This is happening. It’s so happening.
Donatello’s hand digs into my hair, and I pull him closer. Every inch of his body touches mine, presses to mine, including his hardness. I moan into his lips, the kiss growing deeper, hotter. Fire licks at my skin, and I mold my body to his.
The more I kiss him, the warmer his body gets against mine. Like I’m seeping warmth into his cold skin, and his heart pounds against my chest, his fingertips not so cold as they trace down my neck. His thumb presses to my beating pulse for a moment before he dips his fingertips to my collarbones.
Should I be making out with a vampire? It isn’t one of my wisest decisions. Donatello could kill me easily, and I wouldn’t even have a chance to fight. But then I also killed the Chosen One, and I’ve been running from the cops for the past days. Wise is not my second name.
Lust is, though. Donatello sucks my lower lip into his mouth, fangs raking so deliciously I am forced to moan like a cat in heat. I rope my fingers through his hair, soft silk against my fingertips, and fight with him for control of the kiss. It’s a mess for a moment, and our teeth clink, and I suck on his tongue. He shifts, half-covering my body with his and fucking my mouth.
Donatello shoves his leg between mine, and I squirm until I can reach his thigh with my pussy. Locking him close, I ride his leg, stroking myself against him. Every circle of my hips shoots a new arch of electricity between us, straight to my core. I press my mouth to his, and my breasts ache for his touch. Donatello reads my mind and reaches up between our bodies, his hasty fingers hooking at the straps in the sleeve of my shirt before he palms my breast.
“Fuck,” I hiss against his lips when he opens space for me to breathe. Air burns into my lungs, and I struggle against the sheets to kiss him again. “Don...”
Donatello rakes his teeth along my jaw, stopping at my ear. “You have no fucking idea how hard I get every time you say my name.”
I breathe a pathetic mix of laughter with a needy moan. “Poor you. I say your name a lot.”
He closes his teeth around my earlobe and sucks it into his mouth. “That you do. Can you imagine how many times I had to walk around with my cock hard for you? Dying to put it into your pretty pussy?”
Fuck, I never knew I was into dirty talk, but when it comes from Donatello, it melts my insides. My panties are slick, soaking through as I keep moving against his thigh, riding, riding, my breath hitching as lust coils inside me, the onset of an orgasm growing in the back of my mind.
Donatello’s nimble fingers stroke my breast, willing my nipples to harden. He’s attentive, almost to a torturous point, rubbing, pinching. I arch my back against him, my head dropping back as a moan climbs my throat.
“You’re going to drive me mad,” I purr, hating the clothes that separate us.
“That’s the point.” Donatello licks a stripe down my jaw, then buries his face into my cleavage. He breathes my scent in deeply, and his body shivers against mine. “There are so many things I want to do to you...” The promise is a whisper, but a whisper that sets fire to my panties.
Fucking fuck, I want this man. Right. Now.
Roping my fingers through his hair, I tug him closer, not even trying to be gentle. “Promises are great,” I murmur against his lips, “but I like action way more.”
He chuckles, and his fingers leave my breast to race down my stomach and grip the waistband of my pants. I watch his pupils swirling red, a deep sort of hunger thrumming through him as his lips stretch in a smile.
“How could I leave you waiting?” And he tugs on my pants, lowering them around my hips oh, so slowly. Every stroke of his fingers against my skin is a flare of fire, licking at my limbs, robbing me of all breath. And just when I think it’s too much, a new pair of hands find my skin. One hand around my arm, the other digging into my hair. I gasp when warm breath touches my ear.
“Don’t leave me out of the fun, Cass,” Ren whispers, and his voice has never sounded this rough. This lustful.
I turn my head to find his eyes on me, and I half-expect him to be insulted I was making out with Donatello next to his sleeping form. The heat in Ren’s gaze tells me he feels the exact opposite.
Now to the key question — can I handle fucking two men?
CHAPTER25
CASSANDRA
My sex life isn’t the steamiest out there. I’ve fucked some guys through the years — come on, I’m twenty-five — but nothing out of the ordinary. Even the ones I picked up in bars or casinos were pretty tame when it came to it. I’d suck their cocks, they would finger somewhere to the left of my clit, we'd do it missionary style, then part ways. I did anal a couple of times, none of them precious to me. A couple of doggy styles, but the guy who I did it with was so bad the entire ordeal just hurt.
My imagination, on the other hand, is quite vivid. I pictured myself with more than one man, and I touched myself, imagining one of them sucking me as I sucked the other. In my head, I’m a champ at deep throating and the queen of double penetration.
Real-life makes me question all my dirty fantasies. Can I really do it?
Shivers race down my spine as Ren traces it with the tips of his fingers. Donatello’s lips trace past my jaw to my neck, and I arch myself to him, letting him explore, nibble on my pulse, even when I know he could bite me and suck me dry. The danger makes it hotter, sending shocks down my body to my very core.
Ren kisses my ear, fitting his body against mine. His hardness presses flush against my ass, and every circle of my hips strokes my pussy against Donatello’s thigh and teases Ren’s cock with my butt cheeks. We’re a mess of moans and pleasure, my mind going hazy with the onset of an orgasm about to blow.
I turn my head to Ren and meet his lips halfway. They’re soft to touch, and his tongue teases mine before we dive in. His kiss is different from Donatello’s or Apollo’s, more explorative like he’s trying to learn every nook and cranny of my mouth. I grow breathless with it, having to break the kiss here and there to catch my breath.
It doesn’t help that Donatello’s rolling my nipple between his fingers so gently it’s torture. My body is aflame, burning against them, every cell electrified. Ren explores my mouth as Donatello brings his kisses back up to my ear, my cheek, and I turn my head back to him, both men pecking the corners of my mouth until I’m a gasping, moaning mess, wetness slick between my legs, my clit throbbing.