Page 217 of Shadowblood Souls
I’m already so aroused the burn that comes is nothing but ecstatic. I sway with the pulsing, welcoming his tentacle even deeper.
Pleasure swells through my torso, intoxicating and exhilarating. Then Dom scrapes the tips of his teeth across my clit, and I shatter.
I come so hard I sob with the impact, clutching on to both him and Andreas. A tidal wave of delight sweeps through me.
My body clenches and then goes slack. My vision spins.
“That’s how we treat our woman right,” Andreas murmurs as I sag into the duvet.
The words set off a pang of resolve that resonates through me. I don’t want this interlude to be only about me.
We belong to each other; it goes both ways. I wouldn’t have anything else.
As Dominic straightens into a kneeling position, I convince my muscles to move, twisting me up and around. Without giving him a chance to protest, I nudge him down on the bed, the pendant I’m still wearing swinging from my neck.
“Riva?” he asks, breathless.
I yank at his suit pants so hard the button pops. “I want to taste you too.”
He inhales as if to form a protest that I don’t need to, but I’ve already freed his erection from his boxers. When I wrap my lips over the head of his shaft, any words he might have said dissolve into a groan.
“Oh, fuck,” he manages to mutter as I work my mouth farther down his rigid cock. “So fucking good, Riva. Never—felt anything like—God.”
Hearing him unravel only heightens my enthusiasm. I have no more experience with this act than he had going down on me, but the awareness of his enjoyment floods my senses.
I stroke my fingers over the moon-and-blood-drop tattoo on his hip that matches mine.
We’re bound together by blood and history, and my body knows exactly how to make his quake.
My tongue winds around his hot, straining flesh. I drink down his musky flavor.
Dominic’s hips rock to meet me with obvious restraint. He touches my temple, his fingers trembling with the force of the bliss I’m conjuring in him.
Despite the force of the orgasm I’ve already enjoyed, a throbbing sensation forms in my sex at its emptiness. An ache for the same driving rhythm that’s now focused on my mouth.
And I can have that, can’t I?
I release Dom’s cock for just long enough to glance toward Andreas, who’s sat back on his heels to watch us with heated envy.
“Drey. I need you—inside me.”
His eyes widen. Then he’s scrambling to meet me, jerking at the fly of his pants at the same time.
“Fuck, yes.”
He strokes his fingers over my opening first, but I don’t think I could be any wetter. I suck Dominic’s cock down at the same moment as Andreas’s presses into me from behind.
Pleasure spikes through every nerve. I moan around Dominic’s shaft, and he shivers at the sensation.
The shadows inside me flare. If they were dancing before, it’s an all-out rave raging through my veins now.
The marks on my collarbone sing out. We’re joined; we’re together.
We’re blood, and we found our way back to each other against all the odds.
Andreas’s fingers curl around my hips. He rocks into me at an increasingly urgent pace that I match with the suction of my lips.
Dominic sways with me. His eyes have gone hazy with pleasure.
