Page 23 of Fallen Heirs

“Wild. Fucking. Woman,” Orpheus ground out, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. “Fuck, X, your vampire speed is really testing my control.”

“Yeah, come in her ass, then scoop it out and stuff it down her throat,” he snarled, the demon breaching the surface and the vampire coming out to play.

I grinned through the euphoria they had me happily trapped in. I loved that he didn’t hold back his rougher and dirtier side anymore with me. He brought it all to the table, and I’d been reveling in it. Things had altered in that vein between us since we’d had that talk at the memorial.

But they hadn’t with Orpheus.

He was still holding back with me.

I could feel it, even now.

He was using his magic to throw me off the scent, or so he thought. But he wasn’t fucking me the way he needed, the way I needed him to.

All these days of so much back-to-back fucking and it still hadn’t broken through that.

My thoughts came to a grinding halt as Xavier suddenly sank his fangs into my throat and started feeding from me with a snarl.

It was the final straw where my body was concerned and I went off like a rocket, shrieking around his fingers as he drew my blood into his mouth, none too gently, all the sensations slamming into one and making me vibrate with the ecstasy wracking every square inch of my body.

It went on and on until I was panting and fighting for breath.

Xavier removed his fingers and his fangs, then I collapsed on top of him, shuddering and shuddering as aftershocks of the intense pleasure inundated me.

I heard a curse from Orpheus as he came in my ass, followed by the feel of Xavier’s cock jerking inside me as he filled me too.

The dildo disintegrated and I felt Orpheus’ cock slide out of me.

Xavier eased me off him and onto my back.

No sooner had he done that, then Orpheus was there, slathering his cum from my ass all over my lips.

It sparked a dark need in me and then I was lunging at him and shoving him off the bed.

As he stumbled back, I leapt off the bed and went for him, slamming my hands into his chest.

I was there in the next second as he crashed into the dresser, jumping into his arms and ramming down onto his cock.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Still not satiated?”

“Not until you let it all out.”

“What are you—”

I scraped my nails down his chest, drawing blood all the way down, as I rode him fiercely.

He hissed and then yanked on my hair, ripping my head back, making me clench down around him at the dark thrill of it. “That’s it,” he growled dangerously.

There it was.

In the next second, he turned and slammed me against the wall, so brutally that the wall cracked at the impact.

I gasped as he dug his nails into my hips, then fucked up into me with hard, punishing thrusts, driving so deep that all the breath shot from my lungs.

“Feel that, huh?” he uttered. “Fucking right, wild woman.”

He suddenly pulled out of me, making me whimper at the loss, and then he was shoving me up against the bedroom door. Before he could thrust back into me, from behind this time, I slapped his cock away.

As he grunted, I grabbed his biceps and used it as leverage to toss him through my bedroom door with my angelic strength.

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