Page 7 of Little Music of Night

I felt the nudge of one of his monstrous cocks and gasped, my fingers digging into the blankets.

A soft moan floated through the room.

Erik stilled behind me, his hands freezing on my hips. I lifted my head, eyes wide as I looked at Christy.

She stirred, kicking back the blankets.Fuck. She was naked, completely bare. I stared at the dark hair between her thighs and then shook my head, straightening. “It’s wrong to do this here?—”

Erik shoved me back onto the bed hard enough, the frame squeaked. Christy whimpered, her nipples hardening.

“She’s dreaming of us,” Erik whispered.

The head of his cock pressed against me, and I groaned as he thrust forward. Neither of us were human, and our bodies did not require the preparation a human might need for sex. I took his cock with ease, shivering with pleasure as he gave me every hard inch.

And I felt his second cock slide against my balls.

“Fuck,” I rasped. “Erik.”

“Watch her. Breathe her in. Our angel.”

She looked like an angel as she slept. Her dark brown hair sprawled out on her silk pillowcase, the scent of her arousal filling the room like perfume. I drank in her scent, pushing my ass back against Erik’s hips.

Fuck, I was greedy. It was immoral for Erik to have me bent over her bed while she slept, oblivious that she was fated to two phantoms. Our little opera singer had no idea that we’d been watching over her ever since she moved into this apartment.

She had no idea that she’d woken us up from the ashes beneath this building. Drawing us back into this realm, unchaining us, giving us forms that couldholdthings again.

She was oblivious to all of that, just as she was oblivious to how hard Erik’s cocks were for us.

One for me, one for her.

“Christy,” I rasped.

She stirred more and then her eyes flew open. Erik and I froze as she drew in a deep breath. She lifted her head, looking around the room.

She still didn’t see us, but it was as if she knew we were here. Her eyes landed on us, and yet . . . no reaction. Christy let out a long moan, flopping back onto the bed.

“I’m losing it,” she whispered.

Erik flexed his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside me. I gasped, then covered my mouth. Christy shook her head, her scent of arousal growing stronger.

“Part of her knows we stand here,” Erik murmured.

“She doesn’t know,” I gritted out.

He didn’t care. My twisted phantom thrusted deeper, claws dragging down my back as he fucked me without abandon. Claiming me in front of her, even if she could not see us.

Christy’s hands slid over her body, and my eyes widened as she cupped her heavy breasts. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, moaning as her sweet thighs parted.

“Erik,” I gasped.

“Look at her,” he demanded. “Watch our mate. Don’t turn away from her beauty.”

My cock throbbed, pre-cum dripping from the tip making a mess of her blankets. But I didn’t tear my attention away, even as Erik pulled back and pushed both cocks together, both heads spreading my hole. I groaned as Christy’s manicured fingers slid down to her pussy, parting herself, dipping them inside. My mouth watered as her scent hit me. I grunted, wishing that more than anything else, I could taste her.

Erik leaned down and sank his fangs into my shoulder. My voice lifted with Christy’s, a melody of lust and need as he feasted on me, all while his cocks speared me. Pleasure and pain pumped through my veins as her fingers circled her clit, her spine arching.

He drew back, but only for a moment. I could feel his form becoming more monstrous, his face tearing with a large, beastly mouth. His cocks lengthened and thickened as he became unrecognizable. He lifted me, keeping his cocks inside me, my back falling against his chest. I moaned as he lifted me, still thrusting in and out, carrying me around the bed so that we were at her side.

“No,” I moaned. “Erik, we’re too close. What if I come?”