Page 58 of Fated In Forever (Nocturne Vampire Clan #4)

“What a good girl. We’re going to make you come so hard tonight.

Three mouths, all our fingers, three big, thick cocks.

We’ll fill every hole, stretch you wide until you can’t take any more.

” Blake pulled his fingers from my mouth, skating them slowly down my body again, pausing to circle one of my nipples, hardened to a tight, sensitive peak.

Then he tugged down my panties, the cool whisper of air over my pussy had me biting my lip.

“Get on the bed, Evangeline. On your back, right now.” The command was soft. Like steel wrapped in velvet, and I was helpless to disobey.

I climbed into the huge bed on all fours, feeling impossibly awkward—as I knew I would—until I reached the center.

“Stop. right there.” Blake was relishing his role as commander of this scene, that arrogant smirk on his lips. “On your back, hands stretched over your head…legs bent at the knee.”

I followed his instructions, keeping my eyes closed, which only intensified everything else, the coolness of the sheets beneath me, the rustle of clothing being stripped away, the heavy panting breaths and the scent of sex and spice and want so thick in the air I couldn’t smell anything else.

“Let your knees fall open,” Blake urged softly, the bed dipping low as he crawled beside me.

“Show us how perfect your cunt is, Evangeline, give us every secret part of you.” I did what he said, heat creeping up my neck as my knees widened, then my mate tugged me even further apart, until I was completely open, completely bared.

Someone let out a rough, raspy groan—Malachi—while Riordan’s breathing picked up, and even with my eyes closed, I felt the consuming weight of their stares settling over me.

“They can’t stop looking at you, Evangeline.

” Blake cupped my breast, his thumb torturing my nipple.

“All they can think about is pushing their cocks inside you, feeling your tight pussy squeezing as they claim you, how clever your tongue is, when you’re sucking them.

Do you want them both at the same time?”

“ Yes .” I hissed, dissolving beneath his teasing fingers, the filthy picture he painted in my mind, the breathless anticipation that had my pussy weeping. “Please, I need all of you. I want…all of you at the same time.”

“Then you need to be wetter.” He gripped my wrists in one hand, pinned them down to the bed. “Hold still, this is going to get intense.” Need thumped through me like a heartbeat, insistent and heady, and I was going to implode if someone didn’t touch me. Soon .

“Stop teasing me.” I hissed through clenched teeth. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“You heard her,” Blake’s voice was full of laughter, and I was going to seriously kill him after this, but then Riordan fell on me like a starving animal, his mouth closing down over my clit and biting, with the perfect amount of pressure.

My body bowed up off the bed, until he pinned me down and began to feast, the wet, greedy sounds as he lapped at me should have made me cringe, but had me pushing myself closer.

Malachi settled on my other side, his rough palm skimming over my body before he captured my chin and turned my head, his lips pressing into my throat, right over my pulse.

You are amazing. You take my breath away, Vicious. And I am starving for you.

Then drink. I want your fangs in me.

He firmed his grip on my chin, and Blake pressed my wrists tighter together as Malachi sank his teeth in deep, his lips fastening around the punctures. He drank in long, hard pulls that somehow synced up with Riordan’s tongue, driving into me.

Then Blake’s mouth closed over my breast and my mind went perfectly blank, staggering waves of need crashing through me and I would never forget this night, never forget this blistering power of all of us together, the way I was about to blow apart into a thousand pieces.

Riordan plunged his fingers in and curled them, drawing them out slow, my hips moving with every teasing stroke along my channel, Malachi took another deep draw of my blood and a needy whine slipped out, then another. This was too much, but I needed more.

I needed them inside me, not this taunting glide of fingers and lips and tongues. I wanted them sheathed inside my body, I wanted us joined .

With a growl, Riordan pulled his mouth from my throbbing, clenching pussy, fingers tickling the insides of my thighs as he moved away, and I whined in protest. Just rearranging, Silver. Hold tight, we’re about to give you everything you want.

Malachi took one final swallow, then dragged his tongue up my throat, groaning as he pressed his lips to my cheek. You taste like the wind, Vicious. Like wide open places, too big to ever be tamed.

Then he and Blake were turning me onto my stomach, somehow Riordan was beneath me, and I was lifted by two sets of powerful arms, and impaled on his cock, every breath feeling like some kind of promise as I panted out his name, Riordan, Riordan, Riordan .

My king. My Maker.

He was so big, I tightened around him on instinct, hands braced on his chest as I slid down an inch at a time, my body slowly adjusting to his girth, his strong hands gripping my ass until he was fully seated, and my swollen, tender flesh was clenching around a spear of hot, eager flesh.

Blake was somewhere behind me, but Malachi was right there , up on his knees, eyes bright with excitement, fingers beneath my chin, tipping up my head to just the perfect height, then brushing his cock across my lips, leaving a faint hint of salt and musk behind.

