Page 70 of Undying
The only thing that matters is them and that they don’t stop.
Castle slides one of his hands around my hip, then skims lower, and my breath stalls in anticipation. I’m not disappointed when his touch lands firmly on my clit, and thoughts cease to exist. I quiver against the pressure of his fingers, and my rhythm falters. I’m so lost in the new sensations that I don’t even question where his other hand disappeared until he sinks two fingers deep into my pussy with a single thrust.
I nearly choke on my breath at the abrupt intrusion, unable to stop from wiggling and seeking more. I work myself on his hands as he masterfully plays my body, completely owning me in every way. No matter how I move, the pleasure continues to build almost too high, too fast, and I can’t get away. Then I stop trying when my desire overwhelms me, and I ride his hand hard and fast as I chase my orgasm.
I continue to sip on Tobias’ blood, drunk off the taste of him, alternatively licking and sucking at his skin, loving the way his chest rumbles at my attention. I’m so distracted that I’m taken by surprise when Castle adds a third finger, and I explode.
That’s all the prompting Tobias needs to take over.
He grabs my hips, and I nearly whimper when Castle’s touch disappears.
Only for Tobias to drag me along his cock, and I shiver in anticipation. Then the sadistic asshole holds me above his dick in an amazing display of strength. I squirm, desperately trying to work myself over his cock, but the fucker holds me tauntingly out of reach.
Reluctantly pulling my fangs from his neck, I lick the two puncture wounds, taking pleasure when he trembles under my ministrations like they’re erogenous zones. When I finally draw back, I don’t go far, and he nips at my bottom lip hard enough to sting.
“Naughty girl.” His voice is nothing more than a husky rasp, hitting some primitive part of my brain that wants nothing more than to rub myself all over him. “You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn to play.”
Before I can protest that I haven’t even started yet, he drops me onto his cock, stealing my words, my breath, and my ability to think. My body adjusts slowly, my weight forcing his erection deeper and deeper until I feel too full.
My clit presses against what he called his knot, and I swallow hard at the thought of shoving all of that up inside me as well, then feel it swell. I’m just about ready to crawl back up his body and haul myself off him when a low growl rumbles in his chest.
Apparently, his growl is my fucking kryptonite, and I practically melt over his cock. With his knot pressed right against my clit, it’s not long before I’m grinding against him, seeking more.
Tobias begins thrusting, his rhythm relentless as he pounds into me, hitting my clit with his knot each time. When the rumble in his chest increases frequency, I can only wrap my arms around him and hold on for the ride as another orgasm threatens to drag me under.
Castle gathers my hair into his fist, then pulls my head to one side until my neck is exposed.
It might as well have been an invitation.
Tobias leans forward, his massive fangs peeking out between his lips, and I swear they look bigger. The thought of him sinking them into my flesh has me shivering in anticipation, and my pussy threatens to strangle his cock.
When he notices my reaction, he flashes me a wicked smile that’s all teeth. One arm slips around my waist, while the other comes to rest over my shoulders, which puts his mouth dangerously close to my exposed neck.
He runs his nose down my throat, inhaling deeply, and I can’t stop from twisting my head to the side and offering him everything. Without hesitation, he opens his mouth and sinks his fangs deep into the meaty part of my shoulder, triggering the beginnings of another orgasm.
I open my mouth to scream at the combination of pleasure and pain, only his grip on my waist clamps down tight, pulling me down over the last few inches of his cock and the already increasing knot at the base. Any sound that I would’ve made is snatched from my lungs at the brutal stretch. His grip is so tight that his claws press into my skin and draw blood.
I expect pain at the intrusion, but the combination of his bite and the stretch has me moaning. His knot presses against a spot deep inside me that stretches out my orgasm even longer. He rocks his hips against mine, the knot limiting his movements, and his cock jerks and twitches as he empties himself inside me. Lights flash behind my eyelids as I’m dragged down into a whirlwind of pure pleasure.
My flesh burns around his fangs, the heat flowing through my veins, and I fucking swear I can feel him take root in my soul. A second golden cord sparks to life, threading through the darkness in my chest, making me feel as though I’ve found another piece of my soul that was stolen from me when I was turned.
Soothing hands rub up and down my back, and I blink open my eyes to find myself draped over Tobias like a living blanket. He cuddles me close to his chest, licking my shoulder as he attends to the mark he left on me. I take stock of my person. Besides a few twinges, I feel better than ever, my vagina destroyed in the best possible way.
When I push away and sit up, I groan as his knot tugs almost painfully at my core, and damn if I don’t flutter around him again.
We both groan at the pleasant torture.
Fuck me…he’s still buried deep inside me and just as hard as ever.
He cups my face, anxiously searching every nuance of my expression, like he’s worried he might have hurt me. I don’t like the way he so studiously avoids my eyes. I reach up, placing my hands over his to get his attention, trying not to spook him. He stills so drastically that I don’t think he’s even breathing, and his gaze jumps to mine, then freezes.
Now that I have his attention, I lean forward and give him a gentle kiss, barely brushing my lips against his for fear any more pressure will startle him. He comes alive under my touch, breathing me in deeply as he clutches me close.
As if my kiss has given him permission, he runs his hand slowly down my throat before venturing lower. His palms settle over my breasts, his claws passing dangerously over my nipples, hard enough to sting, sending a zing directly to my clit.
I clench around him hard, dragging a moan from him, and he reluctantly leans back against the couch, leaving his chest on full display for me to devour. My eyes don’t know where to settle first, his tattoos so detailed that they could be mistaken for living artwork. Before I can lean forward and place my mouth on all that flesh, hands lightly touch my back, then skim around my front to boldly cup my breasts.
Castle.
