Page 28 of Eternally Theirs

She could feel him shivering beneath his calm tone as they both looked at Ever. His ancient face was full of shadows, his lips a tense line.

“Ever,” Deo demanded, his grip on her body tightening.

She watched as Ever’s shoulders dropped, as his face absolutely fell, his eyes glistening. Was it tears she saw pooled there? He came to them, went down on his knees once more, drawing them both with him onto the plush Persian rug. She went into his hard embrace willingly, her body, her heart, melting.

“Forgive me, my loves. Both of you.” He kissed her mouth softly, then Deo’s.

“We understand,” Deo said, stroking Ever’s hair as he would Mercy’s. “You are only trying to protect Mercy. To protect us.”

“I would die to see you both safe.”

When Ever brought his lips back to hers, she could taste Deo on them. Her body lit with need, a sinuous heat surging through her veins.

Need you both.

They pressed in on either side. She could feel how hard they both were—their beautiful immortal bodies. Their hard immortal cocks.

“Now,” she said quietly.

Ever lifted her in his arms. “I need to wash the stench of that vile creature from us all. Come.”

Deo led the way into the bathroom, turned on the hot water in the enormous shower. He stripped his clothes off in moments. Ever set her on her feet and gently slid the robe from her shoulders, then he was naked. Together, they moved into the shower.

The white marble was cool beneath her feet for several moments. Then, as Deo and Ever surrounded her, as the hot water fell all around them, she warmed—her feet, her body, her immortal blood. Their hands were on her, their bodies pressing against hers, Ever in front of her and Deo behind her. She loved the hard planes of their bodies, one as hard as oak, the other like the marble that lined the shower. She smoothed her hands over Ever’s face as he bent to kiss her throat, letting her head fall back to rest on Deo’s chest.

“Love you, Mercy,” he whispered in her ear, making her smile.

“Love you, Mercy,” Ever murmured against her throat, echoing Deo.

He kissed her there, softly, let his eyeteeth scrape her skin. She shivered.

“Drink from me, Ever. I can’t wait. Please.”

He didn’t answer, just let his fangs sink into her flesh. She felt his silky tongue against her skin, and exquisite pleasure filled her as he pulled her blood into his mouth.

“Ah…”

From behind her, Deo’s hips were surging, pressing his hard cock against the small of her back. His hands came around to cup the weight of her breasts. He brushed the hardened tips of her nipples with his fingertips, sending pleasure coursing through her like lightning, like fire.

“Come on, Deo. Pinch me.”

A small laugh from him as he did as she asked, squeezing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Yes. Oh, just like that.”

She sighed her pleasure as Ever drank from her, one small drop, then another, while Deo teased her nipples, gently squeezed her breasts. It was like some lovely sort of torture that neither of her lovers had touched her aching pussy yet, that neither of them filled her as she needed to be filled.

She squirmed, undulating between them. Then she reached down, taking Ever’s cock in her hand.

“Ah yes, stroke him, my love,” Deo instructed.

She ran her fingers down the length of Ever’s shaft and smiled when he shuddered, his tongue flicking at her throat. Deo pressed closer, his cock sliding in between the cheeks of her ass, his hands still playing her nipples. Clever. Wicked. Lovely.

“I’m going to fuck you, love,” he said quietly, some small threat in his low tone. She loved it.

“Yes, Deo. Now. I need you. I need you both inside me.”

Ever raised his head. There was one tiny crimson drop at the corner of his mouth. Mercy stood on her toes and leaned into him to lick it off.

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