Page 98 of Entombed By Blood
His first swipe of my clit is soft, gentle.
His second is even more so.
But I’m wound so tightly that’s all it takes.
I shoot over the edge so fast that I see stars. My hands claw the bed sheets so hard that I hear the fabric rip. A final scream of pleasure rips from my chest. My channel milks Finn until he comes with a shout, jetting heat into my spasming pussy. All of my energy leaves me in a rush and I collapse on top of him.
We lie like that for a while, all three of us utterly spent and boneless. The thrall bonds pulse in tune with the heartbeats of the males on either side of me; one complete, the other still growing.
“I can feel you,” Finn mumbles, staring at me with awestruck eyes.
I swallow the dryness in my throat and nod. “We’re fully bonded.” He’s in my blood now, a soft, gentle flame so comforting and warm that it makes tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
The omega’s smile is soft, lazy, and brilliant. “I’m glad.”
Silas shifts against my back, stroking my hair as he does so. “Well, I’m jealous as hell,” he jokes. “How is it you’ve only been around each other for a few days and your bond is already a sealed deal while ours isn’t?”
I nibble on my lower lip as I consider it. “The bonds are different. When Frost and I bonded the first time, we’d known each other for a long time and it snapped into place straight away.”
It was nothing like this. My bond to Frost was quieter. Muted by his humanity and almost completely silent unless I focused on it.
This new construct between Finn and me is more like a sixth sense. An awareness that I don’t think I can switch off even if I try.
“The more we feel for one another, the stronger it will grow, until eventually it clicks. Sometimes it’s a conscious choice, other times it’s a subtle thing that just grows until it can’t anymore,” I explain. “Your bond is already much stronger than most of the others.”
“Most?” Finn’s brows rise.
“Draven,” Silas says, before I can answer. “He’s weirdly attached to her in a way he isn’t with anyone else.”
“Just how did you manage to tame one of the world’s most psychotic vampires?” Finn asks, grinning.
His hand comes up to caress my upper arm, and I want to purr at the contact.
I shrug. “I honestly have no idea. It just kind of snapped together on that day when my sisters took me around the city and he was my guard. He doesn’t strike me as the sort to become emotionally involved with others...” The bond between us might be strong—made of ice and steel—but it’s not complete. Not yet.
It lingers on a knife’s edge, much like Draven himself.
Finn and Silas share a look, but they don’t air whatever they’re thinking, or answer my implied question. Instead, they change the subject.
“You’re still thirsty,” Finn notes, and I can’t help but frown in response.
“I’m trying to learn to live with it,” I mutter. “Thirst is a part of life. I need to get used to it again if I have any hope of returning to how I was before.”
“But you have two very yummy thralls right here,” Silas mutters. “One of whom still has yet to feel your fangs in him today.”
The scent of his blood perfumes the air, and a second later, his bleeding wrist is presented to me. “Drink, beautiful,” he encourages. “I want you to recover, and you’re only going to do that if you keep drinking from us.”
This close to my lips, I can practically taste him, and my instinct won’t be denied. My fangs sink into him, making his breath whoosh out on a gasp. I drink until I’m full and his cock is hard and pressing against my ass.
But when I push back, rubbing against him, he puts distance between us.
“No more of that,” he says, in a mock strict tone. “We all need rest.”
“After the full moon is over, we’ll fuck all night,” Finn promises. “You’re going to love lycan stamina, baby.”
I sigh, but let them snuggle around me, soaking up their combined warmth. “I don’t sleep anymore,” I admit. “And when I do, I can’t seem to stay that way for more than a few hours.”
“Too much stress?” Silas guesses, resuming his careful stroking of my hair.
