Page 55 of Illusory (The Marked Saga #8)

With my thighs still pinned and spread wide before Trace, he tilted forward and closed the small space between us.

For a second, I thought he was going to go down on me again, and I jerked, knowing it was too soon and that I was too sensitive, but Dominic held me firmly in place, still cupping my breast possessively and brushing his cheek against mine in a loving way, making sure I didn’t get very far.

With dark, heavy-lidded eyes, Trace gripped my legs and licked up the side of my inner thigh, his hands pushing my legs further apart until my muscles screamed out in pain. A devilish smile tipped the corners of his mouth up as he slid his tongue over his fangs. My stomach somersaulted, coiling tightly with anticipation that was once again riding my body like a woman possessed.

The air in my lungs caught as he brushed his lips against my thigh and pressed a gentle kiss there, before plunging his fangs into the delicate skin.

My body tensed up from the pain, for just a moment, before the ecstasy from his bite took over, relaxing me in Dominic’s arms as its sweet nectar rushed through my veins. My eyes rolled back, feeling electrified and intoxicated as waves of heat spread through my body, making me writhe and grind against Dominic’s lap without even meaning to.

The harder Trace sucked into my thigh, the lighter I felt, feeling as though the room were slipping away from me altogether. I tipped my head back against Dominic’s shoulder as he kissed along my neck, and then without warning, he too sank his fangs into the soft skin near my collarbone, sending another jolt of white-hot pleasure surging through my already overstimulated body.

I arched my back and cried out, my voice a breathy moan as the dual feeling of them both drinking from me, one at my neck, one at my thigh, overwhelmed my senses and pushed me higher towards a precipice I had never known existed. I could feel the pull of their mouths, the erotic slides of their tongue against my skin between pulls as they skirted me closer and closer to the edge of complete ruin.

My body undulated, caught between their strong holds, and completely at the mercy of their bloodlust and want for me, and there wasn’t anywhere in the world I would have rather been.

Dominic tightened his hold on me, keeping me pressed against his firm chest as if to block any attempts to escape, but I had no intention of going anywhere. I was too consumed with the feel of his lips sealed to my throat, his strong pulls in time with the heavy thrum of my pulse as Trace’s mouth worked against my inner thigh, his grip on my leg bruising as he held me open and vulnerable before him.

My head lolled to the side as the darkness crept into the edges of my vision, a seductive siren song promising my sweet oblivion. Neither one showed signs of slowing down, and lord knew I didn’t want them to. I was exactly where I wanted to be, doing exactly what I wanted to do—even if I couldn’t admit the words out loud just yet.

I needed this. I needed them.

Dominic’s hand moved from my breasts, his fingertips skimming over my stomach and leaving goosebumps in their wake as he reached all the way down between my legs. I whimpered as his fingers delved between my wet center, stroking and circling me languidly before slipping his finger inside me. The sound of his pleased rumble against my back made my hips jerk up to meet his hand.

I was lost to the euphoria, my body no longer my own as I sank deeper into the abyss of carnal pleasure. Coherent thoughts scattered, replaced by pure instinct and the overbearing need to give in to them—to submit to them in every sense of the word. I was theirs, wholly and completely, and they were mine.

Trace retracted his fangs from my thigh, licking the puncture marks to seal them before climbing to his feet, his body towering over me with promises of more. His eyes were as dark as night and his pupils were blown wide with raw, unrestrained lust. Dominic’s arm around me loosened, and then, he too withdrew his fangs from my neck.

My cry of disappointment and thumping heart were the only things I could hear in the room as a beat of silence stretched between them. Their eyes were sharp and knowing, like they were conversing without words, and then they were moving again.

Anticipation and desire flooded my body as Dominic shifted backwards and then laid back against the bed, pulling me down with him so that I was sprawled across his chest, my back pressed firmly against him.

“What are…?” The question died in my throat as Trace unzipped his jeans and closed the gap between us, making me lose all sense of the English language.

Trace leaned down over me, holding himself up with one hand splayed against the mattress beside me, his body hovering over mine and making my already hazy mind crackle with electricity as if it were preparing to go offline entirely, and then he freed himself, his hard length standing at attention and making my pulse bang in my ears.

“Oh god, wait ,” I whispered, pinned between them, half petrified, half excited, but he ignored my half-assed protest and lined himself at my entrance, knowing that I wanted this just as bad as he did.

His hooded eyes never left mine as his pupils dilated chaotically, flashing back and forth between coal black and ocean blue and making my body flush with more heat than I could stand.

“No more waiting, angel,” said Dominic as he drove his fangs into my neck at the same time that Trace entered me, hard and fast.

