Page 29 of Heir of Blood and Moonlight

Bastian snapped his mouth shut and returned his focus to me. “Yeah, no, of course I’ll help.” He backed away, tugging his T-shirt off over his head. “Get her to the bed. She looks like she’s about to pass out.”

“Just don’t take any of her blood,” Gavin warned. My feet dragged as Gavin hauled me across the room. “She didn’t initiate the blood bond intentionally. It seems to be an automatic response for her with a reciprocalcommunion.”

“Understood,” Bastian said.

Gavin gently laid me down on my back on the bed, and my eyes drifted shut. I was so tired, and my head was pounding. All I wanted to do was to take the world’s longest nap.

“Stay with us, Sophie,” Gavin murmured.

Something warm and wet swept across my lips, and my tongue instinctively darted out. Chocolate and spices exploded in my mouth. Gavin’s blood.

My eyelids flew open, and a needy groan clawed its way up my throat, but Gavin was no longer there to sate my agonizing thirst. Instead, he stood beside the bed, hastily unfastening his belt. He tugged his shirt free from his slacks and jerked it open, popping off several of the buttons and sending them flying. One clinked against the lamp on the nightstand.

The bed dipped, and suddenly Bastian was there beside me. He dragged a long sharp nail—not a nail, a blackclaw—along the inside of his wrist, opening a short, deep cut. Blood welled, some dripping onto the comforter, before he could get his wrist to my mouth.

Greedily, I sealed my lips around the wound, my fingers clutching his hand and forearm tightly. I sucked, hard, pulling his potent immortal blood into my mouth. He tasted like blackberries and pine. Like hiking through the woods on a late summer day, when the berries were overripe and dripping juice on the forest floor. I sucked harder, needing more of him inside me.

The headache faded with each swallow, quickly replaced by raging desire. My hips rocked, my body wanting him to fill me up in other ways. I stroked his forearm, imagining it was another part of him.

He let out a low, deep chuckle and gripped my wrist, pulling my hand away from his arm and directing it lower, to the hot, hard length of his erection. His cock twitched when I gripped it, stroking down his shaft from head to base. Bastian’s lids lowered, his gaze heating.

The mattress dipped again, and hands that were not Bastian’s slid along my thighs, gliding up from my knees toward my hips. Holy shit. Gavin was joining the party.

Still sucking on Bastian’s wrist and stroking his shaft, I lifted my head to watch Gavin as he dragged my borrowed leggings and underwear down the length of my legs and tossed them aside. He was gloriously naked. His hands returned to my hips, his grip possessive.

I stared, mesmerized, as sigils burst to life all over his body, shining silver like moonlight. I could see them on the walls of the room now, too, illuminating the space. The sigil wrappingaround Gavin’s neck transfixed me, that intricate design formed from the phases of the moon.Mysigil, marking him asmine.

Gavin kneeled between my legs, his eyes locking with mine. His irises glowed silver, and the corners of his mouth lifted as he bowed forward and lifted my ass off the bed. The first contact of his tongue gliding along my slit made me shudder. And when his lips closed around my throbbing clit, I gasped, tearing my mouth away from Bastian’s wrist and gripping his shaft harder.

Bastian groaned, and I pulled him closer, turning my face toward his rigid cock. I opened my mouth wide and flattened my tongue, dragging it along the length of his shaft.

“Fuck,” he growled when I took him into my mouth. He buried his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, pushing himself deeper.

Gavin slid two fingers into my core, curling them expertly. He stoked my pleasure higher, coaxing me closer and closer to the edge. The agonizing ecstasy coiled tighter within me with every flick of his tongue. With every stroke of his fingers.

Bastian pulled out of my mouth and once again pressed his wrist to my lips. The instant his blood touched my tongue, sweetened by his own desire, that tantalizing pressure in my core broke, sending waves of pleasure cascading through me. My back bowed, my hips and shoulders rising off the bed. Gavin switched from flicking my clit to sucking the swollen bundle of nerves with a pulsing rhythm that synced with the waves of ecstasy pulsing out from the very center of my being.

Like before, when I hadcommunedwith Gavin in the living room, the immortal blood amplified my pleasure, extending my climax. Instead of waning, the pleasure built, each pull of blood earning a pulse of bliss, delighting my body.

The sigils blazed on Gavin’s skin, burning brighter with each swallow of Bastian’s blood. Gavin lifted his head and withdrew his fingers, finally letting the climax fade. I relaxed back onto thebed and released Bastian’s wrist, feeling like I was floating on the mattress.

The reprieve lasted only a moment, because Gavin’s hands gripped my hips once more, lifting my ass off the bed, and the blunt head of his glorious cock nudged my slick entrance. I gasped, my back arching as he thrust his hips forward, filling me completely. He didn’t give me a chance to adjust to his large size, but pounded into me straight away, a man possessed.

Bastian leaned over me, pressing his lips against mine. His mouth was greedy, his tongue coaxing my lips open and tangling with mine. One of his hands glided over my breasts, pinching and twisting my right nipple until I cried out from the sharp burst of pain. But as soon as he released my nipple, the pleasure from Gavin’s unrelenting thrusts doubled, amplified by the pain.

Acting on instinct, I reached for Bastian’s twitching erection. I cravedmore. I wanted, needed, to have him inside me, too. My fingers curled around his rigid cock, and I gripped it, hard.

“I want this,” I said, breaking the kiss and squeezing his shaft.

Gavin pulled out of my swollen, greedy pussy, and I whimpered. “Get on your knees so I can fuck that pretty mouth,” he ordered roughly.

Practically panting from the torrid lust coursing through my body, I scrambled onto my hands and knees and faced Gavin. He rose on his knees, his proud erection bobbing in front of my face, glistening with my wetness. He gripped the base with one hand, angling the tip toward my mouth, and tangled his other hand in my hair.

Behind me, Bastian swept a hand down the length of my spine, then dipped his fingers between my legs to stroke my slick sex and tease my throbbing clit. My mouth opened as I sucked in a breath, sinking into the delicious sensations.

Gavin took advantage of the moment, pressing forward. His velvety head glided past my lips, his salty pre-cum coating mytongue. I raised my hands to grip his ass and took him deep into my mouth. His grip tightened in my hair, angling my head backward, and I peered up at him to see him gazing down at me, his expression rapt, his silver eyes on fire.

Bastian pulled his hand away, and again, I whimpered, wriggling my ass.

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