Page 98 of The Midnight Order
Is it?
I indeed had a restless energy stirring in me that wouldn’t cease, but had I known all along what would quell it?
These two are the hot air that feeds a storm, so coming here might have been a mistake.
Although maybe once I’ve come, I can fall into an easy, dreamless sleep.
One can only hope.
I lift my bottom off the king-size bed, and Corvin tugs down my silk shorts.
I’d forgone panties after my shower, longing to feel the material slide over the clean-shaven feel of my sex.
Now, I know it was a good idea.
The way Corvin runs his eyes over my apex makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
“He’s hungry for you,” Asher whispers, urging me to lie back on the pillows.
I do so reluctantly as Corvin spreads my thighs until they’re lying lax as far as they’ll go.
He doesn’t toy with me.
The vampire doctor uses his thick tongue to spread my folds and twirl around my clit.
“Oh,” I moan, and Asher’s dark chuckle tickles my ear.
“Oh, just wait. If you’re a good girl, he’ll dose your pussy with venom, and you’ll have the ride of your life.”
“He can do that? I thought you had to bite—” My words cut off as Corvin’s tongue spears inside of me, and I lose all semblance of space and relativity.
“She likes that, love. Do it again.”
Corvin does as he’s told, fucking me with his tongue while all my worries melt away into the ether of tomorrow.
Asher’s hand slips under my top, toying with my hard nipples as I arch into Corvin’s mouth.
Corvin’s eyes flick up to mine as his hands smooth over the plains of my thighs, gripping and testing.
I don’t know what he’s looking for. Is it resistance he’s searching for? Hesitance?
Any sane woman would give some, I’m sure.
I mean, they’re monsters from stories I’ve known since childhood. Even when I don’t know who I am, I know what a vampire is.
But I reach down and lie my hands over his, giving him all the reassurance he needs, and he flattens his tongue as he tugs it from my entrance, lapping it over my clit.
The tingling of his mouth on me is overwhelming on an existential level. He’s had centuries to study the female body, and male, for that matter.
And it seems like he took extensive notes on the subjects.
Because it’s never felt like this.
“Does his tongue feel good, sweetheart?” Asher teases, snuggling his nose into the crook of my neck.
I nod, my mouth unable to form any words.
“Want to go higher?”
