Page 223 of Caelum

Perfect.

“Help me,” I rasped, my voice low and threaded with need. I was hungry, but not for food, and after five days asleep, that made no sense, and yet, it spoke of a different need. A need to be taken, to be Chosen and Claimed by these men too. “Make me yours.”

Two grunts were my answer, and Reed began to pull away. Fear whispered down my nerve endings—where was he going? Just as I started to panic, he pressed a kiss to my shoulder and whispered, “Relax, Chosen.”

Quivering at his verbal Claiming, I realized he was stripping, and I could hear the murmur of his clothes as the fabric bunched. And while he was busy, Samuel was too. He stared up at me with hot eyes, eyes that Claimed me in turn. His grip on me changed as he urged me into sitting higher on my knees so that there was space between us. I pouted at the distance, then something insidious flashed deep inside me as he reached for his hardness.

What did Dre call it?

A cock.

My mouth watered with a need that was foreign to me. It was like I was hungry, my mouth salivating for cake and certainly not…

Was it wrong to taste a man’s hardness?

His cock?

I gulped, swallowing thickly as Samuel groaned. “Don’t look at me like that, Eve. You’ll make me come.”

My eyes widened. “I will?” I wasn’t sure that was possible, but what I knew about things like this could be written on the back of a postage stamp.

“Yes,” he replied on a gruff chuckle, one that managed to sound pained. “You will.”

I wouldn’t lie about that making empowerment surge through me. I was hot and ready for something; I just wasn’t sure what. And considering I had two men in the room, with ‘something’ on their minds, I figured I’d best get with the program before I ended up biting off more than I could chew.

“Are you certain you’re ready for this?” he growled out, surprising me with how in tune he was with me.

“Ready?” I blinked at him. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

A snort sounded from behind us. “Yeah, Sam. She’s only been asleep for five days solid. Why wouldn’t she be ready for a threesome?”

Samuel grunted, but I frowned and answered, “I feel fine.”

“You were shaking earlier,” Sam argued.

“I know, but I’m not now.” And that was the God’s honest truth. Whatever reason for my earlier weakness was no longer there. Wasthiswhat I needed to feel revitalized? Because I seriously felt as though I could climb a damn mountain and not get tired.

“Come here, mate,” he grated out, his pain sounding clearer now that he had my assurance I was well. His hand was on his cock and he was holding it upright. Was I supposed to sit on it?

I licked my lips and decided that if there was some kind of research material that would make me better at this, I was going to spend a few hours gorging on it and learning every single thing I could.CosmoandWikipediaweren’t enough.

Even as I wondered if there was video material that might be more informative, he rasped, “Come here,” and with his other hands, he urged me forward. My hands slammed onto his chest to keep me from collapsing against him.

When his cock brushed my softness for the first time in this position, my eyes shuttered closed. How couldn’t they? It felt different. Like it was harder, like that nub was being directly ‘prodded’ but in the best possible way.

Shivering, I whispered, “That feels so good.” My words ended on a moan when he did it again, rubbing me over and over until I could feel slick juices run down my inner thighs. Reed reappeared halfway through andbegan teasing my nipples once more, and he sucked on my throat as though he were the Vampire and not Samuel.

When his teeth scraped against the tender flesh, however, I shot off like a rocket, because just thinking about Samuel’s teeth burrowing through my skin and sucking down my blood made me want to come.

“Now,” Reed bit off, and even as the fireworks that were igniting behind my eyes carried on, I felt the blunt tip of Samuel’s cock penetrate my slickness.

He was so thick, so hot. So damn right inside me. My hands began to burn, raging with a heat I knew Samuel had to feel against his pecs. Even though I felt weak with pleasure, I bowed lower over him so he could access my throat when he was ready because that was all I wanted—his fangs inside me.

When the soul of a Vampire became the dominant one, and after he crossed through Caelum’s portal, the creature’s fangs were supposed to erupt in the tiniest of shifts. Were Samuel’s there now? Even if he hadn’t crossed the portal? I hadn’t noticed before, and I wished I had. I wanted them against my skin more than I wanted Reed’s fingers on my breasts—and that was saying something.

With a whimper, I felt Reed’s and Samuel’s hands drop down to my butt and they began to rock me without me having to do anything. They… I knew the word from movies but felt hot and shaky inside for even thinking it. Theyfuckedme. Over and over again.

Samuel was hot and slippery with sweat, but my hands stayed on his pecs, where a burning heat seemed to send fire through our veins. I whimpered as the fireworks began to sizzle in my blood again, and the shadows and light began to play behind my eyes, and just when I knew I was about to fall over the edge into nothingness, he bit.

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