Page 93 of Blood Oath
Crypt stills. “You never had an orgasm before?”
Baelfire grins broadly. “Hell fucking yes. I just made my mate come for the first time ever. But if that was your first one, we need to get you caught up as soon as fucking possible. Spread them wider for me, baby.”
He tries to dip his head back, but I grip his hair, forcing him to look at me.
“Kiss me.” He’s the only one who hasn’t, and suddenly I need to know his feels.
Baelfire obeys immediately, crawling over me on the bed, bracing his arms on either side of me as he claims my mouth with his. I shut my eyes, only letting myself focus on the sensation of his soft nips and low groans. He kisses down my neck while Crypt returns to toying with my breasts, and soon, I can feel the coiling sensation building inside of me again.
Surely I can’t come a second time. I’ve tried and failed so many times to get myself to finish even once that I’d almost decided I wasn’t even capable. Is twice possible?
I want to find out, and I need this to go on. I need their groans and whispers as I come apart at their touch, fingers tangling in their hair and dragging over their jaws at every chance.
“More,” I demand breathlessly. “Give me more.”
Silas doesn’t hesitate. His lips press softly over my clit, and then he pulls back. I hear clothes shuffling, and then a shock jolts down my spine when something warm and really hard grinds in exactly the right place.
I fist my hand in Baelfire’s hair, the other gripping the sheets. Desire rocks through me when Silas slides his cock through my wetness again. “Yes. Fuck me. Hard. Please.”
His hands squeeze my hips so tightly I bet they’ll bruise. “I have to go slow, Maven. It…will hurt at first. If you’ve never?—“
“I’m not a virgin. Just fuck me.”
He groans something in fae before he pushes into me. And I have no idea how I resisted them this long. Why on earth would I deny myself this? The pressure and stretch, the warmth, the shockwaves of pleasure? It’s dizzying. Silas thrusts all the way in and seems to lose all semblance of gentleness, slamming into me at a brutal pace as I cry out.
My cries are quickly captured by Baelfire as he takes my lips again.
“Gods, look at you. So fucking gorgeous and greedy. My perfect mate,” he whispers against my jaw.
The pleasure coursing through me reaches a fever pitch, and I groan, needing that release again. I need something to push me over that edge.
“Bite me,” I whisper.
I want that. Their marks on me—the soreness around the nipple Crypt bit, unintentional bruises on my hips from Silas losing control, and Baelfire’s bite.
And…Everett. I want something from him.
Where is he?
Baelfire growls in a sound that is more draconic than human, and then his teeth sink into my shoulder. It’s not hard enough to break my skin, but the pain gives all the pleasure one final push.
I gasp, my core seizing tightly as euphoria sweeps through me.
That sets Silas off, and he swears before burying himself in me as deep as he can go, his cock jerking until he’s left panting against the side of my calf. I was so overwhelmed by everything happening at once that I don’t even know when he lifted it that high.
The chill in the air slowly brings me back to earth, but this time, when my attention sweeps back to the hallway, the ice elemental is gone. And somehow, that makes me feel…incomplete.
Which is fucked up. Because they don’t belong to me. I’ve made that very clear, so I can’t now be wishing I could look into his glacier-blue eyes and see warmth instead of indifference.
Silas bites his lip as he pulls out. I feel warmth drip from me, and I don’t miss the way his eyes flare watching it. “Gods damn me, I may have bruised you.”
I hum, still not fully recovered. “Thanks.”
Baelfire laughs quietly and maneuvers me on the bed until I’m cradled against his chest. He’s still fully clothed. They all are, except Silas’s lack of pants. He slips into the attached bathroom, where I hear water running briefly.
But even though I feel the massive erection he’s sporting, Baelfire doesn’t try to rock against me or press me for more. He just nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck with an infinitely pleased groan, kissing the spot I know shifters mark their mates.
“You’re not about to hex me to shit thunder for a month, right?” he teases.
