Page 45 of The Midnight Order (The Thorngray Vampires Duet #1)

Silver

My neck hurts so bad. This all started with a knee-jerk reaction, which, news flash, Vampires don’t like those, especially when they involve you bleeding in their presence.

Jasper looks worried as he looks on behind Lowell, who is currently running his nose dangerously close to my open, bleeding wound.

I came out here, against all their pleading, to apologize for my ignorance. To reel him back in.

After the other night, after we slept together, I think I got a bit too overzealous in thinking we took a few more steps forward than we had.

The way his eyes had changed at the scent of my blood was terrifying. My fear only fed the monster more, too.

“Do as you’re told, little lamb. Show me my dinner.”

My eyes flick to Jasper over Lowell’s shoulder. He gives me a shake of his head.

Then he taps his watch as if to tell me to drag this out. To distract him.

The others must be lurking.

Plotting to trap Lowell.

I elongate my neck, and Jasper’s nostrils flare with anger.

What else am I supposed to do? Disobey?

Lowell makes a sound that makes my spine shiver.

“So. Fucking. Perfect.”

His praise enters my bloodstream and travels straight to my core, warming it to a tepid swelter.

“Lowell, you don’t want to do this. Don’t throw everything away. You’ll lose her. We’ll lose her.” Jasper’s pleading only solidifies my guilt.

What was I fucking thinking?

I pressed him too far. He was teetering on the edge this entire time, and I shoved him over.

It’s my fault.

I deserve to die for this.

At least it’ll be a blissful end.

Jasper’s scream is the only thing I hear before euphoria skitters through me like broken glass.

Lowell’s locked on my throat, his fangs sunken into the open wound I created earlier, his resolve gone.

It’s all my fault.

As venom intoxicates me, guilt dissolves. My hands tangle in his brown hair, gripping on, holding him at my throat.

The snarl from him only dampens my panties further.

Jasper has a hand on him, as if sheer willpower will keep Lowell from going too far. But in this state, I’d give it all to him.

The lights dim, and spiders dance across my skin, followed by a sickly nausea that leaves my insides reeling.

“She’s mine!” Lowell snarls, breaking away from my throat with a wet pop. His mouth is covered in my blood, and his eyes look feral.

He dives back into my neck, this time closing my wound before ripping my clothes to shreds, baring me to the temperate woods.

My nipples harden, my pussy clamping down at the way he’s looking at me.

Like I’m not only his meal but his oxygen.

He stopped feeding.

That means he’s not some slayer, right?

“Come here, little lamb,” he commands, and I’m putty against the tree, trying my best to push away from it.

Jasper lurks close, watching every move his maker makes.

Not that he can do anything.

He’s as helpless as I am.

When I falter on my feet, however, Jasper’s behind me. He catches me. Cradles me while Lowell finds my aching sex with two fingers.

“Don’t fall, little lamb. There are monsters in these woods. They might catch you.” Lowell’s whispered words over my ear send shivers through my body as Jasper snarls.

His fingers move back and forth, caressing me from clit to entrance, driving me mad. My body is already amped up from his venom and the very fact that he could feed from me at all.

I’m his.

And his being able to resist the urge to kill me has to mean something.

A whimpering plea for more escapes my lips, and more snarls come from behind me.

They’re all here.

Each of the Thorngray Vampires followed me into these woods, and now I have a feeling that I’m about to become a toy between them, my cries blending into the wind that’s chipping away at the trees surrounding me.

Wiggling, I attempt to capture Lowell’s evasive fingers that still haven’t sunken into my center, but he hisses at me when one male wraps his arms around the tree at my back and brackets my hips in place against Jasper, his erection pressing into my ass.

“Hold still, sweetheart.” Asher, then.

His warm breath becomes a soft chuckle against my ear as Lowell drops to his knees, eyeing me from below like a hungry animal.

“Oh, come on, Lowell. Give the lady what she asked for,” Asher growls, rounding to my left, placing a hand on Lowell’s shoulder as he tosses me a wink.

My heady eyes flick over toward Corvin, who stands off to himself to my right, his thumb running over his bottom lip as he watches.

“He loves to watch,” Asher whispers, and my stomach flips at the prospect of having them all together as I fall apart.

“You’re ours now, little lamb. The key to our salvation. The weakness of every male here.” Lowell’s so close to my core that I feel every word against it. “But you have a choice. There’s always a choice. What do you choose?”

My eyes dart from one male to another, capturing each of their red glares beneath their masks as the full moon above illuminates the sky.

Jasper looks down over my shoulder. “Will you be ours?”

So much has happened since I drove into this town. There are so many threads going in all directions. But even as I contemplate them all, they feel as if they don’t weave into a complete canvas without each one of them.

Without all of them.

“I’ve always been yours,” I breathe, and Lowell’s resolve snaps.

His tongue spears between my folds, laving over my clit as two fingers sink inside me. Jasper holds me to the tree as Asher captures my nipple in his mouth, toying with the other.

Corvin drops his hand away from his face, stepping closer with a stealth I know takes effort.

Everything before this seems so inconsequential. Everything that happened to get me here doesn’t matter.

Only this matters.

Only them.

Only us.

My body’s so overstimulated from venom already that my first orgasm takes me by surprise.

Corvin finally arrives at my right side and dips down to capture my lips, giving me an outlet for my frustration.

