Page 14 of Eternally Theirs

Chapter Four

“Deo. Mercy.”

Ever moved into the room, drawn to their twined, naked bodies on the big bed. They looked like some exquisite piece of art to him. A Canova sculpture. Just as lovely, with their sleek immortal skin, that divine contrast of light and dark. Except that they were all light, these two, as fresh and sweet as any mortal he’d ever come upon.

That was their magic. He’d been thinking about it all day. The fact that they were vampires, yet had come to it without the hard edge most humans had when they decided to let go of their mortal lives. When people came to the Midnight Playground, yearning for the Turning Kiss, willing to do anything to be offered immortality, there was always a reason behind it. Those who came here did so because they had nothing left to lose in the mortal realm. But these two were different. And their innocent magic had awakened his senses, senses that had been deadening bit by bit these last years. Perhaps even decades.

“Ever?” Mercy’s voice, as soft as she was.

“I am here.”

“Will you come to us?” Deo asked.

He could hear the desire in the young vampire’s tone, felt his cock harden simply knowing they wanted him.

He crossed the room, shedding his clothes. Naked, he stood over them, watching them. Mercy licked her full lower lip and his balls pulled tight.

“You are almost too lovely to bear,” he told them.

It was true. Mercy’s body was petite, but with lush curves, her hips and breasts full. The ultimate in femininity. Her strawberry hair lay in long waves on the pillows, a lock draped over Deo’s arm around her narrow waist. And her face… the delicate jaw, the plush pink mouth almost pornographic in what was the sweetest of features, her eyes the lightest, glossy blue imaginable.

“Ever?” she asked again.

“I am only admiring you, little beauty,” he answered. “In all my centuries, with all I’ve seen, I almost cannot believe you are real. You’re like a fairy. Like the Ljósálf, the light elves I knew of in my youth.”

“I’m real, Ever. Come to us, find out how real I am. How real we can be together.

Please.”

“Ah…”

He tore his clothes off, let them fall in tatters to the marble floor, and moved in, leaning over them. Deo drew him down with a strong hand, until Ever lay between them on the bed. Mercy pressed against his chest, her breasts a symphony of silken flesh.

Except for her hard nipples. His cock filled.

Behind him, Deo was all sleek planes—muscle and flesh and a sprinkling of hair on his chest and belly. And below that, his cock pressing against him, thick and hard.

Deo’s arm went around Ever, and Ever joined hands with him, their fingers lacing.

Together, they stroked Mercy’s body, making her squirm, making her sigh with pleasure. He brushed her mouth with his, and her lips were so damn sweet, he could hardly stand it.

Must be inside her.

Mercy arched her hips, and he felt the hot press of her pussy against his cock, her panting breath against his face.

Now.

“Open for me,” he commanded.

Mercy slid one leg over his hips, and with one quick thrust, he was inside her. “Ah, you feel like heaven, little beauty. I am going to fuck you so hard.” “Yes, Ever,” she gasped, her hot sheath tightening around him.

“And you will fuck me, Deo. Fuck my ass. Do it now.”

Deo shifted, his thick cock pressing, searching, until it finally slid between his ass cheeks. Ever let his body still, and opened for Deo, who slipped the head of his cock inside him. There was that momentary burn even the vampires felt when Deo buried his cock deep.

“Ah, perfect,” Ever muttered as sensation shimmered through him.

As Mercy lifted her chin, pressing her mouth hungrily to his, they all began to move. He arched his hips, surging into her hot sex as Deo drove his cock deeper into Ever’s ass. Pleasure was a fierce heat in his ass, his cock, his mouth. Mercy ground her hips into his, her sweet pussy like heated velvet, sleek and wet. Deo’s cock was ramming into him now, over and over. Sensation shafted into his body as Deo bit into the back of his neck.

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