Page 10 of Eternally Yours

A man wearing a Lion’s mask grabbed me by the waist and spun me around, leading me across the dance floor in a graceful sway before passing me on to another man, this one wearing the mask of a wolf. I laughed and twirled, not questioning where I was or why, simply enjoying the waltz as I circled the room, passing from man to man until the music ceased and my last partner released my hand.

I stumbled, my feet wobbly from the dizzying spell of the music. Steadying, I found myself upon the entrance to another room. All the guests stopped dancing as well, staring at me as if waiting for me to enter. Curious, I peeked over the shoulders of a pair of tall, muscled men standing guard at the threshold to this other room, my eyes widening at the scene.

Adorned in the same French decor, this smaller room boasted two large hearths on opposite ends, both flaring with monstrous sized fires, casting large shadows on the walls. Grunts and moans echoed inside this new room, each sound making my body tingle with sexual awareness. The guards stepped aside, granting me passage, but I hesitated for a brief moment, unsure of myself.

I could’ve closed my eyes and turned around. Heaven knew my instincts told me to stay away, but the instant I laid eyes on the wave of entangled naked bodies, all of them pleasuring each other in sexual ways I never knew possible, I lost all concept of restraint. But they weren’t just fucking. They were feeding from each other as well. Crimson rivulets dribbled down necks and thighs as mouths feasted on blood.

Sweat beaded on the surface of my skin as the rush of adrenaline made my heart beat faster. Walking into the middle of this orgy made my face flush, yet I couldn’t avert my gaze.

As naughty as it felt being a voyeur, it was also arousing. It terrified and thrilled me. God, I’d never experienced anything quite like it, let alone enjoyed it.

Without warning, another sensation washed over me as the tang of iron hit my nose, an intense, almost unbearable need to feed. But I didn’t hunger for just blood. The throbbing at the apex between my legs was unrelenting, a thrumming fire only quenchable in one particular way. Before I realized what I was doing, I unfastened my bustier, exposing my naked chest for all to see. Stepping out of my gown, it wasn’t long before I walked among the throng of moaning guests, my own body bare and on display. It was exhilarating, freeing.

Ravenous eyes passed over me, hunger evident as their gazes roamed my naked body. They wanted me as they fucked. They ached for me as they came. Hands caressed my flesh as I passed by, lips feathered across my cheek as I moved closer to the center of the room. Every nerve ending welcomed their touch. But I wanted more. For them to taste me. To pleasure me with their tongues and hands.

I moaned, succumbing to the potent eroticism permeating the air. There was no shame. Only need. And deep down I knew exactly what I needed—who I needed. Moving onward, I searched for him, the man my body craved with unfamiliar desire.

I continued to push through the mass of entwined bodies, my breath ticking up when the crowd dispersed, revealing a golden, ceremonial table in the center of the room. With her back to me, a naked woman straddled a man. Her hips grinding into his as she fucked him mindless, his thick cock pumping hard into her slick pussy. Their moans were electric, vibrating off the walls as everyone around them sought their own climax.

Bodies sculpted to perfection, they fucked until their skin glistened with sweat. He grabbed her ass, spreading her, exposing all her vulnerable areas, showcasing their ardent lovemaking for everyone to devour.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. The way her back arched. The way his hands explored every inch of her body. The way he growled every time she squeezed her legs tight against his. Entranced, I inched closer, gorging on their beauty, awed at the fact I was bearing witness to this intoxicating debauchery of blood and sex, wanting not only to watch but to partake in it. Unable to resist touching myself, I reached between my legs and spread the folds of my pussy, then rubbed at my clit until my entire body flamed with the need to fuck.

I stood there, pleasuring myself as those around me watched, their mouths slack in silent gasps of ecstasy. As I neared my own climax, the man on the table got on his knees and the woman positioned herself on all fours. His cock was raging hard as he pushed through her mouth. She took every inch of his long shaft, her hips gyrating as if she was imagining him entering her from behind as well. His ab muscles rippled as he threaded his fingers through her long hair and fucked her mouth without abandon.

That was him. He was who I craved and now my body demanded it. Drawing closer, I reached for a silky tendril of the woman’s auburn hair, wanting to push it aside to reveal her face, to see as her tongue licked and sucked on his dick.

I leaned in closer, my tongue asking for permission to share, to have him fill my mouth too. She obliged, letting me take over. He didn’t object, sliding in and out of my lips and thrusting harder as he neared his climax. I indulged him, taking as much of him as I could, relishing how unbelievable he felt inside me. Warm. Hard. Silky. His deep moans vibrated through him, making me feel the thrill of power. I owned his pleasure, and the feeling was addicting.

Reaching between my legs, I teased my clit with my fingers as I brought myself close to the edge, wanting to prolong my own release until he was ready to give me his. With one final thrust, he growled, “Fuck. I love you, Loren.”

I looked up at him and my blood iced when I saw the familiar green gaze of my captor. Nicholas. His name sprung into existence in an instant and I became aware of myself, pushing off him and feeling mortified. It was only then that my nakedness made me feel exposed. It wasn’t my body that shamed me, it was my soul.

As if sucked through a vacuum, I sprung up in bed, my heart ready to burst out of my chest, the images from the dream still burning in my mind. The sexual arousal was impossible to ignore. Tingles radiating through every fiber of my body were about to set me on fire if I didn’t squelch the need for…

For my captor? Nicholas was in my dreams. He was the man I was sucking off on top of some altar in the middle of a masquerade orgy.

Oh, God. What’s happening to me?

Looking around, I realized I was still in his bedroom. That part hadn’t been a dream. Which meant I was still a prisoner. Dammit. These people had definitely drugged me with something wretched. That dream was no joke. Pressing my legs together, I tried to calm the pressure building in my core. My lady parts were screaming for attention. I hadn’t felt this sexually aroused in… forever.

But I also didn’t feel safe.

Ignoring my primal need to touch myself and find release, I checked to make sure I was alone before rolling out of bed without making a sound. I needed to get out of there ASAP. Stalking toward the window to see if there was any chance of escape, I was about to raise the blinds when I was tackled to the ground by a massive form.

My head hit the ground with such force, my vision swayed.

“Are you fucking mad!” a man snarled. The urgency in his voice had me scrambling to sit up, but he pinned me down with his body, caging me in his arms. I recognized him as the man from before and in my dreams—the one who had brought me here. His nearness was too much and not enough all at the same time. The images of his naked body in my dream assaulted my senses. His cock inside my mouth. His moans.

Oh my god. I really need to get out of here.

“Get off me,” I bit out, but my body was hardly protesting.

“You could've burned yourself to a crisp,” he spat.

I looked him over. I heard his words, but they didn't make any sense. Burned to a crisp? What did that even mean?

Seeing that he wasn't making any attempt to get off me, I placed both hands on his massive shoulders, feeling their muscled hardness as more images of his naked body flashed before me.

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