Page 216 of Shadowblood Souls
Then he’s diving in for another kiss, not waiting to be asked this time. He consumes my mouth while Dominic swivels his palms in deft circles against my stiffening nipples.
A whimper climbs up my throat. The ache between my thighs expands, torturously demanding.
All I’m wearing now are my panties, and I can tell they’re drenched.
The next time Andreas releases my lips, Dom twirls me back toward him. He sweeps my small frame off my feet, his tentacles helping brace me against his body, and lays me down in the middle of the massive bed.
“I’ve been wondering…” he murmurs, planting a trail of kisses down my sternum. “I want to try… But I don’t really know what I’m doing. You’ll have to show me what feels good.”
I sag back into the duvet, ready to welcome whatever he has in mind. “Go ahead.”
His kisses chart a path all the way to the hem of my panties. He teases his tongue across the base of my belly as he guides that scrap of fabric off me, and my nerves jump with anticipation.
Then he lowers his mouth right over my pussy.
I knew this was a thing people did, but I had no conception of how glorious it would feel. A surge of bliss races up from my core.
My head arcs back against the pillow with a moan.
Dominic doesn’t hesitate. His tongue flicks over every sensitive spot down below, and his lips massage every place it isn’t touching.
I can’t stop myself from bucking to meet his mouth. Pulses of pleasure rock me in endless succession.
With the gasps and cries slipping from my lips, I hope he can tell he’s doing fucking fantastic.
Andreas lets out a ragged breath and sinks down on the bed next to me. He nips my earlobe and nibbles my jaw, but his gaze comes back to focus on Dominic’s face between my legs.
As Drey fondles one of my breasts, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the fresh jolt of pleasure makes me buck harder. Dom raises his head just a little, his tongue swiping over my clit.
“How does she taste?” Andreas asks in a tone so hungry I shudder eagerly at the sound.
Dominic’s eyes gleam. “Sweeter than a sugar cookie.”
He dives back in for more.
As I writhe with their combined attentions, Dom’s tentacles stroke up and down my legs. Then one delves right between my thighs.
Dominic lifts his gaze again, swirling his tongue over that most provocative place while he gauges my reaction. The tip of the tentacle glides through the slickness of my opening.
Holy fuck. I tremble with the pleasure both immediate and promised.
“Don’t stop,” I mumble.
He slides his lithe appendage right into me. It fills me with a slim, flexible pressure not at all like his cock but thrilling in its own way.
As the tentacle pushes deeper, shifting forward with swift pulses, I moan. Dominic smiles against my clit and sucks down hard.
At the chorus of sounds spilling from my throat, Andreas swears under his breath and drops lower to lap the peak of my breast right into his mouth. I tangle one hand in his tight coils and the other in Dom’s silky auburn strands falling loose from his ponytail.
The shadowy smoke in my blood doesn’t wrench at me as urgently as it did my first times with each of these men. Instead, it quivers through my veins in a heady sort of dance, urging me on with a sense of reveling.
This is where we’re supposed to be. How we’re meant to be.
United like one being.
All at once, the fleshy tendril inside me twists. It curls around, increasing the feeling of fullness as its end spirals into a thicker ball.
I gasp, my grip on Dominic’s hair tightening. He suckles me more eagerly—and thrusts that bulging tip into me like the thickest of shafts.
