Blood wasn’t a staple in my diet.
But I’d tasted it from my mates before.
And it hadn’t been horrible.
Actually, it’d been rather erotic.
Swallowing, I moved the final few centimeters to Kols’s pulsing erection and tentatively licked the tip.
He cursed in response, his body strung tight from what probably felt like the ultimate tease. “Aflora,” he murmured, his fingers brushing my jaw.
Zeph caught his wrist and placed his hand by his side once more. “No touching.”
“I fucking hate you.” It came out on a growl, Kols’s desire a hot sensation against my mouth.
“You’ll love me again in a second,” Zeph promised.
Rather than torment my mate more, I closed my mouth around his head and started a path downward. His hiss encouraged me to go deeper, the food painting his skin an intriguing flavor that had me groaning in response.
Because it was good.
No, it was delicious.
I took as much of him as my throat would allow, then released him to lower my mouth to the base and finish licking him clean.
Zeph added more paste in the next second, having retrieved the plate once more. I indulged in another taste, and then another, treating Kols like some sort of decadent treat.
His hands were fisted at his sides again, his arousal hard and throbbing in my mouth. Zeph switched focus to Kols’s mouth, kissing him deeply while I licked him to completion.
It was erotic.
Hot.
Perfection.
Zeph reached for me, his fingers threading through my hair as he helped guide my pace, his opposite palm against Kols’s throat. “Don’t come yet, Kolstov.”
My Elite Blood mate growled in response, causing Zeph to chuckle darkly. “Sadist,” Kols accused.
“Mmm, but you already knew that,” Zeph replied, kissing him again.
His control was resolute, his grip unyielding as he continued to dictate my movements as well as Kols’s pending orgasm.
The display had my thighs straining, my insides burning with an intensity that reminded me of the source.
Heat spilled through my veins, lighting me on fire from within, and I realized I was feeling Kols’s growing pleasure. He couldn’t contain it, the arousal spilling into his bonds as he pushed his need to me and Zeph.
“Cheater,” Zeph stated on a low groan.
“Let me come and I’ll share that, too.” Kols’s tone held a promise and threat in it, his voice deep with yearning.
Zeph hummed in a considering manner, his grip forcing me to take Kols even deeper. His gaze slowly lowered to mine as he remained beside Kols from above. “Are you ready to swallow, pixie flower?”
Yes.
“Out loud,” he encouraged, not allowing me to move upward. “Say it around his cock.”
“Yes,” I managed, the sound slurred and obstructed by Kols’s pulsing heat in my mouth.