Page 73 of Immortal Burden

I felt as though I was being propelled forward by some invisible force, as though I were caught in some hypnotic trance, aware of nothing, caring for nothing but alleviating the hunger burning like liquid fire through my veins.

The need to lose myself in both of them, to pleasure, worship, and love with them, was as inexplicable as it was overwhelming.

Ryker fondled my hair as I passed him by on my way to Lucian. I heard the clink of his belt buckle, his zipper being drawn down, then his clothing hitting the floor.

His padded footsteps sounded behind me.

Lucian sat at the foot of the bed, his thighs open, his hands outstretched to me.

I walked forward between his legs like a clueless lamb offering itself to the big, bad wolf.

Wait. Wolf?

Something nagged at the corner of my mind.

Something was wrong.

Missing.

I strained, but I couldn’t ascertain any further details.

Lucian’s fingers softly brushing my collarbone had all other thoughts leaving me.

He eased the remaining flimsy strap off my shoulder and the scrap of silk slid down my body, pooling at my feet, baring my naked body.

As I stepped out of it and kicked it aside, he grasped my hip to steady me.

When I looked back at him, his vibrant red eyes, were aglow with desire as they explored every inch of my exposed body.

Startling me, with just his one hand on my hip, he lifted me with his vampiric strength, spinning us around, then depositing me on my back on the bed. He straddled me, his mammoth body completely dwarfing mine.

And then he swept down and took my mouth.

Unlike Ryker, he didn’t go easy and gentle. He kissed hard, hungrily, almost violently, letting me know without a doubt, that he was there to utterly and determinedly stake his claim.

I sank into it, savoring the taste of him, succumbing to the insistent dominance.

He pulled back and grabbed my wrists, easing them up above my head and pressing them into the mattress with a single large hand wrapped around both.

The bed dipped and I looked to see Ryker climbing on, stripped naked, regarding us with hooded eyes.

His dick was standing tall and straining with need, the studs in the head glinting in the candlelight.

Lucian reached out to him and trailed his hand sensually down his chest, stopping just shy of his dick. Ryker shuddered and sucked in a breath.

Lucian smiled devilishly and drew his hand away. He gestured with his eyes to the bed and said to him, “If you will.”

Ryker gave a nod, then climbed on, settling himself at my side.

His hand replaced Lucian’s confining my wrists above my head, as Lucian pulled away, crawling down my body.

The next thing I knew, Ryker’s mouth was on my right breast, sucking the soft flesh into his mouth, as his tongue laved my nipple. He had me moaning out at his tender attentions, my back arching, offering my breasts to him.

I’d barely had time to acclimate to the sweet pleasure, when I felt Lucian’s fingers tracing my labia. The sudden touch in the most intimate and sensitive of places, jolted me. He spread my lips apart, opening me up for his viewing pleasure.

I attempted to sit up, curious to see why he’d suddenly stilled, and what he had planned, but Ryker’s hand confining my wrists held me down.

The sheer vulnerability of my position hit me. But, rather than the unfamiliar loss of control scaring me, it excited me to the point where my body reacted, the evidence of my arousal dampening my thighs.

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