While Ace’s blood coated my tongue, I went over many similarities in my mind, but Ace was so unique. His blood was refreshing, but also comforting in a way. I chuckled as it hit me after a long gulp.
My mate tasted like a living apple cider.
Tyson’s finger hooked deep inside me, and he ran it along my bumpy ridges, searching for that oh-so-right spot. He hit it, and I pulled away from Ace, panting hard. “Fuck,” I moaned.
But Tyson was relentless. His tongue swirled around my clit, faster and harder until I didn’t know if I was in pain with bits of pleasure or if I was drowning in pleasure with tidbits of pain. I thrashed against Ace’s grip before my entire body came undone. My body tensed, and my back arched like a bow as the orgasm hit me.
Tyson continued to devour me throughout it. I was stuck panting, watching as Ace’s amazing blood dripped down the open wound I’d left on him. I wiggled closer, licking at the fresh drops while the orgasm continued to wrench its way through me, and Tyson was forced to move as I twisted slightly, his grip on my thigh keeping his face between my thighs.
I was right.
The delicious spice of blood and the orgasm were pure heaven. But I wanted more than this. “Bed,” I ordered, touching my elongated fangs to my bottom lip.
Tyson kissed my thigh and grinned. “As you wish, Princess.”
Ace rolled his eyes. He didn’t waste time. He picked me up, our slippery bodies pressed against each other in the small space, and he cradled me against his body. “Hold on to my neck,” he ordered.
I wasted no time and threaded my arms around him. It put my nose directly against his blood again, and I buried my face against it, sucking more of his holiday-themed blood into my mouth.
I was glad the hunger wasn’t something I had to deal with anymore or worry about freaking them out. I had an all-you-can-eat mate buffet at my fingertips.
Ace held me close to his chest while Tyson scrambled away. “I’m going to go get our dessert,” he called before running out the room, his naked ass moving away.
“Dessert?” I questioned, coming up from my feast to study Ace.
The man chuckled at me. “Don’t worry about it. Just some things I mentioned wanting to do, and that Tyson said he wanted to try. It might be fun for you, too.” He dropped me on the bed, and I bounced for half a second before catching myself.
Ace didn’t give me a chance to rest. He followed me onto the bed, shoving my legs around his neck as he picked me up. My eyes widened, and I squealed as he lifted me, moving me to the center of the bed. I only had a moment to squeal before he licked away at my previous orgasm with big broad strokes of his devil tongue.
I grabbed the pillow, my mouth wide open as he brought me to the brink with his roughness. “Fuck, Ace,” I moaned,
He didn’t hesitate in the slightest. He kept my body pinned under his grip squeezing my thighs. His tongue twisted and circled my pussy like he was a child, licking away at the last bits of a pudding cup.
I thrashed in his grasp, unable to do anything but moan at his mercy. He brought me almost to the point of coming again when Tyson ran back in.
“I brought a couple. We’ve got chocolate and strawberry, and I grabbed some whipped cream, too.”
I glanced over at him from the corner of my eye. He held a couple of syrup bottles in his hand and my container of whipped cream for my own desserts.
“Hey! That’s for my pies!” I growled at him.
Tyson smirked at me. “Yeah, I know, the nice big cream pie,” he answered back.
I bit back a groan. Great, just fucking great. I didn’t like Ace rubbing off on his brother like that. It was bad enough I had to deal with one sex-crazed idiot.
I didn’t worry about the sex-crazed part too much, but the stupid jokes would have to be stopped, and soon. I couldn’t put up with double those.
“Nice,” Ace encouraged, pulling away from his meal long enough to chuckle. “Here, slap some on there right now. I want to see which one’s sweeter.”
Tyson trotted over, peeling back the lid for the whipped cream and grabbing a handful of it out. Fucker, now I’d have to get a new one.
But my thoughts weren’t with me long as he slathered it between my legs, pushing some of the mushy cream into me.
But Tyson wasn’t satisfied with that. Oh no. He grabbed another huge dollop and graced both of my breasts with the stuff. My skin was so hot from the shower that had it melting quickly, so I was treated to the horror of watching the white mixture slowly slide down making me ridiculously sticky and ruining my brand new sheets after they destroyed the last ones with their sordid shenanigans.
“I’ve got it!” Tyson called with a laugh, getting on the bed and kneeling by my head before dipping his head to lick the slippery cream, his tongue chasing the substance back to my nipple, and he sucked it sharply into his mouth.
Turning my head to the side, I dragged my tongue over his shaft, forcing him to moan and let his current treat go.