A strangled cry tore from my throat, my body arching off Dominic as Trace filled me to the hilt and then stilled inside of me, his pelvis pushed against mine as he waited for me to adjust to his size.

The sudden fullness combined with the sharp sting of Dominic’s fangs sinking into my neck sent my senses reeling. I knew in that moment that I was so thoroughly and completely fucked, that I’d never recover from this or find anything that compares to it, and I’d never been happier.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” groaned Trace, his voice rough and gravelly as he leaned down to kiss me. “So warm and perfect,” he said, his breathing labored, as though it were taking a vast amount of effort not to pound into me.

Breaking off the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine and then locked gazes with me for a beat before he pulled back, withdrawing almost fully and then slamming back into me.

I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his shoulders as he set a punishing pace between us. Each powerful thrust hit something deep inside me, stoking the flames higher until I could barely remember my name let alone why I had thought this was a bad idea. Because if this was wrong, then I wanted to be wrong for all eternity, forever lost in a sea of damnation and caught between their bodies as they consumed me from every angle.

Trace’s grip on my thighs tightened painfully as he held me open, his eyes boring into mine with a feral intensity that made me clench around him. Shadows danced along my periphery and as if sensing my body weakening, Dominic pulled his fangs from my neck, replacing them with soft kisses and gentle sweeps of his tongue along my throat.

“You’re being so good for us, angel,” he murmured, his arm curled around me while his other hand moved down between my legs to touch me again. “Look at how good you’re taking him. How good you’re making him feel.”

Exhilaration rippled through me as I looked up at Trace, at his hooded eyes and pinched brows, his parted lips and strained muscles as he continued to drive into me, our hips meeting in a frenzy that was so much more than pleasure. It was primal, explosive need.

My breathing turned ragged as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, the combination of Dominic’s masterful fingers and Trace hitting that sweet spot inside me, pushed me to the peak of what my body could handle. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams, unraveling into threads of pleasure so intense that it bordered on oblivion.

“Look at me,” ordered Trace, his hand gripping my jaw and angling my face to his so that I was looking into his eyes and nowhere else. He kissed me roughly, fervently, his tongue flicking into my mouth, as though he wanted to be inside every part of me, as though he required nothing short of complete ownership. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”

I parted my lips for him, wanting to give him everything he wanted from me, mewing as his hips rolled into me like waves crashing onto the shoreline. I could feel the pressure building inside me, feel the coil getting tighter and tighter until I thought I might shatter from the tension alone.

“Such a good girl,” purred Dominic against my ear, his breath tickling my neck as he encouraged me. “Show him how good you are at coming for him.”

His filthy words were my undoing.

My body arched back as I reached the summit, every nerve ending crackling and snapping with white-hot ecstasy. I cried out, my voice hoarse and raw, as my walls clamped down around Trace, my release surging through me like a tidal wave. I shattered into a million pieces, my body shaking and trembling as I rode out the high in their arms.

Trace’s hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own release. With a guttural groan, he buried his face in the crook of my neck and sank his fangs into my skin, sending another wave of euphoria crashing over me as he spilled himself inside me with a final, powerful thrust.

His body shuddered against mine as he drank from me, each heavy pull of his mouth sending aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my spent body. I felt like I was floating, levitating, my mind lost in a haze so profound that I wasn’t sure I would ever find my way out of it.

Dominic cradled me in his arms, holding me close as Trace’s body went slack on top of mine, his weight pressing me deeper into Dominic’s chest.

As the last shuddering waves of my climax subsided, I felt Trace’s satisfied rumble against my neck before he slowly withdrew his fangs, licking the marks he made with languid strokes of his tongue. He lifted his head and gazed down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, a sated smile playing at the corners of his mouth before he slid out of me and rolled to the side, his body sprawling across the bed beside me as he caught his breath.

I turned to meet Dominic’s gaze as his hands roamed reverently over my sweat-slicked curves, caressing my hips and waist and tracing the swell of my breasts, each gentle touch sparking the embers that were still smoldering inside me. Darkness flashed in his eyes as he lifted me up slightly and undid his pants. The sound of his zipper sliding down seeming impossibly loud in the quiet room.

Uncertainty curled through my stomach as I turned and locked eyes with Trace, searching through the depths of blue for an answer—for permission. He propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down at me, darkness flashing through them as he brought his wrist to his mouth and bit down, his eyes never leaving mine.

Two crimson orbs of blood blossomed on his skin as he brought his wrist to my mouth. My eyes transfixed on the blood as I licked my lips and then shook my head, knowing that bloodsharing with him would only bind him to me more than he already was. That despite everything we’d just done, that was still a bad idea.

“Your heart is already overcompensating for the blood loss,” cautioned Dominic, his breath tickling my neck as he spoke. “You won’t make it through the next hour if you don’t heal first.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” asked Trace, his voice low and wrought with hurt as he stared down at me.

