Page 39 of Escaping Hallow Hill Academy
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan, and it’s completely asinine for me to feel this way when they’re barely touching me, but everything is intensified with powerful magic that builds between every single touch we give one another.
Another slow kiss presses at the soft skin along the side of my knee before his tongue slides out to caress the creases of my body in a long, languid show of adoring desperation.
Steady fingers unsnap the buttons of my leather pants. One by one, the buttons give away. The cloth is pulled over my legs.
And the kissing stops.
When I heave a breath and look at the two of them, they’re both fixated on the wetness between my thighs. And the lack of panties I’m wearing there.
Styx’s fingers ghost over the inside of my thigh, and just as his palm meets my sex, a quick hand slaps him away.
“Ah ah ah. Earn it, pup,” Rueren whispers cruelly.
I glare over my shoulder at the vampire, and just as my lips part to speak my mind, the vampire’s fingers thrust into me deep and fast, stealing away my breath and every thought in my head. Faster and faster, supernaturally fast, he fucks my opening with a curl of his fingers in just the right spot.
My legs shake, and my head falls back. Thousands of sensations plow through me, shuttering and trembling to stay whole and not crack into a bursting wave of ecstasy.
The kisses against my leg continue. I feel his mouth faintly along my skin. An easy caress here, a hard bite there. Over and over and over again, he takes his time, trailing higher.
“Make him beg, pretty Sekar,” Rueren rasps against my neck.
Hot breath kisses my sex. I’m all too aware of the perfect man between my thighs.
And the way I want to make him feel.
I want him to feel like he’s mine. Even if I don’t know how much I really believe that. I want him to.
Because I care about Styx. More than anyone I’ve ever met.
The warmth of his tongue slides against my clit, and before he can go farther, my hand snatches out. Soft skin is beneath my sharp nails, and I dig them into his throat even more as I look down into the biggest green eyes.
Hopeful and wanting green eyes. We hold each other’s gazes with pent-up heat burning between our stares. The flat of his tongue slips out, and my hand grips higher, tightening my hold on his mouth itself.
He kisses my palm in a worshipping way and tilts his head closer, as if he might settle back in between my legs again.
“No,” I grind out with a gasp as Rueren rakes his teeth over my throat.
A whimper shakes from Styx, but I simply purse my lips at him and hold him so tight, I know I’m going to leave crescent-shaped marks against his pretty face.
This time, instead of kissing, he opens his mouth and sucks the sensitive skin just between my thumb and index finger. A blooming heat sears through me as his talented tongue laps over my flesh before sucking hard enough to make me clench my knees around his chest and grind against him in a shameless way.
“Please, alpha,” a deep, desperate voice asks.
And I break. Inside, I break to give him every single thing his beautiful heart desires.
But my mouth is faster.
“Sit back, puppy. And watch how Rueren fucks me with his hand.”
The growling groans that circle the room are from both of them. It’s such a wanting sound that the hard way Rueren thrusts his palm against my wetness suddenly feels all-consuming.
I hold Styx’s watchful gaze, and his attention flits from my features to my pussy, over and over and over again. Before his big body presses hard into mine, his lips graze my parted mouth, and he ever-so-lightly slides his tongue along my bottom lip.
And I’m so lost in the slamming of my heart that I can do nothing but let him.
Even as he slides his hard body lower, settles down at the heat of my core, and seals a wet, opened-mouthed kiss to the apex of my thighs, causing a cry to climb up my throat for more.
And the two of them give me just that.