Suddenly, I’m lost in a field of daisies with him holding my hand, and everything around us is muted. The deep kiss tells me every word he can’t find or give.

Lowell pulls away, standing before he lifts me over his shoulder.

“Let’s take this home. You never know who could be watching.”

His words spike fear through my stomach right before it enters my throat from the speed with which we’re moving.

When we get home, we’re no more than in the massive front sitting room before Lowell drops me on the couch with a bounce.

Every naked inch of me is on display and bounces from the toss.

The three of them arrive next in a whoosh, becoming corporeal before me before I can even track the sound accompanying them.

Corvin still has a hunger lurking in his eyes, and it has me inching up the couch in retreat. Asher plops down beside me, fully clothed with a look of intrigue.

“You see that look in his eyes?”

I nod, biting my bottom lip.

“That’s what has me obsessed with him. You became his new fixation when you got him out of that lab, away from his toys.

” He leans closer as Corvin drops to his knees, prying my thighs apart and running his gaze over my slit.

“To be the object of his fascination becomes an addiction,” he whispers as Corvin drops to the inside of my thigh and sniffs his way to my center.

The very center that Lowell was just devouring. It’ll still smell like the orgasm he gave me. I’ll bet it still tastes like Lowell.

My eyes flick up to the male in question momentarily, but he looks as intrigued as I feel.

I’m distracted by Asher’s tongue rimming my ear when Corvin strikes with his fangs, latching onto my labia and sucking.

It’s euphoric.

It’s a rush.

It’s too much.

I cry out, arching off the couch as every nerve in my body bursts into flame.

“Oh, look how pretty you look on his fangs, sweetheart,” Asher whispers.

Corvin sucks harder, growling at the blood filling his mouth before pulling back and looking up at me with unsatisfied starvation.

In a blink, he licks the wound closed, pulls me off the couch, and bends me over the cushions.

The wood floor beneath me is cold on my knees as my upper body presses into the fabric of the couch. Asher grins as he scoots closer to me, rubbing over his erection as he watches Corvin.

When I feel Corvin notch at my entrance, I hold my breath, praying he goes all the way this time.

Lowell has had me. I’m fair game, or so I think was the arrangement.

The male could change his mind and rip Corvin’s head from his neck at any moment. The thrill of the idea has me giddy, rather than scared.

Corvin tips inside me, stretching me in a way that causes me to gasp for air.

“Does he feel good, sweetheart?” Asher says, freeing his cock to fist.

Jasper is behind the couch, and I lose track of Lowell until I feel a hand swirl over my clit and find his eyes to my left.

This situation could quickly make me feel like I’m being taken advantage of. But it doesn’t.

It feels like I’m being worshipped.

Like I’m the object of all of their obsessions.

“He feels so good,” I finally whisper as Lowell turns my gaze away from him, and my eyes gobble up the sight of Asher jacking his cock.

He inches closer, tilting it toward me as Lowell urges me forward with a grip on my head.

It’s all the permission I need as I lean forward and slide him into my mouth.

Corvin’s hands brush over my ass, slinking around my hips and squeezing while he fucks me slowly and methodically.

Lowell’s fingers work my clit, and I’m so close to climbing the walls to escape the building pressure cooking me from the inside before I burst.

I stop sucking Asher to moan as Corvin picks up his pace. The idea that he might be close to coming has me transfixed.

Asher grabs either side of my head, controlling me like his toy, taking his pleasure.

I’m wondering where Jasper is when I feel a tug on my nipple. It’s a sharp bite of pain that tosses me over the edge of euphoric, mind-blowing bliss.

I cry out around Asher as he juts forward, filling my mouth. I nearly choke as I try to swallow it all down, each spurt quickly followed by another.

Asher’s cries of pleasure have Corvin screaming, his nails digging into my hips. I flick my eyes up to Asher for a suspended moment, worried he’ll have another moment like in my aunt’s house.

His hazy eyes are blown wide as I lick the last drops of cum from his tip, causing him to hiss.

“It’ll never get old,” Lowell growls, nipping my ear as he still torments my clit. It’s too sensitive, but all I can do is whine. There are no words. “Watching you come is mesmerizing, little lamb.”

I turn my head lazily in his direction. “You drank my blood.”

“I did.”

“Are you alright?” I whisper.

“I am. But I fear you won’t be.”

“What? Why?” I stammer.

Lowell lifts his hand, still smelling of me, and turns my face toward Jasper, who’s been patiently waiting his turn.

“Because we’re not done with you, Sweet Silver,” Jasper says, standing and moving across the room.

He disappears around a corner, and I know where he’s going.

The basement.

Corvin helps me to my feet. My legs are shaky, and my core is still vibrating. He kisses me long and deep, only cut off when Asher pulls my face away from his, stealing them for himself.

When Asher pulls back from my lips, he captures Corvin’s.

I’m stock-still, staring in awe at the beauty of both of them together.

I want more.

Corvin breaks away from Asher’s lips. “Don’t waste my cum, pretty girl.”

His words have me clenching my core, trying my best to keep every drop inside me.

“Come, little lamb. My progeny is ready for his turn.” Lowell leads me out of the room. But not before turning and telling Asher and Corvin to follow.

Before my feet even touch the first step to the dungeon, I know I’m in for a wild ride.

I just hope I can survive it.