I opened for him and he surged inside with a hiss that was somewhere between a curse and a promise and I closed my lips around him, and the strangled, beautiful sound he made then had every piece of me tensing.

I love your mouth. I’ve had dreams about your mouth, and all the wicked, wicked things you do with your tongue. He ran his fingers through my hair, a loving, lazy stroke. Do you like how I taste, Vicious?

Yes . I swirled my tongue around the tip, exploring every ridge, then traced the thick vein as I took him deeper, tasting a hint of dark power. I love how you taste.

Beneath me, Riordan thrust, driving his cock up into me, and I groaned around Malachi, groaned as another wave of throbbing want coursed through me, a slow, tortuous building of pressure that didn’t have an end, just kept growing inside me.

Riordan gripped my thighs and began to move, fucking me with short, brutal strokes that sent my breasts bouncing, his thumb brushing across my clit, and then I was coming apart between them, body burning as I chased my orgasm.

I was a writhing knot of want , but I couldn’t get there, couldn’t…

Not yet. Not yet. Blake’s commanding voice echoed inside my head and Riordan went still beneath me, his body shaking, tendons straining in his neck, chest covered in a sheen of sweat.

I can’t wait , I keened. I need to come. Please let me come . I begged as Malachi used my mouth with slow, shallow thrusts. I was going to die if I didn’t come, my body melting around Riordan, the musky taste of Malachi coating my mouth.

Soon . Very soon, love. Blake’s big hand skimmed up my back, tracing my spine before he dropped a gentle kiss to the nape of my neck. He reached down to where Riordan and I were joined, then dragged the moisture up between the globes of my ass, his other hand clamping down over my shoulder.

“Such a beautiful mate you are. So fucking perfect. This is what you wanted, all three of us at once, all of us joined together. Hold still, take a deep breath. ”

I sucked in a breath through my nose, swirling my tongue around the head of Malachi’s cock for good measure as Blake dragged his cock through the wetness until he was pressed against my other entrance, his heated breath skimming over my shoulder blades.

Riordan was rigid as Blake worked his way inside, groaning as he gained an inch, then another. This was…too much. Too much , tears slipping between my lashes when Blake finally paused, his hips flush against my ass, his cock buried deep inside.

“You are so fucking tight,” Blake groaned, “What a good girl, taking all of us.” His cock pulsed inside me, then Riordan’s did the same and I was drowning in sensation, drowning in the feel of them.

In their taste and their power and the way they touched me, fingers and lips tracing skin, every gentle touch a reminder of their love.

I was exactly where I wanted to be.

At the center of a tempest, caught between three powerful males.

“Are you doing okay?” Riordan’s thumb traced my cheek, and I blinked as his question finally registered through my haze of delayed gratification.

I’m good, but if one of you doesn’t fuck me, I’m taking matters into my own hands.

Not happening. Blake chuckled, guiding my hands behind me, shackling my wrists together in one big hand as he thrust forward, driving Riordan even deeper. You’ll wait for us, and we’ll all come together.

Then hurry, Blake. Please hurry. Tears dripped between my closed lashes, my body straining to reach that peak that was almost in reach.

Then they were moving, taking turns filling me, every roll of their hips bringing a stab of pleasure, every withdrawal giving the other one room to slam in hard.

Malachi stroked my cheek as he pumped in and out of my mouth, sending waves of devastating pleasure rolling through me until I was lost in a sea of sensation and taste—musk and salt and shadow and fire—and I was falling.

Falling so fast and so hard I knew the impact was going to shatter me.

And I did shatter, exploding outward like a star, sending fragments of myself flying until I wondered if my fractured soul would ever be whole again as my orgasm rolled through me like an ocean unleashed.

Riordan froze beneath me, neck muscles straining, his cock pumping and pumping. Blake went over next, powerful body flexing against mine as he growled out my name, Evie, Evie, Evie .

Malachi went last, and I savored every spilled drop, every muffled groan, until I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began.

And then I could tell. We were the beginning and the end, an unbroken circle that would never be severed, and as I collapsed in a tangle of sweaty bodies and arms and legs, I knew one thing for sure—this night was perfect.

“My beautiful, clever mate.” Blake settled me next to Riordan, smoothing back my tangled hair, a warm, gentle glow in his eyes. “Go to sleep, Evangeline.”

I curled against my king as Blake settled on my other side, Malachi choosing the chair by the fireplace, which he lit with a flick of his fingers.

I don’t like you being left out. I told him, eyeing the size of the bed, the distance between us. He was still naked, his hair tousled, a dazed-but-happy look on his face, the fire gilding him in gold .

I want to watch over you while you sleep, he murmured, without a trace of jealousy or regret. I don’t want to waste a single moment of this, not one second.

And right here is the perfect place for me to do that. Thank you, his eyes flashed as the fire blazed higher . For giving me this. One perfect night, for me to remember forever.