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I turned my head to gaze at Veylor, my eyes weighed down by longing. I noticed Veylor's shadows spreading throughout the entire room.
“Fuck,” he growled, showing sharp pointed fangs.
That’s new.
Oryx's wet sounds between my legs went quiet, his claws loosening their grip. I clutched the book against my chest like a shield, though it did nothing to hide my breasts. Through the fog of arousal clouding my mind I don’t think I really cared anymore.
“I want to fuck you.” Oryx loomed over me. “That wasn’t enough.”
I blinked several times at him and then at Veylor. He had the same sentiment apparently. His hands were away from his cock, his balls heavy. He had even taken off his vest and begun untying his shirt.
“No.” I stated to Veylor and turned back to Oryx.
Oryx ears deflated.
“Veylor can watch…” I smirked.
Veylor’s fists tightened on the chair, and his fang pierced his lip.
“…And Oryx, you have to catch me first.”
Chapter 39
Veylor
Ithought I was the only one that could inflict pain, but I was obviously mistaken.
This female would be my undoing.
Vesper smiled and slipped from Oryx’s hold from the couch. Her pert ass wiggled in his face before she jumped over it and landed on the floor unceremoniously. Her escape attempt lasted mere seconds. Oryx pounced with predatory grace, his powerful body trapping hers against the cool floor.
He growled, a deep, guttural dragon’s noise and leaned next to her ear. “Got you.”
Vesper snapped back at him. “It isn’t any fun if you catch me right away!”
Oryx flipped her onto her back, her body twisting beneath him.
My cock throbbed painfully at the sight of her exposed chest rising and falling with each breath. I imagined myself hovering above her, tasting those sun-kissed nipples, feeling her warmth beneath my fingertips as they pressed into her flesh.
Oryx purred and his large cock swung between his legs.
Fuck.
Vesper's eyes sparkled with a mix of defiance and excitement. She bucked her hips, trying to dislodge Oryx, but he was an immovable force. His purr deepened, and he leaned down, his breath hot on her neck. "I don’t want to wait, you know I am impatient."
She rolled her eyes which earned her a slap on the side of her thigh.
My eyes widened and my shaft jerked watching her skin pinkening from his palm.
This was much better than watching them from afar, now I had a full view of them in front of me. I can almost taste her, smell her musk.
Oryx’s dark precum was already dripping to the floor. I watched, my body aching.
Vesper's skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, her chest heaving with each breath. She was a sight to behold, a wild creature caught but not yet tamed. Oryx's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the dip of her waist. His touch was possessive, hungry.
I wanted that, I wanted her, him.
Oryx picked her up like a rag doll, her hair a mess that covered her face. He leaned her over the sofa and a whoosh of breathleft her mouth. She shook her head and looked at me, a smirk playing on her lips.
