looks as intrigued as I feel.
I’m distracted by Asher’s tongue rimming my ear when Corvin strikes with his fangs, latching onto my labia and sucking.
It’s euphoric.
It’s a rush.
It’s too much.
I cry out, arching off the couch as every nerve in my body bursts into flame.
“Oh, look how pretty you look on his fangs, sweetheart,” Asher whispers.
Corvin sucks harder, growling at the blood filling his mouth before pulling back and looking up at me with unsatisfied starvation.
In a blink, he licks the wound closed, pulls me off the couch, and bends me over the cushions.