Both of them lift me slowly. Smooth skin slides over my sex. The feel of Seven’s hardness fully against me has me shivering in his arms.
My lashes flutter, and when I turn my head, Seven’s chest melds to my back, his arms wrapping all the way around my torso. He holds me and watches me with golden eyes that shine in the moonlight. A hint of red circles the amber, but it isn’t like before. He isn’t hungry... not for blood anyway.
He’s gentle, patient, so damn patient with me. His lips brush lightly against mine in the most tender kiss I’ve ever felt in my life. I shiver at the hint of his calming affection.
“Take your time, Cryms.” He parts my lips with a sweep of his tongue, and I lower myself down as I get lost in his kiss.
I taste his rumbling groan as my slickness slides down his shaft. He stretches me slowly. The ache deep inside builds all over again. He feels so fucking good.
Sharp teeth scrape my skin, and through fluttering lashes, I meet Christian’s primal stare. A sharpness breaks my skin with shuddering energy coiling all through my body all over again. A withering gasp trembles through me, and still I hold the glinting silver eyes that study me from the shadows. He watches every rocking move of my hips, every bowing arch of my back, every single quivering moan from my lips.
And I’ve never felt so wet and pent-up in my entire life.
The air is sparking with energy. As Rorricktakesfrom me, Sevengives. His hands on my body dip down to feel how wet I am for him, his fingers circling slow and firm against my clit while he works my pussy with every slow thrust of his cock.
Rorrick’s big hand clasps around my throat, angling me just right as hot blood streams over my breasts. A cold palm slides over my collar bone and beneath my dress, wiping up the mess and teasing my nipples before Seven’s bloody fingers lift to wipe over his lips, his hooded eyes watching me watch Christian.
A fullness presses within me. I’m stretched and then stretched even more. My gasping moan turns jagged, and my lashes flutter to keep open as Seven fills me up impossibly more.
His forgotten confession in the bedroom slams through my mind. And then I realize he’s growing inside of me. I can’t catch my breath as his thickness sinks into me tortuously slow. He gives me every inch and even more until there’s no more for him to take.
“You take me like such a good girl,” he praises on a cutting groan against my neck.
Rorrick growls, rumbling his pleasure across my throat before sucking even harder, spiraling clashing colors and vibrant energy all through my core.
Their groans growl through the night. My jagged breaths turn to shaking screams. Rorrick controls my hips, thrusting me down on his friend harder and harder until my head throws back, and I can barely see the predator in the shadows.
But I feel him. I feel his hypnotic voice crawl across my skin as my orgasm wrecks through every inch of my body.
“You’re ours now, Pretty Pet. And I’m never letting anyone else have a single drop of you ever again.”
Chapter 21
Christian
I watch her in the darkness long after I’ve walked away. I lurk in the shadows like the monster my father created. I used to lash out at everyone around me just for an ounce of his brutal attention. I wanted his praise so bad, it physically hurt my chest where any semblance of a soul should be. I don’t want shit from him now. I didn’t think I wanted anything from anyone anymore.
Until...
Rorrick straightens her dress for her while Seven sensually licks closed the puncture wounds that are scattered across every curve of her body. Blood stains her gown in flicking droplets that every vampire here tonight will immediately notice.
He kneels between her thighs now. The delicate way she holds onto Rorrick’s arm for support curls a twisting pain through my stomach.
She’s strong for a human. But weak for a vampire’s Promise.
My father will ruin her. He’ll drain the fight from her pretty green eyes little by little. And in the end, she’ll be no more than a walking corpse—one I’ll have to look at for decades and know that I did this to her.
“Where is she?! Where is my Promise! Did you take her, Thorn?” His voice is far off in the distance, but I hear him. The slurring agitation in my father’s tone is like a child preparing to throw himself down on the floor and make everyone pay in the most annoying way possible.
I tilt my head, and a crack eases the tension from my neck. I take my time doing the other side.
And then I run. An owl overhead calls out from the burst of speed as I fly by in a shadowy blur. Branches jar into my chest and break away against the sheer motion of my body. I can’t even feel my legs. Sometimes, I can’t feel anything at all.
But I can feel the growing tension between my father and the Thorn King. I burst into pieces, flying out on hundreds of wings and beady eyes that sense the night more than they see it. The cries of the bats that carry me home are a calming sound.
More calming than the man I meet when my feet touch casually back down on the ground. I straighten the black lapels of my suit jacket and finally address him.
“Her dress tore, Father. She’ll be back to the party soon.” I take the golden goblet from his big hand, but he tears it away from me and downs it in one gulp, leaving red lines running down the fatty tissue of his thick neck. “I see the fae brought refreshments.” I inhale deeply, and a sugary scent fills my lungs.