Like they had edged a thousand omegas before, Ambrose and Kane pulled away suddenly, and I sagged into the ropes with a ragged cry that made my face burn with shame. Then, someone turned me midair, rotating me around so that it was Laszlo’s cock in my face. Smooth, hairless, with an impressive knot and a velvet-soft head, it nudged my lower lip, painting me with a salty bead of desire. I licked it away just to hear him groan. My gaze flicked up to his, this vampire so different from his bonds—softer, kinder, quieter.
Briefly, I imagined telling him what to do, giving him a command or two.
Just to see what would happen.
But then rough hands pinched my ass, smoothing over both cheeks and spreading them, and suddenly, Ambrose pounded into me from behind. I yelped at the surge of pleasure, at the heady sting of pain that came with such a brutal claiming.
Cold fingers bruising my hips, he slammed into me so hard that Laszlo didn’t need to do a damn thing; I just opened my mouth, and the force of Ambrose’s thrusts had me jerking forward hard and fast enough to take his bond between my lips. With an unreadable smile, Laszlo shifted closer, spearing me on his cock so that it never left my mouth while his bond ruined me from behind. His hands coiled around the ropes overhead, and I swung back and forth between them, struggling to breathe, another climax on the horizon, one that would burn the whole world if we let it.
Below, someone—Kane, given the roughness of his fingers—pinched my clit in a way that was wonderful and horrible all at once.
I choked out a curse or six around Laszlo’s cock, every word muffled and incoherent, saliva spilling down my chin, and was met with growls and chuckles and Ambrose slamming harder and harder it was a miracle his knot didn’t just work its way in and give meeverythingI needed.
And then it stopped.
Expert edgers, they rotated me around the group, spinning me on the ropes so that someone had my mouth and another had my pussy. One right after the other, they used me, fucked me, teased me with the promise of coming around a knot for the first time in my life. The odd one out did what he pleased, kissing my sides and toying with my nipples, working my clit or flicking the bottoms of my feet. In time, no matter how foggy my mind was, clouded with pleasure and need and desperation, I got to know them. Ambrose was rough and fast. Laszlo slow and deep.
Kane was a wild card. Expecting consistency from him was useless, but I felt him get harder in my mouth when he pinched my nostrils shut.
He seemed to get off on the panic in my eyes.
And I hated how I enjoyed the control he had over me—giving and taking, dragging me to the brink before letting me gasp and cough and sputter.
It could have lasted minutes. It could have been hours.
I was gone.
Adrift on the sea, these three playing my body like this wasn’t the first time, my orgasm ebbing and flowing like the tide.
“Grand finale?” Kane snarled.
Yes. I swore I heard their voices answer in my head, rough whispers slithering around my skull, tattooing themselves to my memory so I could never, ever forget. The largest vampire of the three retreated from my mouth just as Laszlo eased out of me from behind, my skin a mess of slick and saliva, and frankly, it just didn’t matter. The mess, the desperation, the unquenched need for something I swore never to beg for—it didn’t bother me anymore. None of it.
I wanted whatevertheirfinale entailed, and I wanted it from these three alphas.
“We’ll let fate decide who can knot you, little Hollis,” Ambrose drawled. I groaned and hung my head, because for the last time, it wasHolly—but he didn’t care. In fact, from the way he pinched me, stroked me, playfully ruffled my hair, Ambrose seemed to get a real kick out of riling me up with the name thing. Smirking, he cocked his head to the side and tapped my nose. “Close your eyes.”
He disappeared in a blink, leaving only the golden glow of the yuletide lights wrapped all around me. With a deep breath, the needy omega in my heartbeggingfor that knot, I did as I was told: I surrendered to the dark.
And good thing, too, because suddenly the world outside my lids started spinning, and I squeezed my eyes shut harder, biting back a squeal as I spun and spun and spun, round and round, my hair gusting and the ropes creaking and the lights bouncing—
Until it all stopped.
Until I felt safe enough to open my eyes—and there was Laszlo standing in front of me, his gingerbread-brown eyes so warm, his smile so comforting in the dark. Did this mean…? Wouldhebe knotting me? Relief doused my veins at the thought; he was, after all, so gentle compared to Kane and Ambrose. Maybe I needed that. Maybe it was always meant to be—
“Well, well, well,” Ambrose purred, the velvety croon of his words doing wonderful, terrible things to my entire body. “This is a pleasant surprise.”
I peeked back with a whine: it wasn’t who I was facing but who had access. Ambrose loomed large behind me, my rescuer, my tormentor, my sadist with a goddess-blessed bite. Fangs bared, icy gaze suddenly on fire, he stroked my inner thighs, then cupped my pussy and roughly massaged the swollen lips, smearing my slick as Kane and Laszlo slowly prowled around us. Then,notto my surprise, Ambrose smacked my sex once, twice, three times, the pain like a lit match hovering over an oil spill. Tears welled and blurred the gold, and I faced forward again with a sob, more desperate by the second, the inferno in his eyes catching, scorching across my skin.
“Please.”
He answered with a rough thrust, his knot slamming against me but notinme, his pace a familiar brutality that I suddenly craved more than anything. As the fog of pleasure and pain and orgasms that felt like exploding stars came creeping back in, my last coherent thought was that I didn’twantgentle right now. Laszlo was beautiful and safe, but I neededthis—I needed Ambrose fucking me like the world was ending, thrusting hard but also gripping my hips and yanking me back, these bruises bound to scar.
“Are you ready to be knotted?” he growled. Rough hands crawled up my back as he stilled, his cock thrust deep, our bodiesalmostso perfectly locked. Fingers wove into my hair, but instead of jerking it all back, he gathered my black waves and smoothed them to one side, draping my hair over my shoulder. Ambrose stroked my exposed throat, brushing it with the backs of his knuckles. “Well?” My frantic nod made him chuckle, and he swiped his thumb over the omega scent glands hidden in my neck. “Little omega, I’m honored to be your first.”
My heart soared.
He soundedsoachingly sweet, but then immediately challenged that with a few more rough thrusts of his hips, driving into me, pounding me, fucking me while I hung in the air—until his knot finally plundered me, and I washome.