Page 84 of The Vampire's Vow

As Seven works on cleaning me up with the soft cotton shirt, Dante leans forward over me. Grabbing my hips, I feel his tongue trail over the first welt, and I let out a small gasp as I instantly feel it begin to heal.

Seven spits again, but this time it’s not to clean me. I shudder as his fingers find me, sliding over me as his thumb parts me from behind.

“Fuck, I want you,” he says in a low moan, his hand working me harder as I hear the sound of his belt coming undone.

“Not yet,” Dante hisses, lifting slightly to give Seven what I can only guess is a warning look. “I need to heal her first.”

“Ugh,” Seven groans before spitting again, only this time it’s to play with himself as his middle finger finds me and begins rubbing me in slow, steady circles.

I let out a moan as the ache inside me builds.

“Please, it’s too much,” I beg.

“Spread her open for me,” Seven says, and Dante shifts his hands forward to pull my cheeks apart even as he continues to work on the lashings. “Fuck me.”

Suddenly, Seven drops forward on the desk and buries his face in me from behind. I shift forward slightly from shock as his tongue plays with me, the ball of his piercing sending shockwaves through me with each pass, only to realize Dante’s grown hard too as he strains against his pants.

Reaching forward, I press my hand to him only to have him step back away from me. His chest glistens in the moonlight, his hair tousled as he raises his eyebrow at me.

Then, he tilts his head to side before pulling himself free of his pants and tossing them aside. He strokes himself, somehow seeming far bigger than I remember as he steps closer.

“Tell me how much you want to suck my cock,” he orders.

“Please,” I beg again, “give it to me. I want to taste you.”

“Ah, shit, Dante,” Seven exhales, leaning back to play with himself again.

“Don’t stop,” Dante orders Seven. “She’s not ready, yet.”

“I am,” I moan, as Seven drives his tongue into me again.

Dante watches, stroking himself as he leans down to meet my eyes, and I stare desperately back at him. A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he reaches out to take my chin in his fingers before pressing his lips gently to mine.

“I love you, Evi,” he whispers just loud enough for me to hear before he pulls back, his face growing serious once again. “Tell us if we hurt you.”

He arches an eyebrow at me before shifting to press himself to my mouth. I look up into his eyes, my own desire to give him pleasure growing stronger with each passing second, and then open for him.

He allows me to tease him with my tongue as he gradually pushes himself further into me, stopping only when I’ve taken as much as I can manage. Bracing himself against the desk, he starts rocking his hips as he moves slowly in and out of me, his head thrown back.

He’s definitely gotten bigger, I’m sure of it now.

Dante starts gentle, easing himself further and further into me as his own excitement grows. Seven’s fingers have joined his tongue, coaxing me to a level of desire that has my body aching for more.

As if sensing this, Dante grabs my hair and begins moving faster, his own breaths growing shorter as he tries to control himself.

Just when I’m sure we’re all about to finish, both Seven and Dante pull way at the exact same time.

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Dante

Grabbing Evi, I turn and flip her over onto her back. Pulling her to the edge of the desk, I rub the tip of my cock over her.

Bloody hell, she’s so wet. This isn’t real.

I glance up at Seven as he reaches over and yanks Evi’s shirt open.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathe, the moonlight caressing her body as I grind myself against her harder, and she lets out a wanting moan.

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