Page 61 of The Brothers Bane

“What the fuck did you do?” he demands.

I hear nothing, but feel a gentle lick of Erebus’ soft tongue against the bite mark. Then he pulls away, his cock’s ridges bumping past my opening as he withdraws, each one sending a tiny spasm of pleasure through me, extending my orgasm even longer.

“What is it?” I ask, lethargic but sated.

Typhon clears his throat and meets my gaze. “He wants me to taste your blood. Something about bonding us deeper.”

“Doesn’t that only matter if we trade?” I ask, recalling some vague passage in one of the many books in the libraries of Tartarus that Asterius had me read.

Erebus reclines by his brother’s side, licking his lips. My blood stains his white teeth, a surreal contrast to the dark sheen of his skin.

“You are leaving us again. To what end, I can’t discern. I wish you would tell us, but since you won’t, this is the alternative. If something happens to you, I will be able to find you more quickly if we taste each other this way.”

He raises a talon and swipes it over his wrist. His blood is nearly as black as his skin, but still tinged with crimson. He glides a finger across the cut, gathering the thick fluid and raising it to my lips.

“Taste, Nemea.”

I open for him, taking his finger into my mouth and sucking. The world around me goes dark for a moment, and a sense of weightlessness overcomes me before the light floods back in, grounding me again.

Typhon finally lifts his head and presses his mouth to the bite on my shoulder. His tongue is soft and hot, and arouses me again as he sucks, drawing even more blood out of my veins and into his mouth.

My pussy clenches around him, and he groans then falls back, licking his lips. His eyes flash with purple light and his cock swells inside me.

“You taste like eternity,” he rumbles.

“I want to taste you now,” I murmur, beginning to fuck him again, slowly.

“If you can make me bleed, you can have your fill.”

I dig my nails into his chest, but to no avail. Other than making Typhon groan and fuck me harder, all I manage to do is leave crescent-shaped impressions in his pale skin.

“Can you…?” I ask, turning to Erebus, who is alert but relaxed, simply watching me ride his brother. A faint, dark shadow that wasn’t there before extends from him to me now, occasionally crackling with purple light.

He lifts a finger, the sharp claw at the tip glinting and razor-sharp. But when he draws it across Typhon’s chest, all it does is leave a faint pink line without breaking skin.

“He has the hide of an immortal dragon. Only his own fire can weaken it.”

“Kiss me,” Typhon says.

I bend and press my mouth over his. Heat instantly coats my tongue, faint flickers of flame escaping from between our lips. I let out a startled squeak and try to pull back, but he grasps the back of my head, holding me to him.

Then he bites down, but it isn’t my tongue his teeth sink into. A second later, hot liquid floods my mouth, metallic but sweet.

This time it isn’t darkness that surrounds me, but wind and water and fire, like a violent storm with brilliant purple lightning cracking and thunder rumbling. Where Erebus’ essence was utterly dark and silent, Typhon’s is pure noise and power.

I gasp when he finally releases me, his lips smeared red in stark contrast with the marble perfection of his skin.

I sense him reaching for me a split-second before he rises and wraps his arms around me, lifting me up on his cock only to slam me back down again.

“Fuck, I feel even deeper inside you than I did before. Do you feel that?”

“Yes.” I cling to his shoulders while we fuck, our pace now even more frantic and desperate, the connection creating a feedback loop of pleasure. The deeper I stare into his eyes, the more attuned I am to whathefeels, which is a crazy mix of obsession, love, and desire.

When he comes again, I follow swiftly, and we cling to each other, our torsos streaked with blood and our souls melded so deep he may as well have knotted me the way Cerberus did.

I go limp in his arms, my arms slung around his neck and my head on his shoulder. Erebus fades into darkness, and I almost protest his departure until I feel a soft blanket wrap around us both—the tenderest embrace filled with nothing but love I wouldn’t have thought possible from such a terrifying creature.

Both brothers are deceptively sweet. Sweet, and possibly the loneliest men I’ve ever known.

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