Page 118 of Our Little Monster
“Bastian,” I breathed against Nox's skin just as Bastian pulled away from my dripping cunt. “I need you,” I demanded.
Bastian obeyed without hesitation. Climbing on the bed, he grasped my hips firmly before rolling me on top of him. I felt hot breath at the small of my back and knew what was coming next.
Thorne was at my back. His teeth sank into my skin of my shoulder, claiming me, taking from me, as Bastian positioned himself at my entrance. I leaned down, and Bastian kissed my neck before his fangs buried into me there, and then I followed suit and did the same, tasting the sweetness of his blood on my tongue, allowing it to propel me like a drug.
I knew blood sharing was an intimate thing between Vampires, and I never understood why until now. I could feeleverythingtenfold.
In one swift thrust, Bastian plunged inside me, filling me so perfectly I gasped aloud at the ecstasy of it. Then I felt Thorne nudging inside me too, and the slow stretch to accommodate both of them had me crying out in pain and pleasure, blood trailing from my lips.
I arched into Thorne, feeling him inch slowly inside as I stayed sheathed on Bastian's cock.
“That's it, baby,” Nox moaned, and I looked over to see him stroking his cock, already hard again as he watched both of their cocks start to move inside me.
I pressed against Bastian's chest, grinding my hips into his cock as Thorne matched my thrusts from behind me.
“You’re taking them so well,” Nox crooned.
Inescapable and unyielding pleasure coursed through me as Nox talked me through it. They both found their rhythm quickly, licking and biting at each other’s wounds.
They kept moving like they'd never want to leave—long, powerful strokes that shook the small bed beneath us with each thrust.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out, seeing stars, my climax barreling through me. I lost myself in the feeling of both of them. Their venom coursing through me as much as mine was coursing through them.
“Yeah, baby, that's it,” Nox growled. his fingers tightening on his cock as he fisted himself faster. “Give us one more,” he panted as I began to ride Thorne and Bastian.
Their cocks slid in and out of me effortlessly now, filling me up as deep as they could go while I rocked back and forth onto their shafts. The heady scent of sex filled the air, mingling with the faint smell of wine and sweat.
Our movements became frenzied as they pounded into me. Thorne fisted my hair tightly. Bastian's hands circled my ribcage and squeezed roughly as he slammed me down on his cock, his eyes turning black with unhinged desire as he watched where we all connected.
I felt every inch of their thickness, stretching me further than I ever imagined possible, making my walls begin to clench around them again.
Their skin was hot against mine, electric. We moved together in perfect sync—their rhythms echoing through the cabin as our skin slapped.
I glanced over to Nox again, my mouth slack with desire to see his tattooed arm flex as he drove into his fist, his torso gleaming with sweat under the dimness of the moonlight streaming through the window. The sight of him had made my walls tighten around Bastian and Thorne all at once, the feel of them inside me. My pussy pulling on their lengths, milking them with my needy cunt. I climaxed with a scream.
Thorne let out a low grunt against my neck as he thrusted into me one final time, leaving bite marks that would have left me bloody and bruised if I were still human. Bastian gripped my hips so hard I thought I heard a crack as he pounded his cock into me once more.
Their hot cum filled me and leaked down my thighs, onto the bed beneath us. Thorne kissed down my back side as Bastian pulled my face to his for a slow, passionate kiss.
They unsheathed from my body, and Nox dropped his now dirtied shirt from his release to the floor and helped me stand on trembling legs.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” Nox said, pulling me into his arms and taking me to the bathroom, where he somehow got one more orgasm out of me while Thorne and Bastian cleaned up not only the bedroom, but the whole damn house.
40
Serina
Iwasgoingtokill Victor tonight.
I could feel their fear for me, palpable as the energy that hummed beneath my skin. They'd seen me broken, life seeping from my veins before the gift—or curse—of immortality was forced upon me to snatch me back from death's cold embrace.
They carried the weight of that decision, the memory etched into their haunted expressions.
Bastian, Nox, and Thorne had a good idea of where Victor would be hiding out after all of the years they’d spent with him. He had taken over a lot of warehouses that had been abandoned after the construction material company that owned them closed down. Apparently, there was another one located not far from here.
We stayed up late last night going over the blueprints. Sam had set up cameras and traps with the guys in the surrounding areas just in case. I didn’t want her to be a part of this, but she refused after what Victor had forced her to do.
We were ready, and everything was planned down to the minutes.
