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“Don’t know, but I didn’t want to hang around that prison cell.” At the base of the stairs, I had to let go of their hands so I could make my way up with quick steps. “Can I add some slippers to the things I want?”

“I’ll order them.” Asher’s voice echoed in the tunnel-like hallway leading to the main part of the house.

“You like ordering stuff online don’t you?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“I even have a membership for speedy delivery?—”

“He was chronically online before you came around, Love,” Tobias’s deadpan voice floated up to me.

“I don’t know if you can call his porn addiction?—”

“Now reel the judgment back in.” Asher interrupted Ren.

Asher’s offended tone caused a smile to spread. I quickly stifled it, hurrying to the kitchen island and hoisting myself up on the granite. Bastien wouldn’t need to lean down too much with me up here. Pressing my palms into the cold surface, I leaned back. The long sweater hem caressed my thighs. The cold counter touched a sliver of my skin. I hissed a breath out between my teeth.

“Bastien?” I called and tilted my head to the side to bare my throat for him.

His red eyes traveled over my body, and he inhaled to smell me, releasing a hum with each exhale. I bunched the collar of his robe and tried to force him to me. All I managed to do was loosen the sash and expose his long, tapered body.

Wide, strong, and thick, were only some words used to describe him. He was also ethereal with his white hair, bronzed skin tone and red eyes. His cock hung between his legs, still large even though blood didn’t fill it.

I caught Bastien’s arm and pressed his palm to my neck. My pulse jumped and he groaned, sniffing audibly. His fangs popped free and my body responded.

With a hard swallow, I sank my teeth into my lower lip to keep my libido in control or at least contain a semblance of it. Then Bastien was all up in my face and burying his teeth in the side of my throat. I gasped, twitching against his onslaught of sharp pricks at my throat, then the dash of pain was swept awaywith him sucking. He tugged at me so hard he tore the fabric of the sweater and the scraps pooled under me.

A moan left my mouth and my eyelids shuttered. I wiggled, until I practically ground down on the granite. My hands fluttered at his biceps, fingertips brushing against the silk robe.

His cock nudged my calf.

Bastien pressed his palm into the middle of my spine forcing me to arch my back and press my breasts toward him. My nipples rubbed against his chest with each of my harsh breaths. Lust blazed across my skin.

I couldn’t close my legs to stop the moisture from trickling onto my thighs because his mass stood between my knees. God, my clit felt sensitive to the max and all I wanted was a bit of pressure.

Bastien slurped another mouthful, licked the wound, then straightened.

My gaze dropped to his straining cock.

I wanted to please him.

I pulled his arm until he followed my tugging onto the granite counter. He hoisted himself on with ease. Shoving his shoulder, he followed my demand, settling back with his elbows on the hard surface.

Curling both my legs under me, I hovered over his member. It pointed up, veiny, thick, and uncircumcised. Clasping my hand around the girth, he jolted up with an audible gasp. Bastien’s wide, red gaze settled on me. I couldn’t help the corner of my lips twitching.

His reactions were always endearing and uncontrolled. He felt without restraint and I loved it. I lowered and the curtain of my hair brushed across his thighs. He must have liked how it felt because his thigh muscles twitched.

I wrapped my mouth around the mushroom tip. Immediate precum spread on my tongue as I lapped it. I lifted my head and watched it surface in fascination. There was a red tint to it.

Peeking up at him, I smiled and then took as much of him as I could fit in my mouth. I had to open so wide my jaw cracked. Flicking my tongue up the side of his shaft, I licked the silky side. His thighs tensed and both of his hands bunched the back of my hair, forcing me down to take more of him. His tip prodded against my throat.

I struggled to swallow with his tip shoving at my tonsils, but he seemed to like it very much because his hips gyrated upward. Bastien would choke me on his cock if he didn’t let me breathe. My vision grew spotty.

Forcing a breath through my nose, it allowed the dizziness to fade. I couldn’t panic. I swirled my tongue again and Bastien gasped.

It didn’t take long. With another drag of my hand up his dick, Bastien exploded into my mouth. Cum spurted into my mouth, tartness mingling with a sweet taste different from how their blood tasted.

His hands slowly slid off my head to the granite, and I lazily licked him clean.

A harsh groan ripped through Bastien’s heavy breathing. I sat up, stretching the kink in my neck.