A slight sheen built on the tip of Styx’s fang, and I stared, trying to figure out what I was seeing.
“Serum,” he said, as if reading my mind. “Once that’s in your flesh, you’re mine.”
“And mine,” Blade added, running his tongue over his teeth again.
“Arousal, desire, need. All of it will swirl together in the most incredible pleasure you’ve ever imagined. And that’s just the first orgasm. From then on, you’ll be needy, achy, begging for us.”
I was wet, and when Styx took a deep breath, his pale green eyes went dark. He picked up the scent of my arousal and groaned. If they looked down, they’d see it coating my pussy.
“I could live between your thighs
. My mouth on you for hours,” he continued.
I wiggled my hips at the thought. They were both quite good at oral and had done it as foreplay every time they’d fucked me. And they weren’t quick about it either, lingering on me until I came for them several times. Only then would they fuck me, saying they needed me nice and soft and swollen, nice and wet for their big cocks. The tally of orgasms was skewed in my favor. It wasn’t even close.
“You want my mouth on you?” Blade asked, opening his pants and pulling out his cock. “You want this?”
I stared at him, his hand gripping the base firmly, the thick vein pulsing up the whole length. The tip was flared, a ruddy red and fluid seeped from the narrow slit. My mouth watered to get a taste of him.
I could only nod.
“Where do you want it, mate?” Blade’s gaze wandered over me, and he was grinning again.
I opened my mouth to respond, but words? What the hell was a word? I had none. Images flooded my mind. Images and memory and sensation. Hands. Mouths. My hot, wet pussy feeling stretched and pulsing with release. The smell of their skin. Heat of their hands. Being caught in the center of the maelstrom that was them. “Everywhere.” Hands. Mouths. Cocks. I was going to jump them if they didn’t move soon. “Now.”
Styx’s eyes darkened with pleasure at my eagerness, his focus absolute. “Turn around. Slowly.” As if he could read my mind, Styx continued, “Not everywhere. Pussy and ass while we bite you.”
“Okay,” I completed my turn. They hadn’t moved closer, but as least Styx was taking off his clothes. When he was fully naked, it was my turn to be frozen in place. He was so gorgeous. Tall and broad, muscled and hard. The tattoos were a visible reminder of his role, of his honor. My name on him only made me wetter knowing I belonged to him. And the piercings…I shouldn’t even think about the piercings or I’d come.
My hands on my hips, I decided, could be put to much better use. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and slid them over my skin in a sensual glide, touching myself the way I wanted them to touch me. I moved one hand to my breast and pinched the nipple until it pebbled into a hard peak. The other I slid lower, dipping between the wet folds of my pussy.
Eyes open just enough to watch their reactions, I knew I had them when I saw Blade raise a trembling hand to his hair, his gaze darting to Styx in question? For permission? Styx’s chest was heaving.
“Fuck your pussy with your finger, mate. Slide it in deep.”
I did as he commanded, made sure to moan softly as I rubbed over my clit.
In the blink of an eye, Styx had his hands around my waist and tossed me onto the bed in a half circle so I came up facing him. When I pulled myself up onto my knees, I realized he liked to do that, to put me right where he wanted me. I loved that he didn’t treat me like spun glass. I wasn’t fragile, and these two better not hold back any longer. I wanted rough. Wild. Crazy. Dirty. I wanted their cocks, their fangs. Everything.
Blade was still stripping as Styx put one knee on the bed and pulled me to him, kissing me. His lips were firm, skilled, but I didn’t engage.
I pulled back, curious. I lifted my fingers to his mouth, traced the fang there with my fingertip. “Will it hurt?” I asked. I didn’t care, either way, but I wanted to know. I didn’t mind a bite of pain mixed with my pleasure, but I didn’t want to be surprised. I was breathing hard even though we hadn’t done much of anything yet.
Styx smiled, showed me the fangs were gone. “I have been told the pleasure overrides the pain.”
“You haven’t bitten anyone before, right?” I couldn’t resist putting my hands on him, sliding my palms over his hard muscles, the names on his skin, the piercings. “Have you been bitten?” A hot burn of jealousy made me want to make claws with my fingers and rip any Rogue 5 female’s eyes out for even looking at my mates. The thought of something so intimate as being between them and their fangs imbedded in another woman’s flesh made me irrational. The crazy feeling was swift to overwhelm me, yet I couldn’t help it. We’d been through so much, and I was beyond ready to really belong to them. Permanently and in a way that proudly proved that fact to anyone who saw the scars I would bear the rest of my life.
They both shook their heads, eyed my neck. “A mating bite is forever, mate. Sacred. We only ever give our bite to one female.”
“So you’re biting virgins?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and fighting back a laugh at my own bad joke. But the humor helped. I was about to be double-fucked and bitten and injected by some kind of animalistic mating serum by two huge, warrior aliens.
Blade made a strange chuffing sound, and I looked to him. He grinned, and I saw the sharp teeth. “We’ve been waiting for you to come to us from half a universe away. Think about that. How almost impossible that is. We’re yours, mate. You will be our first—and last.” He took a step closer. “As for virgins, did you like it when I fucked your ass with my big cock?” He grabbed said cock at the base and stroked it. Yeah, they were very skilled.
I clenched down, remembering the thick feel of him, the way he’d been patient yet persistent as he’d taken me there. Deep, lighting me up so I’d come so intensely I’d almost blacked out.
“Yes,” I murmured, reaching for him. When Blade stepped close enough, I ran my fingertips over the crown of his cock, felt the smear of wetness.
“For the last time, Harper. Do you accept us as your mates knowing that we will claim you completely, that you’ll bear our marks upon your skin for all to see? For all to know who you belong to. Who protects you?” He leaned into my touch, and I wrapped my hand around him the best I could, pumping his hard length with my fist. He moaned, but he kept talking. “If anyone hurts you, Harper. I will kill him. I will fucking kill him.”