Page 66 of Heir of Blood and Moonlight

Flesh pressed against my lips. A wrist. Bastian’s wrist, based on the woodsy scent. I immediately dug my teeth into his skin, releasing a gush of hot, sweet blood into my mouth, my taste buds exploding with rich blackberries and pine.

Apparently that was the distraction Gavin needed, because suddenly he was pushing deeper into me. He moved slowly, gently, giving my body time to adjust to this new intrusion. The immortal blood coating his cock soaked into my body, making me tingle and ache with sexual need in places I had never even considered erotic.

But I didn’t want him to be slow and gentle. I wanted to be filled. Fucked. Devoured.

On his next careful withdrawal, when only his head was sheathed within me, I pushed backward against him, hard. Pleasure burst through my body, the sudden climax blotting out my vision with silver stars as I pulsed around Gavin’s cock. Gavin clutched my hips tight, holding my ass flush against him. More of his hot, wet blood dripped down my crack.

Bastian’s blood flowing down my throat ensured this orgasm would go on and on with minimal stimulation. It didn’t stop when Ash pulled his head out from between my legs or when Gavin stood with me, buried to the hilt in my ass, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs. Eyes squeezed shut, I clutched onto Bastian’s wrist and pulled more of his blood into me, riding the blissful waves.

But then another body moved in front of me, two larger hands replacing Gavin’s on my thighs as a thick cock nudged my swollen, needy slit. My eyes snapped open as Ash thrust his blood-coated length into me. I stared into Ash’s pale blue eyes, my breath stolen, my body pulsing with pleasure.

Sandwiched between these two immortals, their blood soaking into me from the core of my being while another immortal’s blood filled my mouth, I hovered in a state of stunned euphoria. This was nirvana. The sole purpose of existinghadto be to reach this state. To feelthisblissfully good. I had never really considered sex a spiritual experience, but this was truly divine.

Lost to the bloodlust and bliss, I became a frenzied, greedy creature. I wanted more of each of them. I wanted all of them filling all of me. I couldn’t get enough. I needed more—more of them, more immortals, more blood.More.

Grunting as Gavin and Ash thrust into me with savage synchronicity, I tore my mouth away from Bastian’s wrist and craned my neck, seeking Gavin’s throat. His blood was the only of my consorts’ I had yet to take during thiscommunion, and I craved his spiced chocolate taste. I knew, in my soul, that I wouldn’t be satisfied until his blood flowed through me, too.

I struck like a predator, sinking my teeth into Gavin’s flesh until his delicious blood filled my mouth.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Bastian groaned.

I moaned, power swirling in my chest, like the blood from my immortals had formed a whirlwind around my heart. It swelled, fueled by my pleasure and by that of my consorts. Bigger and bigger, the whirlwind grew until I was full to bursting, not just in the core of my being, but at the root of my soul. The bliss escalated to a mind-shattering intensity, and it could no longer be contained.

With nowhere else to go, the power exploded out of me, overwhelming my senses with pure ecstasy unlike anything I had ever felt before. Gasping, I pulled my mouth away from Gavin’s throat as intense spasms of euphoria racked my body.

Between one thudding heartbeat and the next, a brilliant, silver glow burst out of me, showering the bedroom in moonlight. Gavin let out a guttural groan and buried himself in me, clutching me close. Ash thrust his hips forward, slamming into me until I saw stars, and he collapsed against us.

“Fuck,” Bastian moaned, and I felt his stubbled cheek press against my hip.

I let my head loll to the side on Gavin’s shoulder to see that Bastian had dropped to his knees, his cock fisted in his hand, hisrelease spurting across his thigh. Bastian dragged his lips across my hip, taking what piece of me he could get.

Slowly, gently, Ash lowered my legs to the floor, his spent erection sending aftershocks of ecstasy shooting through my body as it brushed over my overstimulated clit. I shuddered in Gavin’s hold, my legs trembling. Ash leaned forward, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“Go clean up and meet us in the sitting room,” Gavin murmured. And then he scooped me up, an arm under my knees, the other curled around my shoulders, and he carried me into the bathroom.

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My eyes drifted shut,and I rested my head on his shoulder, listening to the sound of running water and feeling the kiss of rising steam. He was filling the tub, I realized. Minutes later, he sank into the wickedly hot water, pulling me into the bathtub with him. He situated me so I was lying with my back to his chest, my hips nestled between his legs.

His lips brushed against my neck, over the open bite wounds that were now purely sore, no hint of pleasure. I whimpered at the shock of pain, but a moment later, a tingling warmth melted it away as his blood healed my wounds.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Gavin chuckled. “I should be the one thanking you,” he said, the low rumble of his voice vibrating against my back. “You were spectacular.”

My cheeks flamed. “I’ve never done that,” I confessed. “What you did to me, I mean. I’ve never . . .”

Gavin brushed his lips over my freshly healed skin, sending goosebumps cascading down my arms. “Did you like it?”

I huffed out a guffaw and craned my neck to meet his eyes. “You’re kidding, right?”

Gavin’s lips curved into a pure, sweet smile, and he pressed his mouth to mine in a brief, gentle kiss. Pulling away, he reached for a washcloth and plunged it through the velvety bubbles covering the surface of the water. “How do you feel?”

I turned my thoughts inward, focusing on the hum in my blood. “Electrified,” I admitted.

“Good,” he said as he ran the sudsy cloth down my arms and over my breasts, the contact against my nipples making my eyelashes flutter. He washed my belly and moved over my hips and down my thighs, moving inward as he made the return trip up my legs. I winced when he reached my sex. The immortal blood they had used as lubricant had protected my tender inner flesh, but my outer lips and clit were definitely sore.

With a low growl, Gavin raised one hand to his mouth. He bit into his wrist, then submerged the open wound under the bubbles, turning the bathwater a rosy pink and filling the room with the rich scent of his blood. “Give it a few minutes for the blood to soak in.”

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