Page 13 of Fated In Forever (Nocturne Vampire Clan #4)

Easy for you to say , I complained, my body softening around them both, adjusting to having two huge males inside me at the same time. But pressure was turning to pleasure, heat turning my body to honey, a slow, warm slide until I disappeared beneath waves of pure bliss.

Rohr’s dark chuckle echoed straight through me. “Fuck, you fit us so perfectly, like you were fucking made for us.” He pulled out, then drove himself home with a mighty stroke, once, twice, then again, both of them holding me still, Blake’s eyes never leaving my face.

I feel every thrust, right through you , my mate muttered inside my head. And you’re so fucking wet, you’re soaking me.

You’re going to come , Riordan insisted, as if there was no doubt. You’re going to come so hard, you’ll scream our names and see stars. and then we’re going to take care of our queen, aren’t we, Blake.

Such good care of her , Blake’s eyes closed, his hips bumping me up off the bed when Riordan pulled out a few inches, another breathy hiss slipping out when he thrust again, hard.

Both of them at the same time was sublime, the kind of pleasure edged in darkness and danger, and I wanted to eat them both alive.

“That’s it, take what we give you. Take our cocks and our fingers and our tongues. Take it all, like the good little queen you are.”

Blake stroked my clit, the barest brush and my entire body trembled, head bowing as waves of anticipation flowed through me, an endless sea of sensation that was too much and not enough and just right, all at the same time.

Together, we were perfect.

This was a different kind of power, the kind that fused me back together, mended my broken parts, made me whole again.

Our love was permanent and lasting. Something we chose, and would choose over and over again. They drove away the darkness and made me feel alive. And God, they felt so goddamned good I surrendered completely.

Behind me Riordan fucked me like he’d lost all control, every stroke turning friction to an aching desperation for release, pushed higher with every barely-there brush of Blake’s thumb across my throbbing clit.

I’m going to…I have to… fuck .” I whipped my head back and forth as an orgasm tore through me, the three of us moving together, sweat and come lubricating every delicious, claiming thrust as I keened out whimpers and curses and pleas for more, faster, harder, urging them to give me everything .

One orgasm stretched into another, Riordan taking over, one hand reaching between us, dragging down my stomach to my clit, and when he rolled my clit cruelly between his fingers, I imploded in a shower of helpless, consuming heat, screaming out his name, my core clamping down on Blake’s thick length.

“That’s it. Yes, you are so fucking perfect, Silver. Take what I give you and… Fuuuck .”

Riordon went still behind me, Blake already mid- release, the veins standing out on his neck as his body arched up into mine, every muscle in his body straining.

I kept both hands braced on his wide chest while his cock pulsed inside me, aftershocks of my own orgasm rocking through my core, milking him dry.

“My turn,” Rohr purred in my ear, then he was spilling inside me, too, wetness coating my ass as he jerked and pulsed inside me, groaning out my name, over and over again, Silver, Silver, Silver…that’s right…feels so good…fuck, you are too perfect, my queen, my beautiful queen.

I couldn’t form a coherent thought, collapsing onto Blake as Riordan withdrew with a sigh, my eyes slipping closed, even though I tried to keep them open.

“You’re going to feed from both of us, then sleep,” Blake waggled his brow. “Then I want a repeat. That was fucking hot.”

He and Rohr had cleaned me up with a warm washcloth, and now I was sandwiched between them, hazy from multiple releases as Rohr pulled me to his throat. “Take what you need, love.”

I nuzzled at his vein, avoiding the small still-healing cuts, carefully rubbing my hands over his hard, tattooed chest, my lips skating over tendons and warm skin until I reached his pulse point.

That’s it, his hand curved around my ass and squeezed . Right there. Bite hard, Silver.

I closed my eyes, already lost in the taste of him, fangs ready to pierce. I sank my teeth in deep, delicious, addictive warmth flooding my mouth, his throaty groan of pleasure vibrating through me.

One mouthful. Another. A third.

Keep going, love, take as much as you want.

You once told me it was rude to take more than three mouthfuls.

I lied. You could drink me dry and I would die here happy, with your lips on my throat.

Nobody’s dying , I scolded gently.

I didn’t want to stop, but I did, gently licking the bite closed, carefully cleaning him with my tongue, lapping up his musky taste along with every last trace of blood.

His essence sizzled through me, chased by a flare of fiery power, molten and consuming, and I disappeared inside the glorious rush.

“Now it’s my turn,” my mate insisted, turning me toward him, baring his throat.

I might have refused, already logy from Riordan, but this was Blake. My mate. My first. His blood hit my tongue with the same earth-shattering power, the same familiar, quiet strength he always showed me. As his arms went around me, I knew…

I was safe.

I was loved.

And I was right where I wanted to be.