And as if he had read my mind, Donatello reaches between them and shoves both of their pants down. His hard cock meets Ren’s hard cock, and he presses their bodies together, creating perfect friction. Ren gasps, and it’s the sound of his pleasure that makes me clamp my thighs together.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out. Don humps Ren, keeping their cocks together with the power of his hips. My clit throbs, throbs. “Holy shit.”
“Are you aroused again, baby girl?” Apollo breathes against my hair. It’s only now I notice his hardness pressed to my ass. His fingers twitch around my hips, gripping possessively.
“Apollo,” I beg, my throat burning. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me. I think I’m going to die.”
He releases this rough laugh that’s almost a roar. Apollo shoves my pants down, the stones clinking in my back pocket, and I wiggle after his cock, my pussy weeping with need.
“We don’t have condoms,” he says, lifting me off his lap and spearing his thick cock between my thighs. I watch it popping up, head touching my clit, and the shock of his presence almost undoes me.
“So fucking what?” I practically weep. “I have an IUD! Fuck me already! Please!”
He roars, deep in his chest, the sound rumbling against me. “We’ve already talked about this.”
We did, but I’m too lust-crazed to care about it now. Apollo grips my hips and moves me up and down his cock, like I’m no more than a toy. And I love it. His cock slides against my clit, covered in my juices, and every second of friction makes me shiver with delight.
My head drops back against his shoulder and Apollo turns to feast on my lips. I say feast because that’s what it feels like. Like he’s starved, and my lips offer delicious sustenance. He adores me, licking my lips and eating off them. All the while he moves me up and down his cock, giving me all the pleasure I desire.
Craning my neck, I meet Tristan’s wide eyes, glittering with lust. I motion with my hand to my left. “Let me suck you, Tristan.”
He shoots to his feet, leaving Oreo on the chair. The dog looks at us as if we’re all out of our minds, then circles the cushion, softening it up, and lies down. Tristan stands next to me and, even with my heavy limbs, I make quick work shoving his sweatpants out of the way. His cock springs free, hard, and ready for me. I stick my tongue out and lap at it.
Honestly, it’s not a good job. With Apollo moving me up and down, and the heaviness in my body, poor Tristan got the short end of this. I swear I’m making up for him as soon as possible.
Tristan doesn’t seem to mind, his body growing taut. He grunts in pleasure, and his skin grows hard on my tongue. It’s the strangest and hottest thing.
Donatello keeps going at it, rubbing his cock against Ren’s and eliciting soft moans from the shifter. I keep my eyes glued to the scene. Shit, I can’t miss a second of it. Who would guess man-on-man could be this hot? And it gets even better when Ren keeps opening his eyes, dark hair flaring under him, and he stares at me with those flames in his pupils. As if he isn’t sure if he enjoyed being jerked off or watching me the most.
My entire body grows hot, so freaking hot. I tremble, quiver, and Apollo keeps pumping me up and down. I look down, watching his cock appear from between my thighs, the friction so amazing I could explode.
And explode I do. With a shudder, I come apart, locking my lips around Tristan’s cock and sucking hard. He gasps, his cock growing rock-hard, and he spills into my mouth. Tristan’s come tastes bitter, and it’s almost too much. I struggle to drink from him as Apollo moves me up and down. The gargoyle’s member escapes my lips and his load spills down my chin. Apollo roars, fingertips digging into my flesh, and, with a grunt, he spills onto my thighs. He shudders against my body, bringing his lips to my neck. For a moment, I think he’s going to bite me too, but he keeps to chaste kisses, even if they’re harsh against my flesh.
Finally, I turn back to Donatello and Ren. Some time amid my orgasm, Ren came, his shirt sticky with the proof. His eyes are closed as he rides the pleasure, the vampire still moving against him.
Donatello seems to sense my stare. He pops his lips from Ren’s neck and meets my gaze. They burn with pure red, pin me to place, and then he comes. Even as his body grows taut, locks in place, his come spilling onto Ren’s stomach, he keeps his eyes locked on me, his lips stained in red.
I shiver, and an aftershock races through me. It’s like a small orgasm, zapping straight to my clit. Apollo’s fingers tighten around me. I swallow hard, and Donatello releases my gaze.
The door bursts open. Apollo jerks in surprise then reaches out to cover me. Tristan shoves his pants up, almost tripping on them. Oreo sits up, watching Giulia race into the room, holding a vial in her right hand.
Donatello doesn’t move from his spot as she comes closer. She doesn’t seem fazed by what’s happening here. Well, she probably doesn’t even know.
“Sorry to interrupt your love-making,” she says with a grin, then offers the vial to no one in particular. “The potion is ready.”
So she did know. My cheeks burn, but Giulia doesn’t seem to care, and Donatello seems to expect that. He sits back and reaches out for the vial in her hand, uncaring for his softening cock on show. Not that she can see it.
The vampire turns the vial bottoms up, swallowing the contents in a single gulp. He shudders to the taste, then wipes a hand across his mouth. We just stare.
“Thanks, Giulia,” he says. “You saved my life.” And he hops off the bed. It’s not as swift a move as he would make it, but in instants I see the color going back to his face. He meets my eyes. “And thanks to you and Ren.”
Maybe because my mind’s working slower, but it takes me a moment to absorb what’s happening. I wiggle on Apollo’s lap until I manage to put my pants back on, then I shoot to my feet and race to Donatello. My feet stumble on the carpet, and I almost don’t make it, but Donatello reaches out and captures me mid-fall. It almost feels like the first time we met.
Slinging my arms around his neck, I press my body to his and close my eyes. The steady beat of his heart against my chest assures me he’s going to be fine. He’s going to live. He is. Isn’t he?
“Is he going to live, Giulia?” I ask without stepping away.
“He is! This is one of the few he lives.” And she chuckles. “I mean, I’m guessing you’re all alive. This is a very, very rare one. I almost don’t remember when I last saw it.”