Page 42 of The Midnight Order (The Thorngray Vampires Duet #1)

Corvin

Silver wanders into the lab, and I try not to notice the flush in her cheeks or the drunken way she meanders through the room.

She’s got a thoroughly fucked look to her, and it has my body rising to the occasion.

“Did you need something?” I ask.

She runs her hand over beakers and equipment, her hazy eyes taking everything in. “No. I couldn’t find anyone else, so I thought I’d check in with you. You’re the only one I know I can always find.”

Something like stupid pride wells in my chest. It’s only because I’m obsessed with my work, I remind myself.

“You went after Lowell?” I ask her.

“How did you…”

“I can smell him on you, inside you.”

Her blush deepens. I notice the moment her perfect nipples press against her shirt, hardening. “That should bother me, but it doesn’t.”

“What does it make you feel?” I ask, turning away from the microscope, work forgotten.

She takes a deep breath, and her exhale is shaky. “Like I didn’t just come an hour ago.”

I bite my lip. “I’d be happy to fulfill your needs, should they arise.”

She giggles, dropping onto my rolling chair. It swivels backward too violently, and she squeals.

I capture her shoulders, keeping her from falling off the chair, and as we stare at one another, the air grows tense between us.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

“I didn’t come in for…” — she swallows thickly — “what you said.”

“For me to make you come?”

“Jesus. Yes.”

“Alright.” I straighten, ignoring that she can see my hardness plain as day; she’s eye-level with it, but her eyes are locked on mine, something I don’t take for granted. “What did you come in here for? Out of boredom?”

“No. Actually, I was wondering if you’d tell me what Jasper won’t.”

“Alright…”

“About Osanna. I assume that’s the witch Lowell knows? His reaction was… violent.”

“It was. It always will be when it comes to her.”

“She was the one who used him? Bled him?”

“She wasn’t. She led him into a trap, where her coven controlled him.”

“Well, he’s a vampire. Isn’t he stronger than any witch?”

I take a tentative inhale. “Yes, and no. Physically, we’re stronger than witches. But their magic is something far beyond our understanding of magic. They’re born with it, bred to use their magic as easily as they breathe.”

“She led him into a magical trap?”

“She did.” I nod.

“And he loved her?”

“He did.”

“And she’s still alive?”

“She is.”

“You’re as secretive as Jasper.” She chuckles.

“Well, Lowell has forbidden us from speaking her name.”

“Why didn’t he kill her? Did he never see her again?”

“He did. He called upon her to help us escape this curse. It was the single most selfless thing I’ve ever witnessed anyone do for someone else.”

“She wouldn’t help?”

“She couldn’t. Only the witch who placed the curse can remove it. The only other way is to?—”

“Break it.”

I nod again.

She drops her gaze away, but worries about my erection are gone, replaced by sadness.

Crouching, I lift her chin. “What’s wrong, Sweet Silver?”

“So many women have done all of you so wrong. And I can’t promise that I’ll be any different in the end.”

She knows she’s probably the key, and a part of her doesn’t want to be. It’s as clear as day on her face.

“There’s a difference when it comes to you.”

“And that is?”

“That we’d stay cursed to keep you happy. To keep you safe.”

A sad smile lifts her lips. “Did you see that coming when you set out to break this curse? You’ve spent so many years trying.”

“I didn’t. But no one could’ve seen you coming.”

“I know I need to go into that box again. There’s so much we need to learn from it, but I don’t know that I can handle it all at once.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Will you be there? With me? Later tonight, maybe?”

“Sure,” I answer before I can think better of it.

Silver’s slowly becoming someone I’d do anything for, and I never thought I’d find that in anyone but Asher.

The door clicks closed, and Silver and I both turn to find the man himself walking towards us.

“Why, hello there, Silver.” There’s a rueful gleam in his eyes that I know all too well.

“Oh boy,” I breathe.

Silver looks at me. “What? What’s wrong?”

“He’s hungry. I can meet you later, yeah?”

She looks at us. “Wait. You’re going to feed him?”

“I am.” My cock fills with blood all over again as I watch her cheeks flush with heat.

