Page 17 of Eternally Theirs

“Ah, you two will kill me with desire,” Ever moaned. “Come and kiss me while he gives me head, my lovely Mercy.”

Ever reached for her as Deo bent to his task once more. And as her mouth met Ever’s, his lips and breath, that unearthly combination of cool flesh and wet heat, she went loose all over. He tasted like eternity. Sex. Deo’s flesh and her own. It was intoxicating. His tongue was pure silk against hers. His teeth grazed her lower lip for a moment before he bit.

She felt the first drop of blood on his tongue like a shock—that connection once more, as strong as it had been when they’d all been fucking. She felt Ever’s pleasure as Deo swallowed his cock, the great pleasure Deo took in Ever’s stony flesh, and Ever’s hand working at Deo’s cock in long, hard strokes. Their sensations merged, became her own. She felt it like some sublime heat blossoming between her thighs.

She moaned, opened her thighs, and without her asking for what she needed, Ever moved his other hand over her wet cleft. His clever fingers found the hard nub of her clit and pressed, rubbed, pinched.

She panted into his mouth. He pinched harder. At the same time, Deo’s hand found her breast, tugged hard at her nipple. She came apart all at once, came in a sharp torrent of sensation, gasping into Ever’s open mouth. He kissed her harder, pinched her clit harder, until the pain was nearly unbearable, but unbearably sweet at the same time.

Her head spun as her climax thundered through her. From some distant place she heard Deo cry out, felt the pulsing of his cock as he came in Ever’s hand. And still he sucked on Ever’s cock. Finally, as Ever came in a hot spurt down Deo’s throat, she tasted the salt and sugar of his vampiric come—and saw into his past.

A woman with golden hair falling in rippling waves around her full hips. She turned, and Mercy saw her face—heart-shaped with high, rounded cheekbones. Flawless. Beautiful. Except there was a strange light in her eyes that were the gray of a storm-tossed sea and as brilliant as smoky crystals.

She smelled the salt, then. Looking beyond the woman, she saw a ragged line of cliffs that let into the ocean.

“Ever,” the woman said.

He moved to join her.

Vérún

His love for her filled her heart, her mind, as he joined her at the mouth of the cave. Together they stood as the sun sank and the sky went dark. He held her in his arms, her naked breasts pressed to his chest. He was hard for her. Yearning for her. She lowered her head to his chest, bit into the flesh below his nipple, and he cried out as she drank. He saw her darkness—it filled his head even as his cock swelled.

Need to be inside her. To have her. To keep her safe. Keep her with me… Vérún.

She moved against him, and he felt her slick little pussy on his thigh as she straddled him. He lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he impaled her with a cry.

Vérún!

Together they moved. Pleasure was hot and sharp. His heart hammered as his hips arched, as she took him into her body, over and over, as she bit into his shoulder, then his neck, pulling his blood into her hot mouth, tearing his flesh. Still, he could only see a darkness inside her. But he kept fucking her. Kept loving her.

Vérún.

She gasped as she came, then screamed. He was coming too, his hips pistoning. And before he was done with the final shivers of his climax, she was crying—still drinking from the wound in his throat, pulling at his blood and sobbing against his skin.

“Vérún,” he whispered, his body going weak as she drained him. “Do not do this, my love.”

His fingers went into her long, silky hair, trying to pull her head back. She fought him even as she cried.

“Stop, my love. I cannot fight your sadness if I am made too weak.”

She latched on. Cried harder. Drank more deeply, until he had to dig into her scalp and yank her head back so hard he heard the bones of her neck crack with the force of it.

He was gasping for breath. She had taken too much again. He blinked at her lovely face, which was covered in her tears, his blood.

“Ah…” She made a noise, a strangled sound coming from deep in her throat. She pushed away from him and fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.

“No, Vérún.”

He bent over her and gathered her in his arms, his heart breaking.

If only he could take her sadness from her, the shadows that haunted her mind, that had begun to fill it completely lately.

Vérún. His lover. His love.

“I want to die,” she sobbed.

“No,” he protested. “You cannot leave me.”

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