And I was once again on the edge of an orgasm that would likely be my ruin. I’d never want to have sex with anyone else ever again. Damon’s punishing pace quickened, and my body released. My inner walls convulsed with each pulse of my orgasm, and I couldn’t stop the cry of bliss escaping my lips.
Before my orgasm settled, Damon released his own. I could feel his hot seed exploding inside me. For just a moment, I worried about not using protection. It was a little too late now. When Damon’s mouth captured that sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder, I no longer cared. Not even when I felt a pair of sharp fangs pierce my skin. With that pain came another earth-shattering orgasm.
The devious demon didn’t even give me time to recover before he picked me up and all but threw me at Kenrid. Lucky for me, the fae caught me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, lining his cock up with my center. Kenrid didn’t hesitate to drive himself into me.
Just like my penetration with Damon, my mind took me back to the midnight sky with its millions of stars. Only this time, I couldn’t distinguish Damon’s dark threads from mine. The only one still not attached was Kenrid’s, but I knew it would be in a few moments. We’d be connected in a way I never could’ve dreamed.
And maybe when all of this was over and I had time to think about what I’d done, I might regret it.
No, there are no regrets, my dhampir said.
Kenrid thrust into me again, pulling me back to our hotel room. I gripped his shoulders, trying desperately to hold on as he pounded into me. Damon’s warm chest met my back, and his strong hands gripped my thighs, supporting my weight for Kenrid. The simple gesture had my heart twisting in knots. I swatted it aside to look at later as yet another orgasm surged from my core.
I gasped as it ripped through me, and Kenrid snarled as if he were in pain. He hammered into me three more times before he tilted his head back and roared. I’d never seen the fae so primal and unhinged. It sent tingles racing over my skin along with a wave of his magic, but I was pretty sure he hadn’t had his own release.
He pulled all the way out of me, and his emerald gaze met mine. He was so intense and just a little bit scary.
“Tell me now if you don’t want to be claimed by me and my magic,” he whispered.
“I’m pretty sure I already claimed you, Kenrid,” I said.
He lowered his head to my shoulder, the same one Damon had bitten. I didn’t know what all the biting was about, but I’d be a hypocrite to question it.
“When fae exchange blood, it signifies a binding of our of souls that cannot be undone,” Kenrid whispered against my skin. “I willingly give you my soul, Lorna Cross.”
“I willingly give you mine, Kenrid,” I repeated instinctively. Maybe I should’ve thought for two seconds before I let those words slip out, but it felt so right.
As Kenrid’s short fangs pierced my skin, his scent enveloped me. Not just his scent but his magic. It wrapped me up in his soft summer rain, and I knew I was home. Wherever Kenrid was would be my home. I dropped my mouth to his neck and bit him back. His blood was so different. It was sweet, but not at all like Damon’s. It was like the nectar of summer berries. I savored him until his cock speared me again.
Kenrid thrust once, twice, then fell victim to his own orgasm.
Pain flared from my chest, and like a hot knife slicing through my skin, it burst free and slammed into Kenrid. He cried out and pulled me closer. Our bare skin burned with the contact, but it didn’t compare to the pain that seemed to bounce from me to him. Another flare surged through my back and must have stabbed Damon. His muffled groan would’ve made me laugh if I weren’t in so much pain. Of course he didn’t scream in agony, but I sure did. Damn demon.
It probably only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like forever before it finally subsided.
Kenrid dropped to his knees, taking me with him. Damon followed, probably carrying both of our weight. Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room for several minutes. I still hadn’t let go of Kenrid. My legs remained wrapped around his waist even as he knelt on the floor.
Damon’s hands disappeared from my hips, and cool air replaced his hot body. My skin pebbled immediately, and I shivered.
“What happened?” Damon asked.
I had no idea and wasn’t even sure I could reply. Kenrid rubbed my bare back, and I let my head fall onto his shoulder.
“I don’t know,” Kenrid said. “Did anyone feel like they were thrown into another realm or possibly a pocket dimension?”
“You mean that weird place with all the stars?” I mumbled against his skin.
“Yes,” Damon replied.
Kenrid’s body tensed in my arms, and I lifted my head from his shoulder. He was staring up at Damon, though. I followed his gaze and gasped. My demon once again wore a pair of jeans, but his chest was bare. On his left pectoral, just above his heart, was a tattoo. That was the only way I could describe it, even though it was obviously a magical mark or something.
A tiny blackbird fluttered its two-dimensional wings on Damon’s chest. It was a little hard to see against his dark brown skin until a pair of lavender eyes glowed. The bird searched the room before its gaze landed on Kenrid and me. My fae leaned back and looked down. Of course I did too, then scrambled off his lap.
Another tiny blackbird fluttered over Kenrid’s heart. The bird’s midnight blue feathers stood out against the fae’s pale skin. Its eyes blazed, and a prickling sensation ran over my boob. I looked down at my own chest, expecting to see my frantic heart trying to get out. Nope, no heart. Two complex symbols glowed on my skin.
The one closest to my heart was a soft, yellow gold. It reminded me of the Egyptian Eye of Horus with subtle differences. The most obvious being that I couldn’t see an iris in the middle. The second symbol was a deep red. My sister would’ve called it a ‘witchy rune,’ but it looked Norse to me.
“Guys?” My voice trembled, and my heart pounded against my ribs. I gaped at the symbols now etched on my body. “What is this?”