Page 51 of Vanish Into Light

His hands slid up her thighs, and his thumbs parted her, and his tongue was hot, and wet, and Rose shut her eyes, and leaned back against Beck’s chest, overwhelmed – knowing he would hold her.

And he did. Both arms curled loosely around her. One hand splayed feather-light over her throat, holding her head back against his shoulder, and the other petting soothing over her belly, as the muscles there jumped, and shivered, and her hips canted forward, chasing the mind-numbing feel of Lance’s mouth.

“Do you like this?” Beck murmured in her ear. His tail stroked her calf, and his thumb stroked over her throbbing pulse. “His mouth is wonderful, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she agreed, high and breathy, as Lance’s tongue flicked over her entrance – and then pressed inside, a shallow penetration that left her gasping, and surging forward, nerves electric. He did it again, and again – and she wanted him deeper. Wanted to be filled, a deep ache pulsing in her pelvis.More, she thought.I need so much more, but her lips wouldn’t form the words. She was melting – he sucked her clit into his mouth and she could come like this, just like this – but she didn’t want to.

“Look,” Beck said, dark velvet in her ear.

Lance pulled back, and when she opened her eyes, and glanced down, it was to see that Beck had hooked a thumb in his mouth; had thrust it between Lance’s wet, slick lips and held him fast, fingers cupped beneath his chin.

Lance was panting, glassy-eyed and drugged-looking.

Beck said, “Not yet.” And then, “Stand up. Take off your clothes.”

Yes. Yes, that was a brilliant idea. But Rose didn’t get to watch, because Beck turned her, and scooped her up. Carried her to the bed. She could only loop limp arms around his neck and hold on, awash with sensation, her sex throbbing – her whole body throbbing – anticipation a tight coil in her belly. Beck knelt in the center of the bed, and pulled her astride him, facing him, his hard cock trapped between them.

His hand skimmed gentle on his face – while the other touched her where she was hot and dripping. “Are you ready, Rosie?” he purred. His pupils had narrowed to catlike slits, completely inhuman, and the gold irises glowed brighter than ever. He’d bit his own lip, and blood beaded there that he licked away. His voice was controlled, but his body was not; he was as caught up as her, as Lance; she thought she felt the buzzing beneath his skin when she gripped his shoulders and said, “Beck…”

“I know.” He held her waist, to steady her, and took himself in hand. Lifted her – blunt pressure at her entrance – and pulled her down, down, down, slow and sure, so that he filled her, and filled her. When her thighs kissed his, and he was fully seated inside her, her eyes burned because it was so good, it was just what she’d needed – and still not nearly enough.

Beck let out a low hiss through clenched teeth. Eyes on her face, he said, “Lance, come here.”

The mattress dipped behind her, and then Lance’s hands were on her ribs, flexing lightly, and he crowded in close behind, his chest to her back, his hard cock brushing the swell of her ass.

Feeling him there, bare and ready for her, while Beck was hard and big inside her, left her shivering.

Beck leaned in and nibbled at her lip. “Ready?”

She managed to nod.

Beck’s hands found her hips, and he lifted her – and Lance helped, higher, at her ribs, friction sparking bright and intense as she slid up nearly off of Beck’s cock…and then dropped down, so he filled her all over again, the slide and drag inside her made even more perfect by the surrounding heat of Lance behind her.

“Oh my God,” she murmured. “Oh…God.”

They guided her, at first, while she got her bearings. Lifting and lowering, lifting and lowering. Lance breathed hot and ragged against the nape of her neck, and Beck’s chest and abs flexed as he thrust up into her, meeting her descent each time Lance pressed her back down.

Then she got her knees planted on the mattress, and rolled her hips, shifting the angle, which left Beck purring, and her hands clenching tight on his shoulders; she felt his skin dent beneath her nails.

She rode him, thighs and lungs burning, chasing the bright pleasure when he hit her deep on each drop; and he gripped her tight and lifted his hips, thrusting in time to her rhythm.

Faster, faster.

Lance clutched at her breasts, thumbing over her nipples. He sucked a bruise at her throat, and she felt him thrusting shallowly at her back, his cock sliding against her ass, smearing pre-come until she was slippery there, too.

Beck kissed her – a messy, uncoordinated affair that was mostly breath, and the sharp nip of his teeth. But she couldn’t, couldn’t–

And then she was sandwiched tight between them, because Beck had Lance by the hair again, and had pulled his face over her shoulder to kiss him, all three of them moving in tandem, now, their hard bodies bracketing hers, Beck thrusting up hard.

The only sounds were the flex of the mattress springs, and the wet slap of sex – the wet sounds, too, of Beck kissing Lance wildly, recklessly. It was so – it was so–

Lance pushed her down onto Beck, and held her there, and then she was coming.

It was like shattering. Starbursts in her eyes, and lightning in her veins, and all of her clenching and pulsing and spasming around the place where Beck was buried deep. It felt like he was in her throat, and it was hard to breathe, to swallow, to think, and it felt better than anything ever had, ever.

She was scattered; stripped down to base sensation, and only dimly aware of Lance moving back –no, no, stay– and of tilting, turning; of being laid down on her back on the mattress, as her heart galloped, and her eyelids struggled to life.

Beck was still with her, hot, and strong, and sure over her, between her legs. Legs that he hooked up over his shoulders as he pressed back in. Oh. She was so sensitive. Was still pulsing and coming down, but the stroke of his cock lit fresh fires along her nerve endings, and she managed to glimpse him, winged and gorgeous above her, and grip one his horns, and drag him down. “Beck,” she murmured, before he kissed her. Before his hips pistoned, and he found his own end, inside her, a flood of heat that seemed to go on, and on, and on.

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