Page 7 of Eternally Owned

“Not yet. Not like this,” Aleron said. “I want her on the bed. I want her open to us completely.”

They guided her, helping her climb onto the high, velvet-covered bed, laying her out on her back. They stood, one on each side of the bed, and she was trembling all over.

Need you. Please.

Aleron’s voice was so low she had to strain to hear him. “Yes, Nissa. You shall have us both, and we shall have you. With our hands. With our mouths. With our cocks. And with our teeth. We will drink from you. You will have the Seeking Kiss tonight.”

She was shaking so hard she could barely hold still. This was what she’d wanted for so long—to belong somewhere, to have some sense of family again—and it was happening, like some sort of strange dream she never wanted to wake from. Her mind was a tangle of need, sharpened by an edge of fear. What would it really be like, to have them drink from her?

“You are about to find out, beautiful Nissa,” Hex told her. His eyes were glowing amber in the dim light, and she felt some of his power in his gaze. Not as strong as Aleron’s, but it was there, palpable.

“Yes,” Aleron said, his French accent apparent even in that one simple word. “I am older than he is, by centuries. And the Kiss will be different with each of us. But it is always a mixture of pain and pleasure, and you will love it—you will drown in it a little. But we will care for you. You have nothing to fear—nothing but the need you will feel, a need that will drive you. But you will learn to cope with that, and will find it is well worth the great pleasure the Kiss brings, that we bring.”

Their hands were on her then once more, long strokes down the length of her body: her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, and the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrists, until she thought she might die simply from needing them to reallytouchher.

“Please…” she begged.

A small laugh from Aleron. “Ah, she grows impatient.”

Before she had a chance to think, his hand was between her thighs, his fingers pushing into her needy pussy.

“Oh!”

Pleasure like a knife—that keen, that sharp—stabbing into her body. Her back arched, and she came up off the bed, but Hex was there, holding her down, his hands warm and solid on her hip and shoulder, grounding her somehow.

“Hex… I need you… I need you to kiss me,” she begged, barely believing she was making demands of these exquisite, powerful creatures.

He smiled, his teeth a stunning flash of white, the long canines glinting. Then he lowered his head, his mouth pressing to hers. His tongue slid into her mouth, all soft and hot and piercing, like Aleron’s fingers working inside her, pushing, pushing, into her pussy, into her mouth. She was writhing on the bed, her body on that lovely edge already. Her mind was spinning.

Hands held her down, pressing onto her belly, her breasts, her thighs, as the first wave hit her. Hex’s tongue was like silk in her mouth, and Aleron’s fingers drove into her, pumping, thrusting, until she couldn’t take it any longer.

She cried out as she came, pleasure shimmering through her in glass-sharp waves. It rose, higher and higher, her body, her mind, filling with nothing but sensation, coursing through her, taking her over. She was yelling now, out of control. Lost.

When she opened her eyes, she was in Hex’s arms, half lying in his lap as he sat behind her on the bed. She could feel the flawless surface of his chest and stomach against her back, his bare skin an absolute epiphany against hers. Lovely.

Aleron still stood, smiling down at her.

“That was beautiful, Nissa.Youare beautiful. But the night just begins.”

They had given her a glass of very good wine, a rich red that slaked her thirst and seemed to help her come back to Earth. She felt… beautifully shattered in some way, and still in a half-dream. But her body knew this was real.

They lounged together on the bed now, propped up on a pile of silk pillows, all of them naked, one of the exquisite vampires on either side of her. Hex had one arm looped around her waist in a possessive manner she loved. She loved the oddly solid feeling of his hard muscles—hard in a way no human’s could be. Aleron was leaning against the pillows, a commanding hand on the back of her neck sending a steady pulsing heat into her system.

“Better now?” Hex asked her, stroking her long hair from her face.

“Yes, better. Better than I’ve ever felt in my life.”

“But you have questions,” Aleron said with his slight accent.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“You’re welcome to ask us anything,” Hex said. She could feel his warm breath in her hair.

She shifted so she could see him better. God, he was as beautiful as anything she had ever seen in her life, outshining even Aleron’s pale, unearthly light. Hex’s gaze on hers was dark, his eyes with that gleaming gold at the center of the deep brown iris. Liquid. Bottomless. She had read about the vampires, of course, and talked to a lot of people about them, but she had never imagined how amazing they would be close up, how flawless, how that aura of power they wore like their own skin would make her melt.

But yes, she had questions. She wanted to know everything.

“I’m not sure where to begin.”

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