Page 17 of Little Music of Night

“Not at all,” Erik murmured.

His fingers slid back into my hair and he tugged at the band holding it back. I sucked in a breath as he pulled it free, my bun unraveling. He gripped it gently, tugging my head back until the curve of my neck was exposed to him.

“Should I stop?” Erik asked.

“No. I think I will die if you stop.”

My dark phantom smiled, his fangs sharp and making my pussy pulse. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” My eyes fluttered as he leaned in, his mouth hovering above my pulse.

“Can we touch you?”

“Yes.Please.”

Ray suddenly appeared behind me, his hands settling on my hips. I gasped as he tugged me back, my ass pressing against him. I felt the outline of his cock and my mouth dropped as I realized—these two were going to destroy me in the best fucking way possible.

“See what I mean?” Erik chuckled. “He’s just as depraved as I am, sweet angel. We are demons. Creatures of the night. And fate has chosen you to be ours. Although, knowing fate—perhaps you are as twisted as we are.”

Perhaps I was.

I wanted this. More than I knew how to express. These strangers on either side of me didn’t seem so strange. In fact, their hands on me felt right. Their presence—it felt right.

“How long have you been watching me?” I gasped.

“Far too long,” Ray said, his voice thick.

“I do not apologize for it,” Erik mumbled.

I didn’t want either of them to be sorry, because I certainly wasn’t, at least in this moment. “I want you,” I said. “Both of you. Please kiss me.”

“I will when I choose.”

Erik was very dominant, but it was in a way that I enjoyed.

Ray pressed a gentle kiss to the top of my head and breathed in deep, inhaling my scent. I pushed my ass back against him, rocking my body and rubbing against the outline of his erection. He moaned, his grip on me tightening.

“Christy,” Ray groaned. “You’ve no idea how long we’ve waited.”

Erik kissed me first, and not on the mouth. His lips brushed the hollow of my throat, gentle. Easy. My pulse fluttered as he made his way up my neck, kissing along my jaw, until finally his lips pressed against mine. I parted mine for him, his tongue prodding. So tender for someone who looked like he wanted to eat me.

I melted under their touch. It wasn’t the champagne that had made me want them last night, it was them. Plain and simple. I wanted their hands all over me, and I wanted to satiate this thirst that had overtaken me.

I arched up, winding my arms around Erik’s neck. He stiffened in surprise, but then I was kissing him, begging him to go deeper, to not let go.

Ray tugged the sleeves of the dress I wore to the side. His mouth grazed over my shoulders, leaving a trail of sparks. A soft whimper in my ear made me wet, and I wasn’t sure who it was from. Erik, Ray, or me.

Erik suddenly broke our kiss. Before I could protest, he spun me around. My hands landed on Ray’s chest and I leaned up, his mouth fusing to mine.

The skirt of my dress was hiked up and I gasped as claws tugged at the lace panties I wore, tearing them away from my body. Cool air kissed my bare skin. My fingers dug into Ray’s shoulders as Erik gripped my ankle, parting my legs.

“Should I stop?” he asked.

“No,” I panted. “Please don’t stop. I need this.”

Ray growled against my shoulder, a deep possessive sound that made my blood heat. I lifted my dress and tossed it to the kitchen floor, his eyes landing on my breasts.

I’d picked out a matching bra. The scalloped lace laid against my skin, and I knew it looked good. But seeing the pure approval heating his gaze was something I appreciated too.