I don’t know if I can handle higher, but I’m willing to try, so again, I nod.
Asher and Corvin share a grin as Corvin’s eyes grow concerned.
“You’ll be able to stop, love. If not, I’ll stop you.”
His reassurance spikes through my heart as I sit up on my pillow a bit to watch what happens next. Corvin peels back from my center, and his fangs elongate, dripping with what I can only assume is venom.
When he plunges forward toward my apex again, Asher holds me down as the need to thrash overcomes me—the need to run.
“Corvin!” I scream.
His fangs pierce my sensitive flesh, missing anything vital but still causing a sting before the rush of venom laces through me.
My orgasm has me shattering, arched off the bed, crying out inconsolably as Asher nibbles my ear and flicks his tongue against it, his hands toying relentlessly with my nipples.
Before I know it, I’m building toward another, and I don’t know if I can handle it. Corvin’s bite is already gone, and I don’t think he even drank a drop of my blood. His bite was purely meant for my pleasure.
I can’t believe he would have the strength or even the desire to do that for me. Tears are forming in my eyes and blurring my vision.
His mouth is merciless, the flicks of his tongue unending, and I’m orgasming once more as he adds a finger inside me and allows me to ride it out on his hand.
“I think one more should suffice,” Asher tells Corvin, and Corvin pops up from my center with a feral look.
“If I taste her for another second, I’m going to lose it. I need more.”
I. Need. More.
Three words have my body begging for the same. Pleading.
“More,” I whisper through panted breaths.
“You want more? You want to fuck my mate?”
The way he said it has a bit of shame and guilt welling up in my chest, but Asher sheds that worry as he cups my face and takes my lips with his.
It’s a kiss of reassurance, much like I’d given Corvin with a graze of my hands against his.
“We have to learn to share if this is to work.”
I realize that, but I also remember him storming out of the house after our last encounter, and I don’t want him to get hurt again.
“Are you sure?” I whisper against his lips.
He nods. “Besides, no one said I wouldn’t be involved, sweetheart.”
That has my blood churning in my veins even harder.
What could it possibly mean?
Asher gets off the bed and draws Corvin with him.
For a long time, I watch them kiss, and then I watch as Asher sinks to his knees and takes Corvin’s cock into his mouth.
Corvin’s unforgiving, using both hands on Asher’s head to fuck into his mouth. Asher’s gagging as my hand slinks down to my center and rubs. Once. Twice.
“Fuck yourself. Two fingers,” Corvin strains, watching with crazed ruby eyes while moving Asher’s mouth on him.
The entire room is under his control, and it’s mesmerizing to be a part of.