Page 114 of Undying
The strong cords of his neck have my fangs throbbing, and my mouth floods with the cinnamon that I associate with my venom. Tension holds Stanton rigid beneath me, and some of his anxiety bleeds into me. Bloodlust clears from my head, and a furrow appears between my brows as I frown at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Just bite me quickly,” he rasps out, his low voice seductive, and my spine stiffens when I realize he’s trying to use his vampiric influence on me.
“Yeah, because that’s what a girl wants to hear from her mate,” I mutter and cross my arms to contain my hurt. “Just bite me,” I mimic.
He blinks twice, a massive scowl darkening his face, and his eyes narrow dangerously when he glares at me. Sitting only a few inches away from his face, I shiver and can understand why some humans would piss themselves when faced with an angry vampire.
I’m not so easily swayed.
He inhales deeply, then blows out the aggrieved breath through his nose, like I’m trying his patience, which only ups my annoyance another notch. When he speaks, it’s through gritted teeth. “I’m trying to be considerate. I’m barely holding myself back from rutting you like a beast. If you—”
“Wait,” I interrupt, my head tipped to the side as I try to understand his reasoning. “Who asked you to hold yourself back? I’m not giving you a chance to change your mind. If you want to be my mate, we’re not going to do this by half measure.”
He blinks at me once, like he can’t process what I said. When he answers, he speaks slowly, like I’m the confused one here. “We aren’t alone. Our first time should be in a bed, where I can lock you in a bedroom for a week and worship you properly.”
It’s my turn to be speechless for a second.
Fuck that!
I lean back suddenly, trusting that he will catch me, and he doesn’t disappoint. When his arms wrap around me, I use my legs to shove away from the seat, and we land on the floor in a tangle of limbs. A grin tugs at my lips at the startled expression on his face, and I grin up at him from where I’m sprawled beneath him.
“Fuck…I gotta remember that move for later,” Tobias comments in an amused voice, leaning forward to unabashedly watch the drama.
Castle nods, his wordless hum of agreement so low, I can hear his wolf in it. Milo swallows, his eyes wide, but there is a hint of curiosity in them that has my breath catching.
I’m not a shy girl. I don’t care about having an audience. In fact, there is something hot about him fucking me while my other mates watch that just does it for me.
Stanton catches my chin, forcing me to turn and look only at him. A smirk slowly takes over his face at whatever he sees in my eyes. His expression turns sensual, his voice a sexy rasp when he speaks. “You like the idea of them watching me take you.”
It’s not a question, but I nibble on my bottom lip and nod anyway.
That’s all the prompting he needs. My next breath is stolen by his kiss, and the rest of the world falls away. I almost expect him to rip my clothes from my body, but Stanton has more foresight than me at the moment.
His hands skim up my legs, slipping around to trail up the sensitive flesh of the back of my thighs. The action drags up my skirt, and I find his restraint fucking sexy.
Unfortunately, I have none.
When I reach for his clothing, Tobias leans down to capture my wrists and holds them down. “Nuh-uh, naughty kitten. No touching.”
I glance up at him, ready to pull out a full pout to get my way, but I don’t have a chance. Santon’s devilish fingers find my clit, strumming it expertly, and I completely forget what I was about to say.
“Hold her.” Stanton issues the order in a harsh voice. The guys instantly obey, dropping to their knees beside us, and I suddenly find my hands and legs pinned.
When I’m helpless, Stanton’s indomitable will finally snaps, and he loses control. He stuffs three fingers into me without warning, and I gasp at the intrusion, feeling stretched by him. He doesn’t let up on my clit, and the pain-pleasure sensors in my brain get twisted up.
He thrusts his fingers into me relentlessly, stretching me, and I can’t stop from twisting in their grips, unsure if I’m trying to get away or get closer. Without any warning, he bends down and sucks my clit into his mouth, twists his hands in a way that finds that special spot inside me, and I detonate.
He continues to lick and suck on my clit, stretching out my orgasm, his ministrations gentling as I come down from my high. Just when I get my breath back, he removes his fingers from my core, and I whimper from the loss.
He boldly sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking my essence clean, his eyes trained on mine the entire time.
I’m not sure why that’s so fucking hot, but my body reacts like it’s never had an orgasm, already craving more. Never once taking his gaze from mine, he reaches for the closure of his pants. I’m so distracted that it takes me a couple of heartbeats to notice that the rest of the guys have their dicks out.
Their cocks stand stiff and proud as they slowly stroke themselves—even my sweet, shy Milo—and my mouth waters. It’s a sight that will be forever burned in my memories, and I struggle against their hold, trying to reach for them.
Stanton grabs my jaw, his grip almost painful as he forces me to look at him, and he snarls, “I’m allowing them to share this moment with us, but don’t mistake my generosity for anything else. They can look but not touch.”
I immediately nod, distracted when he shoves down his pants. His cock springs free, hard and heavy, and my pussy clenches at the sight of him. He grabs himself at the base, his hand not even able to encircle his massive size, then he boldly strokes himself from root to tip, his grip so hard, it looks almost painful.