“You know why. A bloodbond is forever, Trace. I won’t do that to you.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me. Besides, I’m already bound to you, Jemma,” he said, his pupils dilating again at the prospect of writing it out in blood. “ Forever started the day I met you.”

My heart fluttered in my chest, skipping beats as it tried to soar at his words.

“You don’t have to pretend with us anymore, angel,” murmured Dominic as he positioned himself at my entrance and jumbled all my thoughts. “You can have it all now. Let your wings out and fly.”

“Oh, god,” I cried out as Dominic bit down into my neck and then pushed up into me from below, slowly filling me again, inch by delicious inch.

Trace captured my jaw and swallowed my moans with his mouth, his tongue sliding against mine as Dominic began to move inside me with slow, measured strokes. Every part of my body sang as his perfectly controlled thrusts sent waves of pleasure rippling through me, stoking the fire that threatened to incinerate me.

I moaned into Trace’s mouth, my hands grasping at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin and leaving marks. He groaned approvingly against my lips before breaking the kiss off and bringing his wrist to my mouth again, his eyes boring into mine with a wild intensity that made my walls flutter around Dominic

This time, he didn’t ask, and I didn’t stop him.

I parted my lips and latched onto Trace’s wrist, the ethereal sweetness of his blood flooding my mouth as energy charged through my body, electrifying me. My tongue swirled over his wrist as I sucked hard against the puncture wounds, desperate to coax more of his blood out. Trace growled, a deep, primal sound that reverberated through his chest as Dominic thrust into me in a steady, deep rhythm that made my toes curl.

My body hummed with newfound power as Trace’s blood coursed through my veins, igniting every cell and fueling the ecstasy that was rapidly overtaking my body.

“You’re so beautiful like this, angel,” Dominic murmured, his voice low and thick with desire as his breath fanned against my neck. “Taking all of me so perfectly.”

His words sent shivers down my spine, my walls clenching around him in response. He groaned, his hips snapping into me harder, driving himself even deeper. Trace pulled his wrist from my mouth and replaced it with his lips again, kissing me softly as his hand slid down between my legs.

I whimpered into his mouth as his fingers ran tight circles against me, my hips lifting and rolling to meet Dominic’s increasingly frenzied thrusts. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with indescribable pleasure as the two of them orchestrated my body like a symphony, taking me apart and putting me back together again like I had been custom made just for them.

My head fell back against Dominic’s chest as Trace chased my lips, his kiss becoming more demanding as my breathing turned ragged and frenzied. The coil inside me tightened so deeply I thought I might explode from the pressure alone.

“ Oh, god . I can’t,” I cried, my body and mind completely overwhelmed by sensation.

“You’re doing so good, angel, taking me so deep like this,” he rasped, his arm banding around my waist to hold me against him as his hips surged into me harder and faster, making me moan and arch between them. “Listen to those pretty sounds you’re making. Your body was made for this, wasn’t it?” he said as Trace’s tongue plundered my mouth, sweeping inside to tangle with mine as his fingers worked me to the brink of madness.

“Made to be filled and stretched and worshipped by us. Tell me how much you love me taking you like this. How much you love being our good girl—”

The coil inside me snapped.

I tore my mouth from Trace’s and screamed out, my voice breaking on a sob of pure ecstasy as my orgasm slammed into me with the force of a hurricane. My body bowed like a bowstring as white-hot pleasure surged through my veins, making me clench around Dominic as he drove his hips into me from below, chasing his own release and whispering sweet filth into my ear.

My vision blurred spectacularly as surge after surge of pleasure crashed over me, each one more intense than the last, as though I were having an out of body experience. I was only dimly aware of Dominic’s grip on my hips tightening, his thrusts becoming erratic as he sank his teeth into my shoulder and came inside me.

Trace watched with dark, hooded eyes as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through my body, converging with the heat of Dominic’s bite and making me feel as though my climax had no ending. His gaze was ravenous, his pupils blowing wide again like he wanted to take me all over again.

I whimpered helplessly as he brought his mouth to my breast and took my nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue and sucking down hard enough to make me clench around Dominic. Growls vibrated against me, but I couldn’t even tell who they were coming from anymore.

Trace’s fangs clicked out as he looked up at me under dark, sooty lashes and then plunged his teeth into my breast, the sharp sting of his bite quickly melting into pleasure.

Words and thoughts and reality failed me as my head rolled back in bliss.

Torturous, never-ending bliss.

We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, the two of them drinking from me, touching me, skirting me to the edge of death before bringing me back with their whispered promises and healing blood. And then, when I was all better and healed up for them, they did the whole thing all over again.

And again, and again, and again…