Page 54 of Bloodline Unbound

You heard the lady.

Breathless with want, I crossed her wrists and held her in place with one hand. I didn’t want to be sloppy with her, but my fingers were shaking as I laid them on her skin. I traced down her arm and over the curve of her chest, scooping back to cradle her tit. I scooted around the side, holding her wrists tight, and leaned down. She arched up against my mouth, her nipple sliding past my lips. The first stroke of my tongue had her pressing up higher against me. She was a fucking feast.

It was a bit of a power trip, feeling her squirm as I lapped at her skin, pressing down more firmly as she struggled against my grip.

Let go. Flip incoming.

I sat back just in time for Caden to grab her hips and roll her over. He kept her pinned with a knee on her ass.

Pass me her leggings.

I grabbed them off the ground and passed them over. He pulled her arms behind her back and bound them up neatly in the fabric. I hadn’t played with restraints often and had zero of the finesse Caden did. Logan writhed against the ground, her steady chant of please, please, please making my blood pound in my ears.

He dragged her back so her ass was in the air and her face was against the moss, turned to look at me. Her eyes were full on glowing now, no hint of their original color. It would have scared the shit out of me if I didn’t want her so badly. Caden unzipped his jeans and I turned back to focus on Logan, setting an assuring hand on her cheek. I could tell the second he was inside her by the choked-off sound she made.

Do you want more of me, Lo?

She nodded frantically and I settled in front of her, gently lifting her, mindful of the angles Caden needed, until I was parked in front of her with my palm bracing her upright. I sank a hand into her hair and pulled her in for a kiss. She kissed like she was starving, like she was trying to consume my soul through my lips. I stayed like that until the fizz from her skin became an insistent burn. Reaching down her body, I slid eager fingers over her stomach and through the thatch of hair between her thighs until I found her clit.

Holy fuck, she was so wet.

Logan broke off from the kiss and laid her forehead against my shoulder, panting like she’d run a marathon. I focused on her clit like a man possessed. I wanted her to come for me. I angled her a little better so I could lick up the curve of her throat. My fangs inched out. I wanted to bury those in her too.

She trembled against me, her breaths coming faster, accompanied by little sounds with each thrust of Caden pushing into her. Her scream startled the birds right out of their trees, and the energy that burst out of her was like getting slugged in the gut with a baseball bat.

Caden slid free, looking dazed. Logan was still squirmy and her scent had risen to a fever pitch.

“Please,” she begged. “Seth.”

Oh, fuck. Logan was begging me.

I gathered her onto my lap where I could slip two fingers inside her. She let out a sound that was almost a sob.

“More,” she whispered.

I obliged, sliding in a third.

Fuck, she felt good.

I could only imagine how incredible she’d feel if it were my dick in her instead. Her muscles squeezed excitedly, sucking me deeper. I braced my other hand at the back of her neck and teased her pulsepoint with my fangs while I set a relentless pace, working my wrist in sharp movements that had each of her exhalations burning against my skin.

She vibrated in my grip. I wanted her hands on me, but I didn’t want to stop touching her.

I glanced over to Caden. Undo the binding.

He moved slowly, eyes still a bit glazed. He tugged the leggings until they fell away and Logan wrapped her arms around me, her nails biting into my back. I wanted her on my skin.

I let go of her long enough to whip my shirt off. She ground her cunt against my jeans, whimpering deliciously as I slid my fingers back into her. I worked her clit with the heel of my palm.

The desire to undo my pants and pull her down onto me was overwhelming, but I didn’t have fucking permission for that. I tipped her back onto the moss and hovered closely over her, burying my face against her throat.

If I couldn’t fuck her like I wanted to, I could sure as hell indulge in everything else. I started to slide my fingers free and she whined in protest.

“Patience, little kitten.”

Her cunt grabbed my fingers in a vicious pulse.

Guess she liked that.

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