Page 92 of Blood Oath
My gaze flicks to the gorgeous, giant dragon shifter when he groans brokenly. He’s gripping his huge, hard length through his pants before he swallows, meeting my gaze.
“Please, can I touch you, baby?” he begs.
I realize he’s triple-checking because he’s worried about a repeat of what happened last time. Needing more, I wordlessly lean up to grab his big hand, dragging it to the apex of my thighs instead.
“I need your touch here.”
“Fuck. Yes.” Suddenly, he’s dragging down my pants. He falls to his knees at the end of the bed, and I almost jump out of my skin when his face presses against my soaked panties. He moans and kisses me through the fabric, nuzzling my thighs open wider. “Fuck, baby. I need to see the hot little cunt I get to spoil for the rest of my life. I’ll be so fucking good for your sweet pussy.”
Oh gods. He has such a mouth on him.
“Shirt,” Silas commands Crypt, and they’re working together to shuck the huge long-sleeved shirt off my upper half. The air in the room is crisp against my newly exposed skin, making me suck in a gasp as my nipples harden into tight peaks. Instinctively, when I feel the cold, my attention skips back to the doorway.
The professor is still there. He isn’t taking his eyes off me, but frost is blooming across the hallway wall where his hand is firmly planted. A muscle in his sharp jawline pulses.
They’re doing enough to distract me until suddenly, Silas tenses, and his finger softly traces the pale, jagged scar between my breasts.
“What is this, ima sangfluir?”
The others snap to attention, and Baelfire growls up from where he’s poised between my thighs. “Who the fuck did that to you?”
“A doctor. It was a heart surgery when I was a child. It’s nothing now.” I’ve told this lie before, so it slips easily from my tongue as I squirm again, shutting my eyes as my body begins to tense from the lack of stimulation.
Before panic can sink in about their skin all over mine, magic flares from Silas’s fingertips, and my bra snaps open—and then his hot tongue drags slowly across one of my nipples. I gasp and arch at the delicious sensation. Crypt swears softly above me, and even though my eyes are shut, I know it’s his fingertips that begin toying with my other nipple.
“Stunning,” he breathes. “You’re handling this so perfectly, darling.”
“I need more,” I plea.
My panties are ripped off, and Baelfire curses softly, his fingers slipping through the wetness there, sending my back arching again. “Holy gods, you’re so pretty, Maven. I can’t wait to fucking devour this. You smell like fucking heaven.”
Immediately, Silas’s touch vanishes again, and I’m left panting on the bed, disoriented but awash with need when Crypt slips into Limbo to join them at the foot of the bed, and they all groan at the sight of me now completely naked.
Their reaction makes me feel powerful, and I bite my lip to keep from grinning as I trail my fingers down between my breasts.
Silas’s mouth curls up darkly, and he licks his lips. “She is soaked.”
The Nightmare Prince hums, agreeing with the blood fae. “Should we give you what your body is weeping for, love?”
He appears suddenly beside me again, but this time, he leans over to bite my nipple.
Not nip. Bite.
“Fuck,” I swear, twisting his hair violently in my fingers as the red-hot sensation sinks in.
He hisses in pleasure, licking away the sting around my nipple. And I don’t have to worry about my haphephobia kicking in because that’s when Baelfire’s tongue greedily laps at my entrance. His moan of delight echoes my own, and suddenly, I’m awash with sensation as Crypt slides his hands over my jaw and kisses me demandingly.
They’re both devouring me, just in different ways. The pleasure has been building in my core slowly, but when Baelfire sucks hard on my clit, sweet release finally—godsdamned finally—ricochets up my spine, and I cry out, stars spotting my vision as my breathing stutters.
Oh. My. Gods.
He doesn’t let up, and it’s suddenly so overstimulating that I jerk away from Crypt to try to push his face away. “Stop. G—give me a moment.”
Bael nips playfully at my fingers, his eyes shining with a profound hunger as he licks my wetness off his lips. Silas is also grinning sinfully at me from where he sits on the bed beside me, his fingers trailing softly up and down my side. Crypt kisses my temple.
“That is what it feels like?” I finally manage, blown away.
No wonder Kenzie is a slut. I might also take up that hobby in pursuit of a release like that.
