Page 91 of Shadowblood Souls: The Complete Series

Andreas hesitates with a trace of his own uncertainty, but Dominic turns me toward him and seeks out a kiss. My body melts against his.

I know him. I know how we work together, with no past pain tarnishing what we’ve made together.

I push at the lapels of his jacket, pulling my lips from his just long enough to demand, “Off.”

Dom’s smile is a little shy as he shrugs off the jacket. He’s cut openings in his dress shirt from the top of his shoulders to halfway down his back so his tentacles can slip easily through.

I reach behind him to tease my fingertips over the satiny skin. Dominic hums low in his throat and claims another kiss.

As we inhale each other’s breath, Andreas eases closer. He dapples kisses along the curve of my shoulders and the back of my neck.

Every graze of his lips sets off sparks through my chest.

When he tugs off his own jacket, I lift my hand to run my fingers along the collar of his shirt. He groans, leaning into my touch.

“I missed you so much,” he mumbles against my hair. “Dreamed about you every night. Ranted at myself for being stupid enough to lose you after you went through so much to find us.”

“I missed you too,” I admit in a small voice, and he hugs me against him from behind, nuzzling the corner of my jaw.

The air turns thick with the scent of anticipation and lust. But this moment is about so much more than simple bodily cravings.

I grip Dominic’s collar and gaze into his bright hazel eyes. “I love you.”

Dom cups my face in a gesture that couldn’t make me feel more cherished. “I don’t even know how to say how much I love you.”

Andreas’s arms tighten around me. I let my head tip back against him. “I love you too.”

He sucks in a breath and bows his head beside mine. “Then I’m the luckiest man who ever existed on this planet. I’m going to spend every second I can making sure I’m proving how much I mean it.”

Dominic’s fingers find the zipper beneath my armpit and ease it down. The heat of the men’s bodies on either side of me ward off any chill as he peels my dress off to pool at my feet.

I still feel abruptly overly naked, but there’s an easy way to balance the scales. I grasp at the buttons on his shirt, flicking them open as quickly as I can.

When Dom takes over, tugging the shirt right off, I run my hands over his chest and tip forward to lap my tongue over one pebbled nipple. He lets out a rough sound and jerks my mouth back up to his, firm but not brutal about it.

His tentacles curl around his body to stroke over mine. The suckers press against my skin all along my torso in a multitude of kisses.

“That’s hardly fair,” Andreas mutters in a teasing tone. “How are my two hands supposed to compete?”

Dominic grins at him, so at ease with the reference to his strange appendages it makes my heart flutter. “You’ll just have to make particularly good use of what you have. You could start by undoing her bra.”

Drey hums and hooks his fingers around the band. As the pressure falls away with the drooping of the cups, I turn toward him.

Facing him again, more undressed than I ever was the one time we got intimate before, a momentary awkwardness settles over me. I don’t know where to set my hands or aim my eyes.

Maybe sensing my shift in mood, Dominic’s touch gentles. One tentacle wraps around my waist in a tender embrace while his hands slide around to cup my breasts as if to shield them.

Andreas gazes down at me, the rich brown of his skin even more vibrant than usual but a shadow of anguish still lurking in his eyes.

He glides his fingers along my jaw to my chin like he did the first time he kissed me, but he simply holds them there, his face still inches from mine. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips.

“Tell me what you want from me,” he says, his voice raw. “I’m honored to be invited in at all, Riva. It only goes as far as you say. You have to know how much I want you.”

I do, because the same need burns inside me. We merged our souls together but never had the chance for the wonder of it to sink in before it was spoiled.

I want to do this right.

The words tumble out. “Kiss me.”

Andreas doesn’t need to be asked twice. He bends down to capture my lips.

The same thrill tingles through me as did on the dance floor.

My hands slip under the hem of his shirt of their own accord to fan across his taut abs and toned chest. Drey groans and fumbles with the top buttons of his shirt before yanking it over his head.

Then he’s diving in for another kiss, not waiting to be asked this time. He consumes my mouth while Dominic swivels his palms in deft circles against my stiffening nipples.

A whimper climbs up my throat. The ache between my thighs expands, torturously demanding.

All I’m wearing now are my panties, and I can tell they’re drenched.

The next time Andreas releases my lips, Dom twirls me back toward him. He sweeps my small frame off my feet, his tentacles helping brace me against his body, and lays me down in the middle of the massive bed.

“I’ve been wondering…” he murmurs, planting a trail of kisses down my sternum. “I want to try… But I don’t really know what I’m doing. You’ll have to show me what feels good.”

I sag back into the duvet, ready to welcome whatever he has in mind. “Go ahead.”

His kisses chart a path all the way to the hem of my panties. He teases his tongue across the base of my belly as he guides that scrap of fabric off me, and my nerves jump with anticipation.

Then he lowers his mouth right over my pussy.

I knew this was a thing people did, but I had no conception of how glorious it would feel. A surge of bliss races up from my core.

My head arcs back against the pillow with a moan.

Dominic doesn’t hesitate. His tongue flicks over every sensitive spot down below, and his lips massage every place it isn’t touching.

I can’t stop myself from bucking to meet his mouth. Pulses of pleasure rock me in endless succession.

With the gasps and cries slipping from my lips, I hope he can tell he’s doing fucking fantastic.

Andreas lets out a ragged breath and sinks down on the bed next to me. He nips my earlobe and nibbles my jaw, but his gaze comes back to focus on Dominic’s face between my legs.

As Drey fondles one of my breasts, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the fresh jolt of pleasure makes me buck harder. Dom raises his head just a little, his tongue swiping over my clit.

“How does she taste?” Andreas asks in a tone so hungry I shudder eagerly at the sound.

