Page 19 of Undying
I hum at the massive size of his cock, unable to get my hand around the sheer girth of him, and my core weeps to feel him thrusting into me deep. I wiggle, desperate for more friction, and he curses, the words foreign and guttural, just this side of desperate.
The fabric of my dress rips, and his hand comes to rest on my naked thigh. The heat from his palm sears my flesh, then he boldly strokes my clit once before he sinks his thick fingers deep into my core.
My thighs clamp down hard around his hand, and I whimper as the action just pushes him deeper. A second hand grabs my thigh, forcing my legs open and exposing me to their gazes. I’m pinned, helpless to do anything as they pleasure me with deep, hard thrusts.
I arch, my fangs digging deeper into the barbarian’s forearm, each pull of his blood sending my senses into overdrive. The Viking’s fingers curl inside me, his thumb pressing against my clit, flicking it three times in rapid succession, and my body detonates.
I hear more cursing, people growling, then the world around me fades.
The last thing I feel is being cradled close.
Almost protectively.
It’s such a novel sensation that my body shuts down, and I trustingly curl against the two of them before sinking into a peaceful darkness.
ChapterSeven
STANTON
Icurse and nearly swerve off the road when the first hint of her lust perfumes the air. It’s so potent, my cock hardens without my permission, something that hasn’t happened in the last six centuries.
I open my mouth to blast the fucking idiots, then nearly swallow my tongue when I glance at the wolves in the rearview mirror. Tobias is feeding her, wearing a blissed-out, possessive expression while cuddling her against his chest. I peer at Castle next, ready to demand he restrain the asshole, but the levelheaded Viking isn’t paying attention to anything but his hands buried between her luscious thighs.
She writhes between them, and I tighten my grip on the steering wheel to keep from doing something stupid. I doubt she’s even aware of what’s happening. Newly turned vampires are controlled by their baser urges during the first few years of their lives.
I debate pulling the vehicle to the side of the road, but the damage is already done. If I try to interfere now, the wolves would probably go for my throat, not to mention what she might do if I take away her toys.
Stifling a muttered curse, I stare straight ahead and focus on the road. Unfortunately, no amount of control is going to make my erection vanish, not while her sharp citrus scent consumes my senses, and I can practically taste her arousal on my tongue.
My mouth waters, my fangs ache, and venom leaks from the tips. My cock isn’t in much better condition. The darkness in me slowly bleeds through my barriers, taking over my rational side. My thoughts turn more primal, and I barely control the impulse to climb into the backseat to join them. I shake my head in disgust, my thoughts clearing a little, and I glance over at Milo in the passenger seat.
Only to see the poor kid practically crawling out of his skin.
He’s still as a statue, virtually vibrating as he struggles not to lose his shit. His breathing is shallow, his pupils blown so wide that the whites of his eyes have disappeared. His knuckles are white where he grips the door, and I’m surprised he even has that much restraint.
When the girl cries out her release, the wolves growl as they find their own pleasure. My cock swells, cum leaks from the tip, and a muscle clenches in my jaw as I barely keep from blowing my own load in my pants.
Milo isn’t so lucky, groaning before he slumps in his seat, a slight blush filling his pale cheeks.
Which only proves my point—the girl is too dangerous to be allowed to remain free.
In a matter of hours, she’s turned our lives upside down. If she stays longer, she will tear us apart. She needs to be handed over to Gibbs. His team knows how to properly take care of vampires in this situation. She’ll become their problem, and everything will go back to normal.
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JOLIE
My stomach cramps, the pain so familiar, I almost ignore it, not wanting to wake up. I’m tired of fighting, tired of the never-ending struggle to stay alive.
I just want peace.
I almost give myself over to oblivion, when the most intoxicating scent of crisp green apples reaches me. The previous night floods back, and I bolt upright when I remember the two men and the pleasure I received at their hands.
My heart thuds in my chest, slow and steady, like the ticking of the pendulum of a clock. After being silent for so long, the beating feels almost alien. More often than not, the organ remains dead in my chest, mostly only beating when I go hunting and for a few seconds after I wake up, before I remember that I’m dead. I clutch my chest, unsettled by the change, and glance curiously around the room.
Or prison, more like it.
I’m in a fucking glass cage!
