Page 56 of Meet Your Maker: Part One

I press my tongue against his hole and savor the sharp intake of his breath. My jaguar purrs in satisfaction, then retreats, letting me take over as I tease and taste, lick and prod. I don’t know how much prep a vamp really requires, but I want this to be perfect. I want him to enjoy this as much as I will.

I tear open the lube packet with my teeth, coating my cock thoroughly, making sure the spines are slick. I pour a generous amount onto my fingers and slip one inside him. Then another. He takes me easily, already relaxed, his hips pushing back, drawing my fingers into that silken channel.

When I add a third, he shudders, his body clenching tight around me. I find his prostate, stroking it, and he convulses, a strangled moan escaping his lips.

“Little Cat, if you don’t fuck me soon…”

I grin, unable to resist a jab. “Patience, Rucio. Do you have any idea how much edging karma you’ve built up over your existence?”

Sunday gasps, laughter bursting from her, and even Ben chuckles. With that connection humming around us, I press forward, slowly, carefully pushing inside.

It’s different from Sunday—tighter at first, then a smooth, uniform heat. Goddess, he feels like silken sin. And I know, with bone-deep certainty, that I’m going to be obsessed with this. I hope it’s not a one-time thing. I want him to need this as much as I do.

I begin to move, and his reactions are even better than I imagined. His head falls back, eyes closed, and each surge forward makes him tremble. His fingers wrap around my forearm, like he’s afraid he’ll float away. I love being the one who keeps him grounded.

A few minutes in, the coil in my belly tightens, warning me I’m not going to last. I lean over him, and he pulls his knees back, spreading wider, letting me sink even deeper. His submission steals my breath.

I lean down, my voice a raw whisper. “I’m going to come in your ass. And then I’m going to keep fucking you.”

Grayson licks his lips and nods. No smirk, no retort. Just a needy little moan. I wrap my hand around his neglected cock, knowing it’ll shatter my control. I pump him a few times, and my orgasm crashes through me, pleasure flooding between us, making everything slicker, warmer. Our scents tangle together, and I’m distantly aware of Sunday drawing closer, her eyes dark with hunger.

“Sit on his face.”

Her eyebrows lift. “What?”

“Sit on his face, Dominga. Don’t get up until he makes you come.”

She hesitates for a heartbeat, but then she climbs onto him, his hands sinking into her ass as he pulls her down, sealing her to his mouth. The sight alone makes me harden again, still buried inside him.

With that first edge taken off, I let myself play. My rhythm slows, deepens. I drag my fingers over his cock, watch his abs twitch and contract, his body fighting for control.

And I become singularly focused on breaking it.

Sunday’s hips move in tight circles, her head thrown back, breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. Ben is feasting on her tits, licking and sucking at her nipples, and each time he pulls back, she whimpers, her body trembling.

That’s what finally makes me snap. Watching them—Grayson’s fingers digging into her, Sunday’s hips growing more frantic, Ben completely focused on making her writhe and moan. It’s too much. I lick my dry lips. I need him in my mouth.

Pulling out, I brace my hands on either side of Grayson’s hips, and take him as deeply as I can, sliding my lips down his length in one smooth motion. No teasing, just the rush of pushing him to the back of my throat. His hips stutter, and I grin around him.

I support myself on one arm and keep bobbing, up and down, slow and deliberate. My other hand slips back, fingers finding that slick hole and inside, his swollen prostate. I press and massage, my jaguar humming with satisfaction at the way he shudders and clenches.

Then Sunday’s voice cuts through the haze, electric and raw. “Oh, fuck, Gray. Oh my God. Shadow, whatever you’re doin’, I’m feeling it too. Don’t stop.”

Their bond. The realization zips through me—fucking him is like fucking her too.And yeah, I really like that.

She collapses onto Ben, and he doesn’t miss a beat, driving into her again, both of them caught in the same loop of need and release that’s got the rest of us tangled up.

Grayson’s cock jerks, his body going taut beneath me. He comes with a low, broken moan, and I swallow it down, smug and satisfied. I press a kiss to the tip, feeling it twitch, still trembling from aftershocks.

My jaguar prowls forward, suggesting I bite him—his hip, his thigh, hell, even his golden cock. But instead, I help him turn over, his body languid and loose now.

His hand shoots back, fingers reaching for mine. I take it, something warm and soft settling in my chest at the way he seeks out that extra connection.

I start by licking our spot, high on his left cheek, savoring the way his muscles flutter under my tongue. I should feel nervous, maybe worry about whether this will work, but after the last thirty minutes, I can’t find a single fuck to give. Shifter bond, blood bond—none of it matters. It’s him I want, and the connection? That’s just the wrapping paper.

My jaguar shifts our teeth, and they feel strange beneath my human lips—big, dangerous, perfect for the job at hand.

I squeeze his hand—a silent warning—and he stays relaxed, open, accepting. I bite down, and his ancient blood fills my mouth, alive with magic and smoke. The bond snaps into place, immediate and electric. My jaguar leaps across the connection and is instantly met by that smoky, presence curled in Grayson’s mind.

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