Page 43 of Death Comes for Her
“You are neither meek nor helpless.” Simon’s calculated reservation softened, giving an ounce of warmth to his strategically icy gaze.
“Gods-damn right about that. All things are possible through violence, and I know that golden creature is plenty capable when the need arises,” Dante laughed. He idly stroked his side where I’d stabbed him, as if fond of the memory.
“This is no slight inconvenience; you must realize that.” A drawn-out sigh breached me as I crossed my arms over my chest, guarding myself while containing the living rage inside me. “I’ve come to terms with my circumstances here, but Sanctus Ambrose is another matter entirely.”
“Why do you need to know?” Dante asked.
I turned to Simon to answer. “You said I was a survivor. If you truly meant that, I need information. Please don’t leave me in the dark.”
Death is coming. My ear twitched with the whispered memory from my mother’s spirit.
I needed to know how close I’d encounter their Grandmaker. If I fell into his orbit for whatever amount of time, fate required an act of vengeance from me.
“You’re right,” Simon relented. “You need not water yourself down for our incoming… guests.” His lips peeled back, fangs flashing with distaste.
“Right, if those posh bastards can’t handle our pretty golden creature, then they can choke.” Dante hooked a hand on my upper arm, pulling me in between them. His palms smoothed up my arms to my shoulders, curling his fingers under the top of my dress.
A coil behind my naval quivered at the delicate touch. The sensation of Dante’s hands paired with Simon’s searing gaze evoked a shiver down my spine.
“Foolish to hide it any longer, especially with the increasing activity around the manor.” Simon reached out, trailing a cold finger over my collarbone. “Our guests arrive by the end of the week, sweet pet. Can we trust you to be on your best behavior?”
“That means no stabbing,” Dante added, rough voice hot against my ear.
I only had a few days to plan.
“No promises,” I whispered over my shoulder.
Dante smirked before roughly yanking at my dress. The fabric ripped, melting off my skin like butter. Cool air kissed my flesh as the material pooled forgotten around my feet. He curved his hands over my ribs and skimmed his nose along the column of my throat.
I kept my head high, chin tipped up at Simon towering over me. His cool fingers walked over my exposed breasts, blue eyes sparkling with heat. My nipples pebbled under his attention, and he rolled one pink bud between his fingers.
An answering ache rose in my core.
“I’m not concerned with your manners, Sierra. You have a natural elegance about you. With your social graces, I’m sure you’ll be outstanding.” Simon cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples with his thumbs. I keened from the delicate pressure. “She has the bearings of a princess, doesn’t she, Dante?”
“Oh, a veritable princess she is, brother.” Dante’s hands dropped to my hips. One of them snuck around to the apex of mythighs. I sucked in a breath when he swiped a finger over my sex. I felt his smile against my neck when his fingers came away slick. “A goddess with the tight, dripping cunt of a whore.”
“As a princess should be,” Simon smirked.
The vampire lords locked eyes over my shoulders. The tension surrounding us snapped.
Simon launched himself at my lips. Our mouths crashed together. He licked at the seam of my lips, and I opened, welcoming him and his searing kiss.
Dante fingers returned to my pussy, thick fingers dipping into my folds and targeting my clit. He rubbed me in torturous circles, making my knees quake and wobble. “Such a good whore, nice and wet for your masters.”
“Her tits are perfect,” Simon moaned. Threads of white hair fell over his forehead when he dropped his mouth to my chest. He licked my breasts before sucking a nipple into his mouth, then moved on to lavish the other. “She’s perfect. So divine, sweet pet.”
Dante shoved two fingers into my clenching walls. My head dropped back onto Dante’s chest, and I keened from the pressure rising like an inferno in my belly. Simon took the opportunity to step back, quickly stripping out of the all-black layers of his fashionable noble’s clothing.
I had seconds to admire the lean, well sculpted planes of his body. From his unblemished alabaster skin, his broad shoulders, and his trim waist, down to his long, muscled yet slender legs.
Rough hands from behind shoved me forward. I tripped on my torn dress caught around my ankles. Simon caught me against his bare chest, and I moaned at the friction of my sensitive nipples rubbing against his cool skin. He caught my lips again, cupping my face and stealing the breath from my lungs.
Dante shed his clothing, layers of dark leather that thumped to the floor. He came up behind me, grabbing my hips and kissing along my shoulder. I pulled away from Simon, turned my head and caught Dante in an equally hot meeting of hungry mouths.
Caught in a whirlwind between two monsters and delighted, positively quivering, to be there.
Dante broke off, glancing forward in time to meet Simon. Their lips locked, both men grunting as their teeth clashed from the force. I wrapped my arms around Simon’s neck, licking up the side. Two sets of hands roamed my body as they kissed over me, one set cool and elegant with delicate touches, the other warm and rough.
