Page 42 of Awakening the Dhampir

I still had my hand around Damon’s very hard dick. I glanced up to find my fae looking down at me with so much heat and desire in his eyes that they glowed. I smiled, then ran my tongue along the three ridges on Damon’s cock.

Both men moaned, and I grinned wildly, intoxicated by the way they reacted to me.

I lowered my mouth over Damon’s cock, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. It was almost like I could taste the chocolate with so much blood rushing through him, just beneath the skin. I rolled my tongue over his head and groaned.

Damon twitched, and I tasted blood. One of my fangs must have nicked him.

Before I could take another breath, I was lifted off my chocolatey popsicle. A pitiful whine escaped my lips.

Kenrid pulled me against his chest and sat me down on Damon’s lap. I glared at him, but he completely ignored me. His lips crashed into mine, and his fingers dug into my ass cheeks. My wet core slid across Damon’s raging hard-on. The demon sat up and grabbed my waist. The two of them pulled me back and forth across Damon’s length but never let him inside. I was wet and needy and making all kinds of incoherent sounds.

I wanted him inside me so badly I could barely think. My brain was already mush from my orgasm and Kenrid’s tongue dancing with mine.

In our frantic movements, the best and worst thing happened. In hindsight, there was no way it couldn’t have happened. Damon’s cock slid into my slick heat, stretching me to the point of almost being painful. The mix of pleasure and pain only added to my frenzied desire. I could even feel those three ridges massaging my insides as he seated himself fully.

I sighed against Kenrid’s mouth, and he nipped at my lips before lifting his head.

Damon’s forehead fell against my shoulder with his groan.

“You feel amazing,” I whispered, then swiveled my hips.

“Don’t move,” my demon growled.

“Damon?” Kenrid asked.

I looked up, expecting my fae to be looking at my demon, but he wasn’t. His emerald eyes held mine, not with uncertainty. Nope. Burning lust flickered in his beautiful eyes.

I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. His hips jerked, and I grinned, then slid my other hand further down, cupping his balls. Kenrid’s eyes rolled back as he moaned. His pelvis surged forward, driving his cock against my grip. I matched his motions, pulling against him with each thrust.

Damon’s hands glided down my stomach, distracting me from Kenrid when his fingers reached my clit. I tried to focus on Kenrid’s movements but couldn’t ignore my own building pleasure. Damon’s fingers played me like a seasoned musician. Without even realizing it, my hips rocked with the increasing tempo.

Our bodies seemed to move as one, escalating as our pleasure neared its peak.

Until the room disappeared.

A million stars danced around me in the midnight sky. The heat of Damon at my back and beneath me mirrored Kenrid pressed against my chest. Tendrils of iridescent light circled the three of us. I recognized Damon’s dark, heavy magic mingling with Kenrid’s light. In the middle, a deep lavender shimmered, almost stitching us together.

It probably only lasted seconds before I was thrown back into the hotel room with the two men who had clearly captured my magic and probably my heart.

Damon’s cock pulsed inside me. Kenrid stared down at me with his beautiful emerald eyes.

“I can’t deny the claiming,” Kenrid whispered.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one,” Damon said.

“Didn’t it already happen?” I asked, thinking of the swirls of color tying us together.

Kenrid raised an eyebrow and glanced at Damon. I felt a tug in my core as he swiveled his hips beneath me.

“Has she already accepted us?” Damon asked.

I assumed he was talking to Kenrid. A mixture of my fae’s predatory grin and peaceful smile spread across his beautiful face.

“Then let’s not deny her,” Kenrid said.

I wished I could see Damon’s expression. Was he angry with me, or was he okay with whatever was happening?

He must have given Kenrid the okay because the fae reached between my body and his. Damon’s hands reclaimed their spot on my waist. One of Kenrid’s fingers burned a trail to the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs. I bucked against his touch, and Damon powered into me, each thrust hitting a spot inside I never even knew existed until now.

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