Page 30 of Death Comes for Her
“…the wolves won’t be a problem…”
“You fail to understand the numbers—”
One of them flicked the switch by the door and dim electric lighting flashed into the darkest crevices of the room. I blinked away the sudden intrusion as my heart leapt into the base of my throat.
“I don’t fail to understand shit, you poncy asshole. I control the wolves. Our guests have nothing…”
“Nothing to be concerned about. As you’ve said. However, your beasts will go rabid once—”
“Not any more rabid than usual.” Dante rolled his eyes. “They’re werewolves. Being feral and nasty is part of their charm.”
Simon held up a finger in warning, cold eyes piercing the bulkier vampire. “The same could be said of you. Feral. Nasty.”
Then the door shut, and the sound echoed through my ears like thunder. I watched in dawning horror as they sauntered into the room together. Why were they arriving at the same time?
Dante placed a hand over his heart mockingly. “So, you think I’m charming?”
“You’re hard to deal with,” Simon sneered.
“Yet you’re still here, dealing with me.” Dante’s smile was saccharine.
An agitated tension bristled around them, radiating toward me. It set my teeth on edge, and I gripped the book in my lap with white knuckles as if the tome was a lifeline. I very well recalled what happened the first time they fed from me together. And the increasing intensity of each feeding… their joint arrival was worrisome to put it lightly.
Yet that didn’t hinder the small flicker of something enticing behind my navel. That spark of corruption, the hunger for my new addiction, flared to life and roused in my veins.
“Incorrigible bastard,” Simon bit back. His eyes cut to me, and I cowered deeper into my chair. His pupils blew wide as he glanced at me, taking in my appearance and the book in my lap. When his tongue flicked over his bottom lip, my insides quivered.
Fuck, I knew what that tongue could do.
“There’s the pet we’ve been looking for,” Dante barked.
Dante dropped himself onto the couch opposite my chair. He thumped a hand on his lap, flicking his brows at me expectantly. Moving like a trained pet, I stood from my seat, knees trembling as I moved to obey his silent command. Not for the first time, I settled myself in his lap, feeling his hard thighs tense beneath me.
“We have much to do, so we’ve come together.” Simon flashed a warning glare at Dante. “We’re just here to feed.”
“Fuck off.” Dante waved a dismissive hand before dropping it to my hair.
“Alright.” I swallowed over a dry tongue as the dark-haired vampire caught my hands behind my back and swiftly tied them together with the fabric he pulled from his pocket. Once secured, he brushed the golden tresses away from my shoulder, exposing my neck for his greedy mouth.
Simon merely rolled his eyes as he elegantly sat across from us. Dante twisted to the side as his brother settled into the seat, facing one another. My knees brushed against Simon’s, and my eyes flared.
Caught between the beasts once again. Only this time, not as afraid and traitorously aroused. On instinct, I twisted in Dante’s lap, struggling against the fabric on my wrists. The lack of give, the restraint, made heat flush through my insides.
Simon placed his hands on my knees, carefully lifting the layers of my dress until he’d exposed my thighs. Dante traced his lips over the side of my neck, and my head fell back as my chest heaved. Cold, lean fingers explored the inside of my thighs and sharp teeth nipped at the delicate flesh of my neck.
A whimper fell from my lips. No amount of wriggling or struggle would free me from that moment, not unless my masters allowed it, and there would be no complaint from me.
Simon locked gazes with me while bowing forward. He pointedly smirked against my thigh, knowing I remembered what happened last time. Because he smelled my arousal. One flare of his nostril and glance at my underwear and his eyes glinted as if entitled to that physical reaction.
Dante caressed a hand over my stomach, stopping to grope my breast. My nipple went taut under the fabric. His fangs penetrated my skin, gold blood flowing over his tongue and drawing a deep groan from my throat as he sucked. My backbowed away from his chest, which only shoved my hips into Simon’s face. And his fangs entered my thigh in his favored spot.
The intoxicating flood of vampire venom infiltrated my veins, sweeping me into a maelstrom of twisting arousal. A drawn-out moan vented from me, and my muscles went taut, straining against the wanton fire building in my core. Paired with hot mouths sealed to my sensitized skin and hard bodies controlling me, I had no power, becoming lost in the tide.
Simon sucked on my thigh, groaning from the drug of my blood melting down his throat. The hand on my hip shifted and a firm thumb pressed into my swollen clit through my underwear. My head knocked back on Dante’s shoulder as pleasure ripped through my stomach.
Dante laughed despite his fangs in my throat. The deep rumbling vibrated against my back. I closed my eyes, whimpering as his rough, thick fingers dipped into the neckline of my dress and assaulted my pebbled nipples. His warm palm groping my breast soothed the ache from the twisting pressure.
The thumb on my clit pressed the damp fabric against my lower lips, causing an odd friction that surprised me. Simon grunted, fangs pinching harder as his thumb worked at the bundle of nerves. Tight circles made my empty cunt clench around nothing, wishing for more, wishing for something hard and girthy to stretch and fill the damnable ache.
