“I’m guessing vampire bites induce lust?” Ren says, close to me. He’s probably the one holding the towel. I can’t even open my eyes to check. My head swims with pleasure, and I can only rub myself against Donatello, hoping that will get me off.
And every circle of my hips takes me closer to an orgasm. Oh, hell yes, this will get me off. My clit throbs, begging for more, and the slight friction of my leggings and panties against it is too much. Sitting on Don’s leg, I rub hard, up and down, my moans reaching a crescendo.
“Shit, this is so hot,” Apollo says, in the back of my mind, his voice rough with desire.
I reach out and grip Donatello’s blond hair in my fingers, keeping him close. Gods, if he dares to stop right now. Weakness reaches out to my limbs, making them heavy. My legs grow limp, but I still move, fast, faster. My head spins, my breathing growing out of control.
“Oh, gods, oh, gods.” The words come out of my mouth in a high-pitched moan, and then they become nonsense. I mumble in delight, my head blanking. The pressure against my clit is perfection, and I’m almost there, I’m almost there.
Donatello takes another mouthful of my blood and I explode. Pleasure shoots straight through me, burning in my pussy, creating a wildfire. I scream, gripping his hair, shoving my neck against his face. My hips move on their own, seeking more. I come again, lights popping in the back of my lids.
Then my body grows too heavy. I want to keep going. I want more. This pleasure is addictive, bright, almost too much. But I can’t move. My head drops back, and my breath comes out shallow from between my lips.
“Stop,” Apollo roars, hands on my arms. “She’s passing out.”
Donatello immediately lets go. There’s a deep, primal grunt in his chest, but he lets me go and Apollo takes me in his arms. The warmth of his body to mine is undeniable. I could identify it in the dark. He cradles me to his chest and scoots further away. I watch to reach out to Donatello, beg for more, but I’m too weak.
“Was it enough?” says Tristan, his voice distant, as if reaching me across a dense fog.
“No,” Ren replies. “He’s still bleeding. A lot.”
My heart skips a beat. So was it for nothing? I force my eyelids open, meeting Apollo’s worried gaze. I might be slow, my body heavy, but I still know I might lose Donatello.
Turning my head, I meet his eyes. He tilts his lips into a lopsided smile, the corners red with my blood. His cheeks aren’t all that pale any longer, but he doesn’t look good. It’s like he wants to tell me he has some time now.
But how long?
CHAPTER23
CASSANDRA
Apollo picks me up and gets to his feet. I raise my head, blinking fast until I get some semblance of control back. He sits down on an easy chair near the bed and brings me to his lap. I force myself to sit up.
“Rest,” he breathes against my hair.
“What do we do?” I ask in a grumbled voice, as if I slept too long. “How do we keep you alive until Giulia brings the potion?”
Donatello adjusts his hard cock in his pants, and the sight almost makes me lose my shit again. “It’s alright,” he says in that raspy voice. “I can take some minutes.”
“Minutes,” scoffs Ren. He’s sitting next to Donatello, holding a towel to his back. “I’m no witch, but something tells me it takes more thansome minutesto brew a potion.”
Donatello shoots him a glance. “Are you offering, Pup?”
Ren frowns, shooting a look at me. “If it’s to keep you alive, then of course.”
Donatello looks at me, too. I don’t get why they’re asking me for permission. “Fucking do it already!” I say, but I did not expect what comes next.
Donatello moves fast. He shoves a hand through Ren’s long hair, gripping it near the nape of his neck, then shoves him down in the bed, straddling the wolf shifter. Ren makes a surprised sound that makes Oreo approach. Tristan strides to the dog, picking him up and walking off to another chair.
I watch with wide eyes as Donatello pushes Ren’s hair away from his neck and then bites down. He isn’t half as gentle with Ren as he was with me. The shifter winces, clenching his teeth, then something else crosses his face. His lips drop half-open and his eyelids flutter shut.
Hell yeah, I know what that feels like.
I don’t know how Ren has the presence of mind to keep holding the towel against Donatello’s wound, because I was halfway to Sexland by then. Donatello takes two mouthfuls of his blood, and then Ren bucks into the hair. I watch his arms pop with goosebumps.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” I murmur.
Ren nods. “Fuck,” he murmurs back, opening his eyes to meet mine. And shit, I didn’t know things could get any hotter. My head is fuzzy with the lack of blood and my body is heavy from all the amazing orgasms, but my pussy is here for these two making out.