“Can I… watch?” She licks her lips.

Asher hops up onto my exam table and pats his lap. “Better than that, Sweet Silver. You can join if you’d like.”

She flicks her eyes at me.

What’s she seeking, I wonder?

The longer she and I stare at one another as I stand to my full height, towering over her in the chair, the more I realize she’s asking for permission.

She’d never come between Asher and me, and it’s why she’s different from anyone else.

It’s why she’s ours .

“Of course you can stay,” I tell her.

Silver stands, and the rolling chair slides backward from the force. Asher’s eyes are on her like he’s tracking prey. A giddy thrumming encases my stomach, squeezing like a vise in unyielding swells.

I never knew it could be this way. I never knew that one day, I’d enjoy watching the man I love fawn over another. So much so that I don’t even worry about myself, about joining. I never thought I’d enjoy… watching.

“Come, Sweet Silver.” Asher sits back on the exam table, dangling one massive leg over either side. His hair has blond streaks, and as he angles his head to watch her approach, they glisten in the fluorescent lights overhead.

Silver sits on the table before him, sitting in the space he’s created with his open legs. “I don’t see how my being in the middle will help you feed…” Her words break off as Asher slides them both forward, wrapping his arms around her. He runs the tips of his fingers up her thighs.

She’s in black cotton shorts, making her creamy skin look even more decadent.

“You’ll see. Won’t she, Corvin?”

I forget my name as I ignore the question, only ruminating on how close his fingers get to the hem of Silver’s shorts before turning and dipping back down to the insides of her knees.

Silver’s eyes droop, her hands on Asher’s thighs, her feet arched in delicate angles on the sliding footrest of the exam table.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

“Corvin,” Asher says, this time with a bit more snap to his tone.

“Hmm?” Striding closer, I drop my hands to the tops of Silver’s thighs. Even from here, I can smell Lowell on her.

In her.

It’s intoxicating.

Almost as much as the blood rushing through her veins.

“We’re going to show Silver just how needed she is here tonight, aren’t we?” he asks me, and this time, I give a nod.

I’m nowhere near coherent, but he’ll get angrier if I ignore him. Which can sometimes be fun, but tonight isn’t the night to show Silver how dark Asher can get.

Flicking my eyes up to Asher, I focus on how hungry he looks. I kick the footrest, which squeaks as it draws back inside the table.

Silver’s feet tuck around my calves as I come face-to-face with her.

“Is this going to be okay for you?” I whisper, dropping a small kiss on her lips.

“I don’t know yet.”

“Maybe we should have her pick a safe word.” Asher’s suggestion isn’t an ignorant one.

“Tenebris,” she says hoarsely.

There’s so much to unravel in her tone and how her hand shakes as it dusts over mine on Asher’s thigh.

Now is not the time, however.

It seems tonight isn’t the night for a lot of things.

“If things get too intense or you want us to stop, just say your safe word,” Asher murmurs into her neck, which she elongates.

She’s very trusting of us. It’s always been the most thrilling thing about her. But also the most ignorant.

“I still don’t see how he’s going to feed when I’m in the w—” Silver’s words cut off as I turn my neck, and Asher crowds over her shoulder, sinking his fangs into my vein.

Silver whimpers.

It’s enchanting to know that she reacts to us like we do to her.

Asher has my nose pressed into Silver’s cheek at this angle, and it doesn’t take much for her to turn her face and capture my lips.

The entire world in this moment feels like it’s stopped.

To be with both of them feels… right.

Her tongue parts my lips as Asher’s venom leaks into my veins. While it doesn’t affect me as much as it does Silver, the hazy hands of its effects maneuver through my body, causing it to awaken.

Hunger, gnawing and profound, clasps me in hand. Soon, all I can hear is the sound of Silver’s rapid heartbeat. All I can scent is her perfect perfume and the racing of her blood.

Sucking her tongue earns me a moan from Silver and a protracted tug on my vein from Asher.

I feel like I’m caught between heaven and hell, and I can’t choose which one I want to visit most.

How does one choose?

I suppose in this situation, I don’t have to make a choice.

