Page 88 of Princess Claimed

A stab of guilt hits me. Phil has put himself in danger to keep me safe, and I’m about to have sex, perhaps with both of these men.

Flame’s expression shifts. “What’s worrying you, darlin’?”

“Nothing.” I push my worries to the back of my mind. Sex will be an effective distraction, and I’m amazed, yet again, at how easily my Viking-like vampire can read me. Sometimes I think Flame knows what I’m feeling before I know it myself.

I stroke Blade’s chest and he groans against my throat. “Why don’t you take a drink from each of us?” He kisses my neck. “That way you don’t have to choose.”

“Then we can all join the mile high club,” Flame adds.

“Mile high club?” Lust ripples through me as I watch Flame stroke his hardness, while Blade’s erection shifts against my leg.

“Mile high club means fucking on a plane.” Flame winks.

“Oh!” I inhale sharply as Blade’s fingers glide across my upper thigh. I love how willing these men are to share my affections—not to mention my body. And each other’s. Anticipation of what might come heats inside me.

I’m pretty sure Flame was inside Blade, while he was inside me. Flame did announce he was going to fuck us both, and assuming I’m right, I’m not the only one on this plane who’s had a cock in my ass. Maybe that’s why Flame was so turned on by what happened between me and Crusher.

Blade’s hand squeezes my inner thigh, and I suck in another ragged breath.

“Let Flame and I give you pleasure together,” Blade murmurs against my throat.

“I like the sound of that.” My cheeks flare with heat, thinking of the possibilities of what the three of us might do, and wondering again how it might feel to actually have two cocks inside me at once. The combination of one cock, plus two fingers, was beyond intense.

My lips part and my fangs spring out. Clearly my body is ready to feed, and both men are more than willing to offer their veins.

Blade kisses me. He flicks my fangs with his tongue, and I get my first taste of his blood. Need hits me like an avalanche as I suck on his wounded tongue. But then, holding the back of my head, Blade pulls me from his lips and guides my fangs toward his throat.

I bite, and a hard rush of blood hits my throat. Energy surges inside me. Energy combined with even more raging lust.

My body rubs against Blade’s, seeking more contact, more pleasure, and I shift to straddle him, trying to increase the pressure against my sex, desperate to build some friction between us. I’m frantic to have every need satisfied at once, but I find no shame in my greed. Why feel shame at taking what’s freely offered by others? Shame for wanting things that I actually need? Things that make me feel so damn good.

“My turn, darling.” Flame gently pulls on my head.

My fangs release.

Flame lifts me off Blade’s lap and into his arms. He’s kneeling in the aisle now, too tall to stand, and I wrap my legs around his torso, feeling his hardness pressing between us.

“You’re naked.” I grin into Flame’s eyes.

“Got an issue with that?”

“On the contrary. I’d say it’s highly efficient.” We grin at each other. My body is pulsing, my hips rubbing my sex over the top inches of his hardness and getting extra friction from the fabric of my dress.

My hunger for blood is sated, and am beyond ready to move on to stage two of this plan—the mile high part—but Flame didn’t want me to choose between their veins, so I dig my fangs into his throat and feed.

In a flash, Blade is kneeling behind me, his body pressed against my back and pushing me harder against Flame, and I reach back to make contact with him too.

Blade has also stripped off his clothes.

Why are mine still on?

I draw more of Flame’s life-giving force and, as I do, Blade lifts my dress up and over my hips. His hardness slides through my ass crack as his fingers fondle my pussy’s entrance, and I gasp at the intense pleasure, by body gaining so much from so little. I suck even harder on Flame’s throat.

“I need to be inside you,” Blade whispers in my ear. “I’ve been hard since I saw Crusher fucking your ass.”

Breaking away from Flame’s throat, I turn toward Blade. Clearly Flame wasn’t the only one turned on by that.

Lifting my hands off his shoulders, Flame pulls off my dress and turns me to face Blade, my hands resting on his shoulders as Flame holds me from behind. I’m not sure what they have planned, but I’m more than happy to go along with it, as long as one of them gets inside me—now.

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