Page 95 of Entombed By Blood
I cross to the door, only to pace away from it again. Silas and Finn are exhausted after the full moon. Draining them right now would be a shitty thing to do.
But my other choices are Frost and Draven. The former has pissed me off by abandoning Immy, even though he owes her just as much as I do, and the latter will be asleep, thanks to the sun.
I need blood.I swallow and turn the handle, slipping out of my room before I can talk myself out of it.
Crossing the hall on silent feet, I suck in a breath when I see that the door to Silas’s room is slightly ajar and there’s a light on. Hope soars, and I hurry forward, praying that he’s awake.
The first moan I hear has me stopping in my tracks.
The second makes me suck in a breath. That’s my mistake. My lungs fill with the scent of Silas and Finn’s arousal. Sweat, sex, and an edge of something feral tease at my nostrils until my fangs drop, and I shudder.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve taken several more tiptoeing steps toward the room. Curiosity and arousal propel me forward, even though common sense tells me I should retreat. The sound of flesh hitting flesh grows louder with every inch I creep forward.
God, this is so wrong. What am I doing, lurking outside their room like a creeper?
The thrall bonds hum beneath my skin, and I can feel their excitement building. The soft cotton of my nightshirt suddenly seems too warm.
“Get in here, Evie,” Silas orders, and my cheeks burn as I realise I’ve been caught.
For a second, I contemplate going back to my room, but I’m not a coward. I refuse to be. So, taking a deep breath, I push the door open and slip inside.
Finn is on the bed on his knees with his legs spread wide and his arms crossed and tied behind his back with intricate black ropes. The intricate knot work is like nothing I’ve ever seen before, crossing his chest in a geometric pattern that I want to trace with my touch.
Behind him, Silas rocks into his ass with smooth, effortless motions that are clearly driving the omega insane. My mouth falls open on a soft gasp. Arousal blooms as I watch their thighs tense with each thrust. It’s glorious fucking. The kind that fills the air with the slap of flesh on flesh and the moan-filled breaths of the parties involved.
Everything in my lower body seems to clench with sheerwant.
Finn’s eyes are glazed with ecstasy, his long cock jutting out proudly from his body. The head is an angry red, and a bead of pearly pre-cum lingers at the tip. As I watch, Silas swipes that bead away with his thumb and uses it as lube to slide his hand up and down the shaft.
“Look who’s come to join us,” the beta murmurs in his lover’s ear. “Feeling peckish, Evie?”
My head jerks up and down in a nod, and my fangs sink deeper into my lower lip as I watch them. Between my thighs, an answering ache blossoms. Wetness drips down my inner thighs, and I silently curse my lack of panties. There’s nothing to hide the scent, and both lycans groan as they take a deep breath.
They know I want them.
“Want to join us?” Silas asks.
“Is that... are you okay with that?” I stammer, glancing between the two.
“Fuck yes,” Finn groans. “God, I want your fangs in me.”
Silas grins and uses the omega’s bound arms to tug him further onto his dick, making Finn whine and bare his neck.
“Beg her,” Silas orders, kissing the skin Finn presents to him.
There’s a dark command in his voice I’ve never heard before, but what surprises me most is when Finn actually responds.
“Please, Evie. Fucking bite me. I need it.”
My legs move me closer without my conscious command.
“You sound good when you beg,” I whisper.
Woah, where did that come from? I’m not... I’m not seriously liking this, am I?
I am. Being here—watching them together—is like a drug I didn’t know I’ve been craving. There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t get involved like this, but I can’t seem to think of any right now.
“He likes it when we boss him around in bed. Don’t you, pretty omega?” Silas growls, shifting the angle of his hips and increasing the pace of his thrusts until Finn gasps.
