Page 55 of Left Hand of the Divine
Beau shuddered and moaned, the sound vibrating along my fingers. Fuck, I couldn’t wait any longer.
I ripped my hand from his mouth and pressed between his shoulder blades to manoeuvre him forwards. Rafe stilled as I pressed my finger alongside his dick and against Beau’s hole.
Beau hissed as I sank my finger inside him. Gods, he was tight. For a moment, a flicker of doubt crossed my mind, but then Beau groaned long and hard as he sank further onto my finger.
“Yes,” Beau gritted out as he pulled himself upwards. “More, Rayne. Give me more.”
As Beau reached the top of Rafe’s cock, I added another finger and watched as his ass swallowed it, his hole stretching deliciously wide.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I pumped my dick with my other hand, my balls drawing tight. There was serious danger that I was going to cum just by watching Beau’s puckered hole take my fingers and my twin’s cock. It was fuckinghot.
“More,” Beau gasped, his voice lisping slightly as his vampire nature became more prevalent. I’d heard vampires mated with a bite, too. Would Beau bite us?
I glanced at my twin, his eyes wide and fixed on Beau’s mouth. He was thinking the same thing as me. Gods, I fucking hope Beau sinks those fangs into my neck again. A shudder ranthrough me as the memory of his last bite flitted across my mind. I’d never felt anything like it, and I was desperate to experience it again. Almost as desperate as needing to sink my cock into Beau’s hole.
Beau arched backwards and sank one of his hands into the hair at the back of my skull. His eyes hit mine. They were a dark blood red. His fangs extended beyond his plump lips, and his skin glistened with sweat. “Give me more. I can take it.”
He slammed his mouth to mine, his fangs slicing against my bottom lip and almost ripping it to shreds. The sting was sharp and intense, and my cock twitched in my hand. Beau pulled back and lapped at the blood dripping down his chin, his eyes shimmering in the low light.
My senses sharpened, and my thinly held control started to slip from my fingers. I let go of my dick and grabbed Beau’s throat tightly. He grinned wide and tightened his grip on my hair, twisting and tugging the strands. Pain danced along my scalp as Beau clung to me, holding me in place, locking his eyes with mine so I could watch the pain and pleasure dance in his pretty eyes.
“You want more, pretty boy? I’ll give you more,” I snarled and pulled my fingers all the way out of him.
His eyes blew wide, and his fingers stretched and clenched my hair as I lined my cock up next to my twins and pushed forwards.
“Yes, yes, yes… Oh Gods, Rayne, Rafe,” Beau moaned, saying our names with reverence as I sank into his heat.
Fuuuuck.
He was so tight. And warmand fuck.
I couldn’t stop.
Couldn’t think.
Could barely hold back.
I slammed into him the rest of the way. Beau stiffened in my arms, his muscles taut and back arched beautifully. His claws extended and sliced into the skin at the base of my skull. Rafe hissed and jerked as the claws on Beau’s other hand sank into his chest, blood pooling beneath his fingers.
We’d done it. We were connected in the most intimate, beautiful way, and my heart exploded in my chest as the magic started to blossom between us all.
Wind picked up around us as the energy surged.
Time slowed. The world narrowed. There was only us. Only this moment.
We moved as one, pleasure firing through our bodies. Rising and climbing and singing through our veins like wildfire.
I wrapped my hand around Beau’s cock, pumping it in time with our thrusts. My core tightened, and the tell-tale sign of an orgasm tingled at the base of my spine. I grabbed my twin’s hand and pulled him upwards. Our eyes met. Locked.
This wasit.
Together, we sank our fangs into Beau.
It was more than a bite. It was ancient and primal.
Beau roared out as we bit him on either side of his neck, the mark searing into his skin. Our souls reached for each other, weaving the threads together until they were one.
My orgasm ripped through me like lightning, sparking and searing my nerves with a pleasure so intense it was blinding. Ipulled away, feeling the bond coil around my heart. A bond that no blade would sever, or time diminish.
