Page 168 of Red Ruin
Others pinch and roll my labia.
“Fuck. You like that,” Vhex groans, gripping my hips with his claws.
“So do you.” When I rock against Remy’s mouth, Vhex’s ridge responds. It’s sensitive—like a second cock.
“I fucking love whatever you love.” Vhex keeps teasing my ass. His cock is trapped somewhere between me and his thighs. He grinds and growls and grabs me tighter. Sparks fly from his fingertips, teasing my nipples and skating down my ribs.
I drown in his heat and Remy’s thirst.
I bounce my hips in little ragged pulses, so desperate for more friction that I can’t give a fuck about anything else. It should be rough, but my jerky motion turns into a glide.
“Why is it so wet?” I moan.
Vhex chuckles and palms my stomach. His fin shifts to make room for his fingers, then he drags through what feels like half a bottle of warmed-up gel. “Self-lubricating.”
Rabid goblin energy boils from his soul. It’s the kind of possessive that clings with claws. He wants to rip into Kevan’s throat with his teeth, then fuck me while the lich bleeds out.
I shudder.
I think I’ll let him have his way.
Remy snarls.
My feet fly over his shoulders as he seals his mouth around my clit. My toes twist against his desk.
The angle drags me lower on Vhex’s thighs.
“Mine,” he growls and cradles me back, tugging against the shadows until he’s spooned around my lifted hips. Somehow, his tip hits the very back of my entrance.
Remy’s tongues drive deep. I catch the barest rub from Vhex’s textured knobs.
My breath hitches.
The guys aren’t exactly cooperating. Bumping me back and forth, they tease all my favorite spots, but never enough.
“More,” I gasp and lift my hips, desperate to grind against Remy’s mouth.
Shadows clamp my legs and pin me down.
Fuck.
Remy’s too hungry to stop.
I grab Remy’s skull and anchor my fingers in his scattered, black-and-silver hair. His ear-points scrape my palms. Beneath the slope of my stomach, he watches me with eyes that glint pure red.
Part man. Part vampire.
He licks like I’m dripping honey down his throat.
His bottomless hunger makes my pussy throb.
I clench on shadows and nothing else.
My left thigh shakes the most.
“Remy,” I groan.
At first, Remy only thirsted for my blood.
