Page 23 of Little Music of Night

I took Erik’s cock deeper into my mouth and stroked the second one right below it, whimpering as he bumped the back of my throat. Ray growled, his hips driving faster until the three of us made a symphony of sound together. I got lost in the feel of it all, the primal need deep inside me being satiated for the first time in ages.

Too long. It’d been far too long since I’d been with someone, and even then, sex had never made me feel like this.

I loved the way their growls sounded. Deep and rumbling in their chests, echoing through the room, baritone and possessive. Tears blurred my vision as he kept throat-fucking me, claws tangling with my hair.

“Fuck, look at her,” Erik grunted. “Look at that perfect mouth getting so dirty on a monster’s cock.”

Spit dripped down my chin as I stared up at him, tears rolling down my cheeks. I could have tapped his thigh if I needed either of them to stop, but I didn’t want that. At all.

Their thrusts were brutal. But the way his hand slid beneath my chin was so incredibly gentle. The way he looked at me, a monster so cruel, a creature who craved darkness—it made me feel like I was the center of the universe.

Ray shuddered behind me and Erik suddenly pulled back. I reached for him, but I was yanked back, arms wrapping around my waist and lifting me. I squealed as Ray laid back on the blankets and suddenly—I was on top of him.

“Flip her over,” Erik demanded.

I was lifted and adjusted like a sex doll. My hands planted on Ray’s chest as his cock slid back inside me.Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I heard the sound of a bottle of lube. How Erik knew where I kept that wasn’t really a mystery.Both of themhad probably watched me masturbate countless times. They probably knew where my fucking sex toys and supplies were kept.

Still, it was a little unnerving to hear the lube bottle open. Ray knotted his fingers in my hair, keeping my head forward and eyes on him.

The two of them were so in sync. I was convinced they were communicating another way, but I’d ask about that later. Because Ray shook his head slightly as if he were answering someone, but I hadn’t spoken and neither had Erik.

“Erik,” Ray grunted, scowling.

Erik ignored his protest as he joined us on the bed. I tried to look back again but Ray didn’t let me go.

“Release me,” I grumbled.

“No,” he said simply.

I dragged my nails over his chest, but he only smiled at me.

“Careful,” Erik whispered in my ear.

I jumped, not realizing how close he was.

“If you draw his blood it’ll only make me want to feed off you, and it’s far too soon for that.”

“Feed off me?” I rasped.

I felt the prick of his teeth on my shoulder, a light nibble. “Yes. Phantoms like blood, like vampires.”

Ray bared his fangs at Erik. “What he is not saying is that to bite you could trigger a mating bond which would not be okay to do without your consent.”

A mating bond. My head spun as Erik’s hands glided down my back to my hips. He cupped my ass cheeks, humming to himself,ignoring us.

“Is he always like this?” I asked.

“Yes,” Ray muttered. “Yes, he is.”

“Like what?” Erik asked as he shoved me down onto Ray. I gasped as my breasts pressed against his chest. “Commanding? Demanding? Dominant? As if both of you don’t crave my madness.”

“You do not know me,” I bit out as he dropped lube onto my ass.

“I know you better than you can imagine.”

I started to curse at him, but then his fingertips pressed against my ass and I gasped. Ray’s arms circled around me, holding me in place, his cock still buried to the hilt while Erik teased me.