Page 256 of Red Ruin
As he works his jaw, he rocks me onto Remy.
His tongue twists like flame. Heat crackles across my skin, sparking from my nipples and the tips of his claws.
“Good,” Remy whispers, stroking my throat. “Now feel me.”
He rocks into me. The deep thrust squeezes Vhex halfway out, dragging us both along his tantalizing knobs. Vhex snags my lip on his fang as he pulls out. Underneath the smoke of hellfire, Vhex tastes like blood and salt with justa hintof candy sweetness.
A dagger dipped in honey.
My mouth waters.
Fuck.
They’re everywhere.
Squeezing, tugging, kissing, groaning.
As Remy nips my ear, Vhex rocks forward, pushing back in.
I’m so warm, so wet for him, I don’t even feel the stretch after a few of their hypnotizing strokes.
Back and forth, in and out.
Vhex and Remy trade possession in growls and shaking caresses, working me over in alternating thrusts.
Deep.
Deeper.
Their silks feed me their pleasure.
The hot urgency of swelling cocks. Their animal hunger for my flesh and blood. And the pure, shivery dance of their silks as they revel in my soul.
I don’t know exactly what I’m sending them in return, but I love the rocking, rolling, pressed-between-them feeling, being held and stroked and cared for.
That was all I ever wanted.
Remy falters on his thrust. Fingers shaking, he squeezes my throat. “Iris.”
“Don’t stop,” I groan.
“Don’t pull away,” he counters.
“I didn’t.”I’m in too deep.
“Wife.” Vhex brings his face to mine. The red-pink whirls of his eyes leave me as dizzy as the rasp of his voice. “Stay. Let me fill you.”
He hitches his hips, edging Remy out.
“I’m full,” I groan, shaking.
“Not enough,” Remy growls and thrusts.
“More,” Vhex agrees.
Another thrust.
They fuck me back and forth, teasing and snaking their hips.