Dominic’s eyes gleam. “Sweeter than a sugar cookie.”

He dives back in for more.

As I writhe with their combined attentions, Dom’s tentacles stroke up and down my legs. Then one delves right between my thighs.

Dominic lifts his gaze again, swirling his tongue over that most provocative place while he gauges my reaction. The tip of the tentacle glides through the slickness of my opening.

Holy fuck. I tremble with the pleasure both immediate and promised.

“Don’t stop,” I mumble.

He slides his lithe appendage right into me. It fills me with a slim, flexible pressure not at all like his cock but thrilling in its own way.

As the tentacle pushes deeper, shifting forward with swift pulses, I moan. Dominic smiles against my clit and sucks down hard.

At the chorus of sounds spilling from my throat, Andreas swears under his breath and drops lower to lap the peak of my breast right into his mouth. I tangle one hand in his tight coils and the other in Dom’s silky auburn strands falling loose from his ponytail.

The shadowy smoke in my blood doesn’t wrench at me as urgently as it did my first times with each of these men. Instead, it quivers through my veins in a heady sort of dance, urging me on with a sense of reveling.

This is where we’re supposed to be. How we’re meant to be.

United like one being.

All at once, the fleshy tendril inside me twists. It curls around, increasing the feeling of fullness as its end spirals into a thicker ball.

I gasp, my grip on Dominic’s hair tightening. He suckles me more eagerly—and thrusts that bulging tip into me like the thickest of shafts.

I’m already so aroused the burn that comes is nothing but ecstatic. I sway with the pulsing, welcoming his tentacle even deeper.

Pleasure swells through my torso, intoxicating and exhilarating. Then Dom scrapes the tips of his teeth across my clit, and I shatter.

I come so hard I sob with the impact, clutching on to both him and Andreas. A tidal wave of delight sweeps through me.

My body clenches and then goes slack. My vision spins.

“That’s how we treat our woman right,” Andreas murmurs as I sag into the duvet.

The words set off a pang of resolve that resonates through me. I don’t want this interlude to be only about me.

We belong to each other; it goes both ways. I wouldn’t have anything else.

As Dominic straightens into a kneeling position, I convince my muscles to move, twisting me up and around. Without giving him a chance to protest, I nudge him down on the bed, the pendant I’m still wearing swinging from my neck.

“Riva?” he asks, breathless.

I yank at his suit pants so hard the button pops. “I want to taste you too.”

He inhales as if to form a protest that I don’t need to, but I’ve already freed his erection from his boxers. When I wrap my lips over the head of his shaft, any words he might have said dissolve into a groan.

“Oh, fuck,” he manages to mutter as I work my mouth farther down his rigid cock. “So fucking good, Riva. Never—felt anything like— God .”

Hearing him unravel only heightens my enthusiasm. I have no more experience with this act than he had going down on me, but the awareness of his enjoyment floods my senses.

I stroke my fingers over the moon-and-blood-drop tattoo on his hip that matches mine.

We’re bound together by blood and history, and my body knows exactly how to make his quake.

My tongue winds around his hot, straining flesh. I drink down his musky flavor.

Dominic’s hips rock to meet me with obvious restraint. He touches my temple, his fingers trembling with the force of the bliss I’m conjuring in him.

Despite the force of the orgasm I’ve already enjoyed, a throbbing sensation forms in my sex at its emptiness. An ache for the same driving rhythm that’s now focused on my mouth.

And I can have that, can’t I?

I release Dom’s cock for just long enough to glance toward Andreas, who’s sat back on his heels to watch us with heated envy.

“Drey. I need you—inside me.”

His eyes widen. Then he’s scrambling to meet me, jerking at the fly of his pants at the same time.

“Fuck, yes.”

He strokes his fingers over my opening first, but I don’t think I could be any wetter. I suck Dominic’s cock down at the same moment as Andreas’s presses into me from behind.

Pleasure spikes through every nerve. I moan around Dominic’s shaft, and he shivers at the sensation.

The shadows inside me flare. If they were dancing before, it’s an all-out rave raging through my veins now.

The marks on my collarbone sing out. We’re joined; we’re together.

We’re blood, and we found our way back to each other against all the odds.

Andreas’s fingers curl around my hips. He rocks into me at an increasingly urgent pace that I match with the suction of my lips.

Dominic sways with me. His eyes have gone hazy with pleasure.

His tentacles still wind around my shoulders and arms. One makes its way between us to pluck at my breasts, and I can’t hold back another moan.

Dom grunts. “Can’t stop—Riva, I’m going to?—"

I want it all. I down him as far as I can and savor the spurt of his release at the back of my throat.

As I suck him dry, his tentacles ramp up their attentions. My nipples tingle with the squeeze of the suckers.

Andreas bows over my back to kiss my shoulder blade. He tucks his hand around my waist and fingers my clit in time with his frantic strokes.

That’s all it takes. I crackle apart again, bright and hot as a firecracker exploding.

My pussy clamps around Drey’s cock, and he groans as he follows me.

Andreas loops his arm around my waist as he rocks to a stop. He presses more kisses down my spine.

Then he pauses with a shaking inhalation and tips his damp forehead against my flushed skin.

“I love you. Always.”

Emotion swells at the base of my throat. I twist around, tugging him with me so I can nestle between both men on the bed.

“Never leave me again,” I murmur, and I think they both know I don’t mean just physically.

“Not a chance,” Dominic swears. He captures my mouth in a quick but emphatic kiss, heedless of his flavor lingering on my lips.

Andreas hugs me close. “It’d take a goddamn apocalypse to tear me away from you.”

But as I sink into the mellowness of the afterglow, a niggling chill seeps in.

I’m not entirely sure that an apocalypse is off the table.