Page 9 of Eternally Owned

“Oh,” she breathed.

Aleron kissed her cheek, the corners of her mouth. His tongue darted out to tease her lips as Hex’s tongue flicked the tip of her clit, and it was as if it were all one sensation, somehow.

“Oh!”

Pleasure lanced into her, biting deep into her belly, spreading outward, into her limbs. Hex’s hands slipped beneath her buttocks, holding onto her, and as Aleron plunged his tongue into her mouth, Hex thrust his tongue into her aching pussy.

It was too much, too much, as they both used their tongues to impale her—soft, hot, damp flesh in her mouth, in her pussy. And Hex’s fingers digging into her buttocks, Aleron’s hands holding her face still, as though he never intended to let her go.

Never let go…

As if in answer, Hex sucked her hard clitoris into his mouth, sucking, sucking, his fingers slipping into her needy sex. And she was coming, so damn hard she was out of her head. Her hips bucked as pleasure shimmered inside her, shocking, electric, scorching her inside and out. And as she came Hex plunged his fingers deep inside her, pulling his mouth from her still-pulsing clit, and replaced his tongue with strong, stroking thumbs, driving her climax on.

“You are ours,” Aleron whispered against her mouth before kissing her again, his tongue driving deep.

Somehow through the hammering waves of her orgasm, she felt Hex’s lips soft on the inside of her right thigh, at that apex so close to her sex, then the sharp pleasure as he sank his teeth into her flesh.

Her head reeled, her orgasm exploding in a blinding flash—dizzying, powerful, out of control. Pleasure rolled over her, again and again, pounding into her body, and all she could do was give in to it, give herself over tothem. Lovely, shattering, leaving her weak and breathless. And in between the hot flood of pleasure were brief, hazy images, as though she were peeking through a fluttering curtain: Hex in Aleron’s arms for the first time, the older vampire’s teeth sinking in, drinking from him. Hex’s delirium as pleasure rose in his body, as it came crashing over him, taking him under, then that strange sensation of his body changing, everything clear and unbelievably brilliant. The two of them taking a lovely woman, a beautiful young man. Lust, hunger, fed and sated. And through it all, her orgasm like a thundering wave pressing her down into the bed, into their hard and waiting hands.

It seemed to go on forever, even as they gathered her into their arms, kissing her cheeks, her mouth, her eyelids. It was like an endless climax, surges of pleasure still skittering over her skin, through her veins, the scent of her own blood tangy in the air.

And she floated, safe in their arms, in her dreams of Hex, of Aleron, of the Seeking Kiss.

She was part of them now.

Soon it really was too much, and the world went black.

Chapter Four

Chapter 4

She awoke to a diffused, pale light behind her eyelids. Opening her eyes, she blinked, taking in her surroundings.

She wasn’t at the Midnight Playground any longer, but in a big bed covered in a blanket of midnight-blue velvet. The light was seeping in through sheer curtains at a trio of tall, paned windows. Outside she could see the tops of trees, their leaves such a dark green they were nearly black in the early morning light. The walls of the room were covered in striped damask paper, as she’d only ever seen before in books with images of stately old English houses. The ceiling soared overhead, the center domed and decorated with plaster scrollwork. It was an incredible place. Other than the club itself, she had never been anyplace so luxurious.

Stretching, she realized she was naked, and that Hex was lying beside her. When she turned her head, his dark gaze was on her face.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to startle you.” He reached out, drawing one finger along her jaw. “But I can’t stop looking at you. You’ve been so beautiful these past hours as you slept.”

She didn’t know what to say in response. When was the last time a man had unsettled her? But this wasn’t a man.

“Where am I?”

“Aleron’s house in Highgate. If you look out the windows, you’ll see Highgate Cemetery. Aleron has an odd sense of humor at times.”

Hex grinned at her, and she had a first real glimpse of the part of him that was still human. Her heart surged, but she only smiled back.

“He’s gone, off on some business having to do with the club. I don’t ask. He should be home in an hour or so. We often sleep in here during the day, so he’ll want his bed soon enough—especially with you in it, pretty girl. You slept well. Are you still tired?” he asked her.

“No, not tired. I feel good. Just a bit dreamy.”

“Yes, that’s part of it, taking the Kiss, especially for the first time.”

“Was I… Was it all right then? I mean…” She pushed her hair from her face. “God, I sound like a girl with her first lover.”

“It’s fine—and usual, under these circumstances. You’ll probably feel strange for a few days. It gets easier, in time. Meanwhile, you can stay here with us. We’ll care for you.”

“I should go home at some point. To… God, I don’t know. Nothing seems very important right now.”

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