Page 29 of Little Music of Night

“What I imagined for hours last night while the both of you slumbered on, blissfully unaware of how hard my cocks were. Of the way my mind wandered, dreaming in my own way too.”

His words washed over me. I lifted my head, but Erik gave me a gentle nudge.

“I remember you crave marks,” he said.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“I don’t,” Ray said, but he hadn’t got up.

If anything, I was pretty sure he was content right where he was.

“I don’t care what you crave,” Erik snapped harshly.

I turned my head, realizing Ray and I were almost nose to nose. He winked at me.

This up close, I could see the edge of his mask and how it was fused to his skin, almost symbiotic. His eyes were dark and warm and despite the tension between him and Erik, he was happy. Clearly very happy.

“I have not told you how beautiful you are,” he whispered.

I blushed and then squeaked. Erik swatted both of our asses.

“You may look at each other but what I’m about to do to you . . . well, you might cry. And I am blindfolding you, Christy.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

He brought the silken fabric to me and I lifted my head, allowing him to slide it on. He tied it, tightening it, and dipped me into darkness. All my senses refocused on other sensations.

The feel of my skin against the blankets.

The way my hip brushed up against Ray’s.

The way my heart thundered in my chest.

Erik brought his hand down on my ass cheek and I gasped, expecting it to be harder than it was. But he was warming me up, I realized. He used both his hands to spank each cheek and thebacks of my thighs until my skin buzzed with heat. He didn’t do the same to Ray, though.

“Should you warm him up?” I asked.

Ray chuckled next to me. “I am not human, angel.”

Right. Not that I’d forgotten, but I wasn’t really sure how different his pain tolerance was from mine. “But still . . .”

Erik leaned down, his voice rough against my ear. “Worry about yourself.”

My cheeks blushed as his fingertips grazed over my pussy, teasing me for just a few moments before he sucked in a breath and drew back. I listened to him move behind me, enjoying the darkness the blindfold brought.

What will he do next?

The anticipation was killing me.

Something sharp and long slapped the back of my thighs right under my ass.The cane.The pain was instant and brutal, a sharp snapping sensation that made me scream. I knew it was going to leave a mark, and I wanted it. I wanted to see the line of bruises in the mirror while I showered.

Ray received the next smack with the cane and grunted, his claws digging into the blankets. Erik alternated between the two of us, our cries melding together until my vision blurred with tears.

I loved the pain. It reminded me that I was alive. It reminded me just how potent pleasure was, and how good it felt to have both. My hips bucked as Erik hit the backs of my thighs under my ass again, and this time, I let out a broken sob.

“Kiss it better,” Erik demanded of Ray.

Ray pressed his lips against me and I whimpered. I was in another universe right now. My head spun, my skin sensitive, every touch so much more intense. I was floating in space, drifting out of orbit, but Erik and Ray kept me tethered.