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Draven apparently didn’t need any more encouragement because his hands slid from my ass to grip my hips, and then he pounded roughly into me.

Kieran gave me a devilish smile as his hands clamped down right above Draven’s and he moved farther down the bed into the perfect position to lick and suck my tits.

All I could do was twist my fingers into the blanket and moan as Draven roughly fucked me. One of Kieran’s hands drifted from my hip to play with my clit at the same moment he sank his fangs into the side of my breast.

The climax tore through me, and I screamed, but that didn’t slow either of them down.

My own pleasure was dripping down my thighs, and the room was filled with the sounds of flesh on flesh and other obscene noises.

Pain flashed in my hips as Draven’s claws tore through flesh and his thrusts became more frantic.

“Gods, you are perfect,” he grunted.

Then I felt him fill me with his seed, enough that some of it started leaking out.

Gradually, Draven’s thrusts became languid and slow.

I suspected he was watching his dick sink into my wet and messy cunt and liking the view, but before I could turn around and look, Kieran pulled me down for a kiss.

His tongue plundered my mouth, and I let out a lazy moan as his fingers rubbed my clit, which was still oversensitive from my last orgasm.

“Our turn,” Roth announced.

My thoughts were so scrambled that it took me a moment to catch up when Draven pulled my back to his chest, his cock still buried inside me as Kieran slid out from underneath us. Then, in one smooth movement, Draven pulled out, and I found myself on my back, peering up at Alaric.

He grinned as he grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders, lining up his cock with my entrance. There was something around his neck . . . I blinked. A dark red rope.

Roth’s rope.

Alaric sank into me slowly, not the least bit bothered by Draven’s cum.

“Oh fuck.” I pushed my head back into the mattress, and suddenly Roth was stretched out in the bed next to me. One of their hands wrapped around my throat and squeezed gently before trailing down to play with my breasts.

“Alaric needs to blow off some steam, so he’s going to unwind that tight hold he keeps over his bloodlust.” Roth pinched one of my nipples and somehow timed it perfectly with Alaric pushing another inch into me.

I gasped as my back arched off the bed, only to be yanked back down, courtesy of another one of Roth’s ropes that had wrapped around my neck.

A second later, two more ropes secured my wrists and tugged my arms above my head.

“But he has control issues.” Roth smiled broadly as I pulled on the ropes binding my wrists and found zero give. “I excel at control.”

I whimpered. Alaric was holding my thighs against his chest with my knees over his shoulders. Between his unflinching hold and Roth’s ropes, I could only move as much as either of them allowed.

Apparently, Roth liked playing with both of us because the thin, braided rope around Alaric’s neck moved like a snake and tightened a little more. Turquoise lines bled into Alaric’s eyes as he let more of his bloodlust rise.

I didn’t actually believe Alaric lacked control of his bloodlust, but he thought so.

We’d talked about it before, and I knew that letting his bloodlust rise for more than a few seconds frightened him.

Seeing his cousin turn Strigoi when he’d been younger had left psychological damage that my grumpy lover refused to deal with.

Instead, Alaric kept a stranglehold over his bloodlust, which meant it was always trying to break free.

It was his denial of who and what he was that likely made it feel so chaotic.

But that was a truth I was more than willing to spend years getting him to see, and clearly Roth was on board with helping in the meantime.

“Still with us, babe?” Roth’s hand traveled between my breasts at a frustratingly slow pace towards where I wanted their talented fingers.

My clit was practically throbbing with need.

Maybe it was greedy to want another orgasm after Draven and Kieran had made me come so many times, but I fucking deserved it.

Knowing Roth would only prolong my torment, I looked up at Alaric with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. The bastard laughed and moved his cock in the wrong fucking direction until his broad head was just barely inside me.

“Well, that’s just mean,” Kieran mused. “Excellent technique though.”

I turned my head to glare at him. “Eat a dick, Kier.”

“Oh, I plan to later.” He winked at me, and Draven snickered. The two of them were cuddled up together on a small settee against the wall, holding hands as they enjoyed the show.

“You know what I’m in the mood for?” Roth asked slyly, drawing my attention back to them.

“If it’s not giving me an orgasm while Alaric fucks me until my brain melts, I don’t want to hear it,” I deadpanned.

Alaric groaned, and more turquoise flared in his eyes, but he didn’t slide his cock so much as an inch farther inside me.

“Poetry.” Roth’s fingers dipped straight into my dripping cunt, sliding past Alaric’s cock and drawing out some slickness, which they smeared over my clit as they roughly played with it.

I let out a strangled scream and tried to pivot my hips up, only for Alaric to clamp down harder on my thighs and prevent the movement.

“Make me a fan of poetry, Sam,” Alaric ordered, “and I’ll give you what you want.”

Roth’s fingers pulled away from my clit, and they gave me a pointed look.

“ Pi?b’ bomla fi? ker,” I started, only to scream when Alaric slammed all the way in with no warning. My pussy stretched around him as he pulled all the way out and paused with his cock notched at my entrance.

“You stop”—Roth’s fingers lifted away from my trembling clit—“we stop.”

“I hate you both,” I breathed out.

The fuckers laughed.

“ Qu i?b ofgi gef nalmo.” Poetry spilt out of me. I was pretty sure I was mixing up some poems, but whatever. My pronunciation was perfect, so Roth could fucking bite me.

Only, it wasn’t Roth who bit me—it was Alaric.

Sharp, delicious pain raced through me as Alaric’s fangs pierced the inside of my thigh and Roth’s rope tightened around my throat, cutting off my air as their fingers pinched my clit. Quite possibly the most intense orgasm of my life rolled through me, and every thought emptied from my mind.

Roth teased my clit as they loosened the rope before I could black out. I tried to shift away from them because it was too much. I just needed a second to recover, but neither of them were having it.

Alaric kept a death grip on my legs as he continued drinking from my thigh, all the while continuing to fuck my pussy hard and fast.

“Don’t stop now, Sam.” Roth’s eyes were ablaze as they locked on mine before thrusting their fingers inside me in perfect time with Alaric’s thrusts. Their thumb was playing with my clit and applying just the right amount of pressure.

“ B’ib qu i?b mi?r!”

Alaric’s fangs popped out of my thigh only for him to bite the other, drawing another groan out of me. My muscles trembled in anticipation as another climax started to build.

“ Goda sotlem qu fi? m?obof gef fi? li?r,” I panted as I writhed beneath the two of them. “ Kub qu i?b —fuck!” The scream tore from me as Roth bit my neck.

I came again, and this time, Alaric came with me, his hips slamming forward as he let out a deep groan, releasing my thigh so he could watch me fall apart with bright blue eyes that had only the faintest speck of green.

I felt the gush of heat as he filled my already soaked pussy and it started seeping out.

“Messy,” I mumbled with a delirious smile. “I go sleep now.”

I didn’t even wait for Alaric to pull out or for Roth to release their ropes before I passed the fuck out.