Page 14 of Eternally Owned

“Do you like Aleron’s cock in your ass, Nissa?”

“Yes… yes.”

Aleron gave a small thrust, carrying waves of pleasure deep into her body.

“But you’d like it better if I were inside you too, wouldn’t you? Isn’t that what you crave?”

“Yes, please!”

Aleron’s arm snaked around her waist then, reaching out to grasp Hex’s golden cock, and Hex moaned softly, his gaze never leaving Nissa’s face as he bit his lip, one sharp fang piercing his own flesh. He was so damn beautiful, his features twisted in pleasure. She could hardly bear to look at him. But she wanted him inside her even more.

Hex was pumping his cock into Aleron’s hand, and Aleron was moving in her ass, small, lovely thrusts of his long shaft. Everything ached with need, with pleasure—her ass, her soaking pussy, her breasts.

“I need you, Hex. Fuck me.”

He took Aleron’s hand from his cock, smiling as he kissed the pale wrist. And with the other hand he parted her pussy lips and slipped his swollen cock inside.

She gasped, pleasure driving hard into her, so intense she was momentarily blinded, her mind going numb. It was too much, Aleron in her ass, pushing, pushing, and Hex’s cock in her pussy. She was coming already, clenching all over, pleasure like glass, shards of it ripping through her body.

“Nissa, look at me,” Hex commanded, and somehow through those first wild waves of climax she heard him.

She opened her eyes, and Hex grabbed her face, forcing her to watch him. Her climax built, spiraled, her mind spinning with kaleidoscopic colors. And still they pumped into her, ass and pussy, filled and fulfilled. And Hex’s gaze hard on hers, until she could see inside him, feel his pleasure, and through him, Aleron’s. She waswiththem, inside them as much as they were inside her body, cock and ass and pussy all throbbing, pulsing with an indescribable pleasure.

When Hex bit into Aleron’s wrist, the vampire called out in pleasure, in pain, and she felt it too, as though Hex were drinkingherblood. Her mind filled with the deep scarlet of the blood, and it was beautiful and shining like a garnet in the light of a summer moon. And she saw in small glimmering flashes a thousand nights—women and men, writhing bodies, silk corsets, velvet brocade. Grass sparkling with dew in the French countryside, a castle with ancient walls made of even more ancient stone, horses running, their muscles working beneath their fur.

She floated, went deeper, heard the beating of a human heart, saw a lovely face, heart-shaped beneath her veil of curling auburn hair. She saw Aleron’s pale hand reaching out for her, cupping her cheek. She saw his brilliant blue eyes reflected in the woman’s soft, grey gaze. She saw love. And then, as though watching a film in fast-forward, she saw the woman aging, her hair going grey, her features softened by years, her face against a pile of snowy pillows. And then she was gone. And she felt the grief of more than a hundred years gone past.

Her own heart broke, tears gathering in her blinded eyes, and all was black once more.

Chapter Five

Chapter 5

Hex watched her, waiting for her to wake up. She’d been out nearly three hours.

He hadn’t meant to show her Aleron’s private sorrow, hadn’t meant to see it himself. He’d known for years, since the first time Aleron had shown him, and there had been no need for words between them. He’d understood how Aleron had loved, and what he’d lost. He’d understood that he would never be to Aleron whatshehad been, and that was fine for him. He didn’t need that. Not from Aleron.

But Nissa…

Everything was different with Nissa already. It didn’t matter that he’d known her for only a handful of days. Time was different than it had been during his human years.

But even then, he would have known.

He loved her.

Aleron adored her, even loved her, but not in this terrible, beautiful, all-consuming way. Not as though he would die for her, if he could.

He reached out and touched the tips of her long, black lashes. They were silky against his fingertips, making him smile. He loved the fiery green of her eyes, so sharp and full of intelligence and life. Shewantedso acutely. There was a passion in her unlike any he’d ever come across before, and it made him feel his own more profoundly.

From somewhere in the distance, sirens wailed, as they did so often in London. He half hoped the sound would wake her. He wanted to see her, talk with her, touch her, fuck her again. And again and again. But she was too purely pretty like this. Sleeping. Innocent.

He moved his hand lower, brushed her full, pink bottom lip, then the delicate line of her jaw. Yes, so beautiful.

He sensed Aleron coming into the room, and turned to find him in the doorway.

Naked. As beautiful as Nissa, yet in such a different way.

“Hex.” Aleron’s voice was soft. “She sleeps still?”

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