Page 31 of Newly Undead in Dark River

“No, Ma’am,” Judge said, leaning over to take my nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, before sliding his fangs back in.

The orgasm that crashed over me was unlike anything I had ever felt. Screw fireworks, I saw the fucking Big Bang as lights danced in my eyes and my body gripped them both, holding them where I wanted them. The magic of Brody’s blood, mixed with the pleasure of his body and the pure bliss of Judge’s bite, and it was freaking apocalyptic.

Taking me at my word, they continued to suck and fuck my body as I whimpered, my body grinding into Brody’s until he was slamming into me hard, only the steady weight of Judge across my breasts stopped me banging into my headboard over and over. Finally, Brody gave a primal roar that was completely inhuman and arched, his orgasm bringing me with him until our combined panting was all you could hear in the room.

Brody rolled off me with a groan, his fingers reaching out to touch me instinctively. I wrapped my fingers in his. I felt wrung out, but my blood was still electrified in my veins.

Judge lifted his head and grinned down at me, my blood still on his lips. “We aren’t done yet, Rainy Day. We are only just getting started.”

The predator that shared my skin curled its lip. We were ready. She wanted more.

Brody’s heart was still thundering, and it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. Pushing myself up onto my hands and knees, I crawled up his body until we were face to face. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his in a hard kiss filled with every ounce of pent up emotion I had.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

He grinned back. “You really, really don’t need to thank me for that, Babe. Any fucking time.”

Judge made a happy humming noise from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder. He was staring down at me, his gaze hooded with so much desire that I felt like I could come again just from his eyes caressing my body like that.

“Don’t move, Rainy Day. This is perfect.” His hands slid up my thighs, then over my ass, squeezing hard. He ran them up over my lower back, his hands spread wide until they curled around my shoulders and he pulled me up so my back was pressed against his chest and his hard cock was nestled against my ass. He leaned forward and nuzzled his face into the curve of my neck before his teeth pierced the skin and he took long, hard draws that felt like it was tugging directly on my clit.

I moaned like a hussy. My head started to fuzz, and my sight got blurry as I lost more blood.

Only Judge’s strong hands were stopping me from collapsing.

Eventually, he pulled away and lowered me gently onto Brody’s chest. “That should be most of the tainted blood, but she’s going to need more of you,” he said to the other man over my shoulder.

Brody must have said yes, but I wasn’t sure he could have stopped me if he tried. My predator struck, but Judge’s restraining strength was there again, holding me back. “Not in the neck, Darlin’, you’ll draw too quick, and Brodes will end up nothing but a husk. Take it from his chest, just above his heart.”

He moved me where he meant, and I struck, not overly gently, which was something I’d feel horrible about later. I took a long, deep suck, and a part of my brain realized what Judge was saying. It didn’t fill my mouth like it did when I’d taken it straight from his jugular. It was a slower release, safer for the man who’d given me so much already.

The contented noises soon turned to moans as Judge slid himself into my body with aching slowness. Such a contrast to Brody, who was wild and untamed. Judge was smooth and methodical as his hands adjusted my hips to get the exact right angle. Pleasure rode my body hard, making me suck harder and Brody moan as he ground his cock into the softness of my stomach. At that moment I was glad our bites were pleasurable because this was so damn perfect. I moaned against Brody’s skin, the taste of him and the feel of Judge too much and I came again. And again.

Sometime around my eighth orgasm of the night, I felt eyes on my face. Looking up, I appreciated the long lines of Brody’s face as his head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes closed. And just past his head was Sheriff Walker Walton, watching us with true hunger contorting his face. Brody was so far gone, his movements ragged as he thrust in time with my sucking motions, that he didn’t even sense Walker in the room. But Judge knew. He started fucking me harder, no longer happy with slow and methodical. He was making me his and driving me wild, taunting the good Sheriff with what he could have if he just pulled the stick out of his ass.

And the whole time, with the taste of one man on my tongue and another buried deep inside of me, I didn’t take my eyes off Walker. Not until the orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami, forcibly closing my eyes against the sensations, Judge’s groans sliding against my skin as he came deep inside me.

When I opened my eyes again, Walker was gone.

Chapter Twelve

Iwoke up the next morning sinfully sore, and to the sound of someone dry retching. Bolting upright in bed, I looked around the darkened room. Brody was lightly snoring beside me, his naked body completely exposed. I took a moment to let my gaze travel downward, soaking in the picturesque view.

Then the heaving sounds echoed around my apartment again, and I was up and in the bathroom in an instant. Judge hugged the toilet bowl, as gutfuls of undigested blood poured from his mouth. His shoulders shook with the violence at which his body was expelling my blood.

“Was it something you ate?” I asked, and Judge looked over his shoulder, a small smile curling his lips before he keeled over, wrapping his body into a ball. I knelt beside him on the tiles as he moaned in pain.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s the effects of the bad blood. Alice said the comedown is rough,” Walker said from behind me, and I stood and turned. Then remembered I was naked.

Refusing to be embarrassed, I strolled to the hook on my bathroom wall and grabbed my robe, lazily tying it around my waist, but I was insanely aware of Walker’s heated gaze on my body. I worked hard at playing it cool. The guy literally saw me being pounded by one guy and eating another. The time for modesty was probably gone.

I sat down beside Judge, pulling his head into my lap so I could stroke his hair. He moaned, nuzzling against my thigh and the femoral artery that sat there. He was so pale he looked almost grey, and he was sweating so badly that his skin had a light layer of moisture. “Will my blood help him recover faster?”

Snippets of Judge’s conversation with Brody flickered into my mind. He’d knew filtering out my blood would have this effect, and he did it anyway. “You didn’t have to do this. But thank you,” I whispered to him, wiping at the hair that had stuck to his face away.

“Drinking your blood won’t help him recover any faster, at this point he’s just throwing everything up. It’s his body’s way of expelling the toxins. Eventually, he’ll have to replenish what he’s lost, but not from you. Your body is weak as it is.”

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