I can have a taste of both.

I nick Silver’s bottom lip, just the smallest wound, to allow her cherry-flavored blood to tang my tongue.

I siphon a long swill, tasting her, devouring her, savoring her.

I don’t register that Asher has closed my throat until his lips hover over my ear.

“That’s a good boy,” Asher praises. “Such restraint. I’m so hard for you right now.

Feel.” He places my hand over his hardness.

The back of it brushes against Silver’s ass, and I groan, sucking harder on Silver’s lip.

Her sweet breaths are fanning over my nose and only taking me higher as she moans.

Did she hear what he said?

Did it enliven her?

Licking over her wound, I close it. I pull back, needing to see her and know how much this affects her.

Her pupils are blown; her cheeks filled with a delicate rouge I’d love to drain from her. The way she presses her thighs together tells me she’s wet. I no longer worry about which one of us she’s wet for.

She’s wet for us.

Both of us.

All of us.

“On your knees, Sweet Silver,” Asher says, and I don’t register the command until she’s sliding off the table to her knees.

She looks up at me with a heady stare I want to keep on her face for the rest of her life, no matter how long that is.

I’m caught in her gaze, trapped in her depths like a sailor called home to the bottom of the drink.

Asher unbuttons my pants and pushes them down from where he stands, now behind me. My underwear goes with, and my length springs free, catching Silver’s attention.

The way she looks at us makes me feral for her.

Asher snarls against my ear, grabbing my cock in his hand and lining it up with Silver’s mouth. “Open, pretty girl.”

She looks enthralled, entirely transfixed, as she slides me into her mouth.

It’s warm and tight, and her tongue twirls around the head as she pulls back, teasing me.

“I love watching you two together,” Asher whispers, his hand skirting over my hip and headed over my ass cheek. “Widen your stance.”

I listen, widening my legs apart as far as the pants around my ankles will allow.

When his fingers rim my ass hole, I hiss and press back into them. My cock pops out of Silver’s mouth, and I hear her take a deep inhale of breath.

Asher chuckles, the sadist in him getting off on every moment of this. “Keep sucking, sweet girl. I’m going to fuck his ass while you do.”

Holy shit.

Asher works one finger inside me and then another, priming me up while Silver slides me in and out of her mouth, sloppily sucking while one of her hands works my shaft.

“Oh, God,” I cry.

“Silver, stop. Don’t take his cock out of your mouth, but don’t move another muscle,” Asher commands.

This is when she gets to see him. The side of him that he hides away in the dungeon. The side of him I’m so fucking addicted to.

Silver does as commanded, and Asher nearly purrs with approval.

I, however, am dying.

My orgasm is just around the corner, and he’s toying with me.

“Take what you want from us. I won’t move my fingers, and Silver won’t move her mouth. Work for it. Earn it. Beg for it.”

“Fuck, Ash,” I plead, reaching down and grasping onto Silver’s hair.

When I shove inside her mouth, using her like my little fuck toy, Asher’s fingers slide nearly out of my ass, but when I pull out of her mouth, they dive back inside.

The push and pull of it all is tantalizing. Mind-numbing.

“Ash, please. Please, let me come.”

“I don’t know… Silver, do you think he was good enough?”

Silver’s watery eyes are so glassy and beautiful as I look down at her, pleading to say yes.

She nods as I fuck her mouth harder, hoping that this is the end. That I’ve earned this enough for Asher to permit me.

“The lady thinks you were a good boy for us. I’m inclined to agree,” he tells me softly, nipping my ear with his fang. “Come down her pretty little throat.”

My next breath stutters out of me as my eyes cross. His permission washes over me, and the rubber band inside me snaps.

“Coming,” I warn Silver, hearing her gag as I lose control of my thrusts.

“Swallow it all, Sweet Silver. Swallow every drop.”

I come, and she does.

“Good boy,” Asher praises, reaching around to jack the last few spurts of cum into Silver’s mouth. “Fuck, we’re going to have so much fun with her.”

Looking down, I catch the grin Silver gives around my cock.

“Yes, we are.”