Page 41 of Awakening the Dhampir

She had told me it would be impressive, not that I had a lot to compare it to. My previous boyfriends were probably average. There was nothing average about Damon. My needy little hands reached for him, but Kenrid stopped me.

“What?”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I craned my neck back to look at him, but he was focused on Damon, not me.

“Are you?” Damon asked.

My attention snapped back to my demon. Yes, mine. He’d leaned back on the bed, supporting his upper body on his elbows, stretching the thick muscles across his chest. Kenrid still held my hands, but it didn’t stop my eyes from mapping out the contours of Damon’s six—no eight-pack—on his abs. His impressive cock stood at attention, waiting for me.

I wanted it. I tugged against Kenrid’s hold, but he didn’t let me go. I rolled my hips against his groin, and his whole body shook.

“I’m sure, but I’m also concerned about Elliott,” Kenrid said, his voice shaking. “Lorna, stop before my brain quits working.”

I ignored his plea and pressed harder against his throbbing erection. He released my hands, only to grab my hips and slam into my bare ass. He still had blue jeans on, so I didn’t actually get to feel him. I spun around and immediately went for the button on his jeans.

He growled and snatched my hands away. “I can’t believe I’m the one trying to keep my head,” he muttered.

“Let’s satisfy our needs and wait until we talk to Elliott for a claiming,” Damon suggested from right behind me.

When had he moved from the bed? I never heard him, but I could definitely feel him. His thick cock slid between my legs without going where I wanted it. His thighs clenched against the outside of mine, pushing them together. He rocked his hips, creating a blissful friction between my legs. The thought of him inside me, filling me completely, made me moan. But it was only a thought. His cock slid over my wet folds without penetrating my entrance. It was frustratingly amazing.

His hips continued to rock back and forth as his bare chest covered my back, and his arms wrapped around me.

Kenrid didn’t release my hands. When I looked up at him, he was watching Damon with a surprised expression. When Damon’s hands moved to Kenrid’s waist, my mouth dropped open. Damon deftly unbuttoned Kenrid’s jeans, then slid the zipper down.

I just knew my lady bits were about to catch fire. Damon’s dick might be in danger of joining them. I took advantage of Kenrid’s momentary shock and jerked my hands free, then batted Damon’s away from my fae. Damon chuckled as my fingers replaced his on Kenrid’s waistband.

I glanced up at the fae because consent really was important. If Kenrid had doubts, I didn’t want to force him. He dragged his eyes away from the man behind me, and a smile pulled at his lips. Not the glowing smile that calmed me. No, this was edgy and a little bit predatory—and I liked it. I squeezed my knees together and remembered Damon’s cock was still between my thighs.

Oh my! I was going to die of anticipation.

Kenrid laid his hands over mine, and we pushed his pants off his hips together. His cock sprang free, and I was not at all disappointed. No, he wasn’t as big as Damon, but he was thick and oh so ready. My fingers wrapped around his length, just barely. He moaned, and another rumble from Damon made me smile.

If I had any doubts about them sharing, these two just erased them. There was nothing but lust and need saturating the air around us. I stroked the length of Kenrid’s cock, making him moan again. I loved it. I loved the way he expressed his desire and that it came from me.

Damon pulled his hips away, distracting me. I groaned at him, and he laughed.

“You don’t get to control us both, little d’laej,” Damon said, thrusting his hips again, skimming the tip of his dick over my opening but not going in.

“Damon,” I growled.

“There will be no claiming today,” he growled back. “Do what you want with Kenrid, but I am tasting you before I lose control.”

His presence behind me disappeared. I heard him fall back onto the bed a moment before he grabbed my hips and pulled me with him, dragging my wet center up his chest. I was not a small woman, even if I had lost a bunch of weight the last few weeks, but Damon tossed me around like I weighed nothing.

Luckily for Kenrid, I let go of him before Damon dragged me backward along his body. It only took a second for me to realize what he was doing. I’d never had a partner suggest the sixty-nine position, but I wasn’t about to object.

As soon as my sex lined up with Damon’s mouth, my senses exploded. His tongue delved into me, making me see stars. Then he teased with his teeth and his tongue and his lips. I couldn’t think about anything other than what he was doing to me.

I dropped my head on his hard stomach, feeling my orgasm building. I couldn’t even remember the last time I orgasmed. I really didn’t even want to think about it because all I wanted was Damon. No, there was definitely someone else in the room I wanted just as much.

I lifted my head and met the gaze of Damon’s enormous erection. I reached out and wrapped one of my hands around it. Tried to, anyway. He was too thick, but it didn’t stop me from pushing myself up and supporting my weight on my other arm.

I stroked Damon the same way I’d been caressing Kenrid. He wasn’t at all like my fae. Three shallow ridges circled his cock about halfway down. I couldn’t see them in the low light, but I could sure feel them. Was it a demon thing? My fingers gently glided over each ridge, and Damon moaned against my clit.

I shuddered, and he thrust a finger inside me. I gasped when he added another, then sucked on the most sensitive part of me. I fell apart without any warning. Every muscle in my body contracted, and a cry broke free from my lips. Damon continued his torture until my orgasm subsided, riding each wave until my body was a puddle of goo. Very satisfied goo.

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