Page 32 of Little Music of Night

“Look at her,” he snarled.

His demand hardened my cock. Razor sharp claws raked down my back, splitting my skin and drawing blood. I groaned as the pain streaked through me andfuck. Fuck, I loved it. He always knew just how to fuck me.

He knew exactly what I needed.

She gasped, leaning forward with concern. But I smiled. I couldn’t help but smile.

“He loves me,” I told her. Her concern faded into lust. “He just doesn’t fuck me like he does.”

“Oh.” Christy’s cheeks were scarlet as the tip of her tongue dragged over her bottom lip.

Erik thrust all the way inside me over and over, all while our little mate watched us. She slowly spread her legs, her hand settling over her pussy. I groaned, my cock raging with need as I watched her fingers slip inside herself.

So wet. She was so fucking wet, and the sounds her pussy made around her fingers was going to make me come.

Sharp fangs sank into my shoulder. My voice was hoarse as I yelled his name, panting as pleasure dragged me down into its depths. Christy circled her clit, her breaths shortening, her nipples hard. She was so close to me, her pussy just a few inches from my face. The scent of her arousal pumped through me and I breathed her in, wanting to drown in her all over again.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“She will be ours,” Erik whispered.

His tongue lashed over the bite mark and he sank his teeth in me again right next to it. I howled as his cocks thrust as deeply as they could. He paused in his movements, holding me there as he drank from me like a vampire. The euphoric rush hit me and I heard Christy’s moan, my head spinning.

“Phantoms sometimes feed,” I rasped, whimpering. Fuck, I loved it when he did this. It was rare and it was overly dominant in a way that made me feel good. Like he wanted to possess my body and soul.

“I want that,” Christy said. “I want to be bitten.”

I shook my head, my eyes squeezing shut as another rough of endorphins hit me. “Can’t.”

“Why?”

Erik growled as he pulled his teeth free, his tongue hot on the wounds as he lapped from them. “Because you aren’t mated to us yet.”

Erik, I snapped in my head.

“She craves it,” he whispered. “Her soul knows where it belongs, Ray, and it’s with us?—”

“No,” I said. His cocks pulled back to the tips and he drove forward, turning my words into a grunt. “We can’t.”

“Do you not want me?” Christy asked.

Her question gutted me.

“Of course he wants you, angel,” Erik said. “He’s just scared of?—”

“Shut up and fuck me, Erik,” I snarled, pushing my ass back.

His grip on me tightened and he started fucking me twice as hard. My gaze lifted to Christy and despite the hurt and worry I could see in her eyes, she still touched herself as she watched us. Her cheeks were red, her whimpers music to my ears.

I slid my hand under my body, wrapping it around my cock and giving myself short strokes as I took Erik. He didn’t hold back and for a moment, I wondered if we would break her bed.

Finally my orgasm hit me. I shivered as it took over, hot cum jerking from my cock and making a mess all over the blankets and myself. Erik buried himself once more and as he leaned down to kiss the side of my neck, he filled me with every drop of cum he had. His hips slowed and he still fucked it into me, his grunts softening until finally we collapsed together.

We need to tell her, Ray.

We couldn’t. We couldn’t tell her. I didn’t want her to feel pressured to join us. I hated that we even had a damn curse to deal with.

We are running out of time.