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My heart stumbles, his husky voice heavy in my ear. Sebastian’s fangs nick the tender flesh of my inner thigh at the exact same time, making me feel like a prey, and more excited than I ever thought possible.
Blood is often food to us, but when it comes from another vampire, it’s more. It’s sacred, giving them a part of me I can’t ever get back.
Letting Alec and Sebastian drink from me means I see them as my mates. Eternally.
By Nyx…will they let me drink from them, too?
My mouth waters, my mind flying back to when I had Alec’s blood all over me after the attack. I’d never smelled something so…perfect. Tasting it might just give me a high I’ll never recover from, but to hell with caution.
I’m done being reasonable.
“I want you to. Please make me yours. Both of you.”
I trust them with my life.
Two pairs of fangs sink into my neck with perfect synchrony, and I groan at the delicious pain of it, my body shaking in response. Alec cradles my neck as he drinks, and Sebastian licks his bloodstained lips. “Hold her steady, Beaumont. I want to come deep inside her with her blood in my mouth.”
Alec kisses my neck, blood gliding down the slope toward my shoulder. He holds me closely to him as Sebastian settles between my thighs and enters me.
It’s too much, and pleasure radiates off my center to my belly, my chest, my toes as a second orgasm rips through me, a third already building deep beneath the aftershocks of their bites.
Sebastian stares down at Alec and fucks me like he’s possessed, like he can taste every gulp the other man is taking from me. Each thrust causes my ass to grind against Alec’s cock, my bodyguard feeding from me with gluttony like he’s swallowing parts of my soul.
I want to bite them, too, but I’m too busy dying in their arms, being ridden to such oblivion that I forget who I am. Both men don’t look like they’re very good at sharing, but when it comes to sharing me… they seem to be enjoying the competition, taking turns and switching positions whenever they get too close to release, like they’re afraid to be the first to break.
It’s more than sex or love or marriage.
Just…better.
Chapter21
Salt
LEO
The flat piece of rock makes twelve jumps before it sinks, and my heart gives a tight squeeze. It’s been years since I’ve thrown rocks at the sea just to pass the time, trying not to think… My legs are submerged to my mid-thigh, the caress of the warm water calming my nerves. The silvery ripples of my throw fade out of view under the watchful eye of the moon. I haven’t seen the sea so calm in years, its dark expanse almost as still and inviting as the peace rolling off the creature behind me.
“Interesting dinner,” Keenan says, making his presence known though I felt him coming a mile away.
Ever since our first meeting, I can always tell if he’s close, like his presence changes the way the air hits my body. It’s annoying as fuck.
“They’re up in her room working out thekinksof their relationship,” I joke lightly, trying to appear unfazed.
After Arielle and Alec stormed out of the wedding reception, Sebastian was quick to follow them. I could have joined the trio as they tried to figure out a way to all be together and announce my unwavering intention to stay, but something held me back. No matter how much love and devotion I feel toward Arielle, I’m not a vampire. I’m…held apart.
“But you’re here. Alone,” he remarks. With his hands hidden inside his jeans, Keenan inches toward me like I’m a wild animal that needs to be tamed. “Do you think she’ll work it out with them?”
“Yes. Beaumont can throw all the jealous tantrums he wants… helovesher. He couldn’t walk away from her if his life depended on it.”
I certainly know the feeling.
Keenan nods at my analysis. “She’s really something. I’ve rarely known a vampire with such fire and charisma. It’s like she was meant to take on the world.” Water splashes my knees as he comes to stand next to me. “I could easily fall for her too if I stayed too long.”
My gaze snaps to him, the tranquil lull of his powers blown away by his unexpected comment. “Are you thinking of leaving?”
“I don’t know. Do ye want me to stay?”
The weight of his gaze suffocates me. It asks too many questions and gives no answers in return. In an instant, I’m crushed by the knee-jerk instinct to ward off the peace threatening to slither inside my cells and snuff out a longing for him I can’t quite control.
