Page 73 of Wild Wolf

“Three – two- one more second and the offer is not on the table anymore,” Rosalie sang.

“I agree,” I said quickly.

“One,” Rosalie said then Cain blurted

“I agree.”

“Good.” She ran her finger under Cain’s chin then beckoned me closer by it. “Now come here and show me how well you can play together.”

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

Roary closed in on me from one side, Cain from the other, their fangs bared, desire for my blood glinting in their eyes and I smiled darkly as I held up a finger to halt them.

“Good boys,” I purred as they both stilled, that preternatural lack of movement which only a Vampire could claim holding them both entirely without motion.

Magic coiled from my fingers and stone rumbled as the walls of the labyrinth obeyed my call, closing off the exit on either side of us, sealing us within a chamber entirely for ourselves.

The darkness pressed in on us and I felt them moving closer to me once more, my blood heating with their nearness.

“What are you waiting for?” I teased, my eyes unable to pick out anything around us but my words unlocked their restraint, and I sucked in a harsh breath as they collided with me from either side.

Cain’s fist tangled in my hair as he tugged my head back and Roary’s arm banded around my waist to hold me up as I bared my throat to them and was rewarded by the rough heat of their mouths closing over my flesh.

I moaned as their teeth punctured my skin, their venom sliding into me and stalling the magic in my veins.

“Leave enough for us to escape this place,” I panted as they drank deeply because I was the only one among us with the earth magic we would require to leave this pit of sin once we were done debasing it.

A snarl parted Roary’s lips as they pressed closer to me, their arms driving against one another, their hands clutching at my clothes.

My body hummed with their proximity, my nipples hardening to sharp points which dragged against the confines of my shirt, begging for their touch.

I ran my fingers down the side of Cain’s face, the edges of the mask he wore smooth above the roughness of the stubble gracing his jaw.

I scraped my fingernails over that shadow of hair, gripping his chin hard and pushing in a demand for him to withdraw his fangs from my neck.

He growled in defiance and I growled in return, pushing harder until he conceded, lifting his head as I turned mine, our noses grazing, breaths merging and then I claimed his lips in a kiss which shattered the walls that had already been crumbling between us.

Cain groaned as his tongue pushed past my lips, his hold on my hair tightening as his body pressed to mine more firmly, the solid ridge of his cock impossible to ignore, the feel of it making me slicken between my thighs.

My fingernails grazed his jaw as I held him there, kissing him deeply, telling him with the press of my mouth to his that I claimed him just as certainly as I had claimed the rest of my men. I ran my hand lower until I was gripping the fabric of his shirt, twisting it between my fingers and tugging in a command for him to remove it.

Cain stilled, pulling back so that our lips barely touched, hesitation filling that small space between us while Roary continued to feast on my blood.

“Stop lying to yourself about what we are,” I hissed at Cain, my eyes fixed in his direction though the pressing dark made it impossible to see any part of him. “Give yourself to what your heart has already decided for you anyway.”

“You mean that?” Cain asked, his voice ragged around his restraint. “Despite everything else you’ve claimed, you still want-”

“If you make her wait a second longer I’ll take her for myself and refuse you all part of it,” Roary snarled as he ripped his teeth from my throat and pushed forward to claim my lips with his own, the taste of my own blood coating my tongue.

Cain snarled, releasing his hold on my hair then tugged his shirt from my grip as he ripped it over his head and tossed it aside, the whisper of the fabric hitting stone making my body thrum with anticipation.

Roary kissed me deeply, his fingers unbuttoning my jeans before he pressed his hand beneath my waistband and sank it inside my panties.

I moaned as he discovered my wetness, a noise of utter satisfaction escaping him as he drove two fingers into me with a slowness that had me whimpering with a desire for more.

“She’s so fucking wet for us,” he growled as he broke our kiss, his face turning towards Cain and I wondered if their keener eyesight could pick out more in the darkness than mine could. “Come and feel her for yourself.”

Cain moved closer again and I reached for him, my hand finding the solid ridges of his abs and roaming over the taut muscles hungrily.

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