Page 14 of The Mistress, the Monster and the Marquess

Lina groaned and shook her head emphatically. “No, female vampires are designed to take two cocks. I’m already ready and wet there, please.”

Something completely primal took hold of Benedict when she offered him that part of herself. He placed a hand on her lower back and pushed her down, closer to Antony, then lined his cock up with her ass. He pressed in an inch and groaned as her tight wet hole allowed him access. I’ll never last here!

Moaning, Lina pushed back against him, opening for him and relaxing.

Benedict slid in slowly, his fear of hurting her warring with his need to claim her completely. Pushing in up to the base, he moved slowly, allowing her time to stretch and grow accustomed to his presence.

She gasped and started to shake. “For the love of God! Move, both of you, now!”

Benedict felt Antony move as the thin layer between their cocks seemed to disappear. He could feel everything. His balls tightened as his cock head throbbed with unparalleled pleasure.

Benedict moved out when Antony thrust up, and then back in when Antony moved down. Between them they established a good rhythm and were soon fucking her and giving her a steady pounding.

The sounds of their grunts, gasps, and slapping skin echoed around the room.

“I’m coming, my pet, please,” Lina gasped.

Benedict knew exactly what she needed and fell forward onto her. He held himself up by his arms as he thrust deeply into her ass one last time.

She turned her head, arching her back, and bit into his neck as she came with terrifying strength. Her body gripped them both, spasming over and over, undulating like a wave and forcing them over their own cliffs into the oblivion of ecstasy.

Antony screamed first.

The vibration echoed over the skin of Benedict’s wrist.

Antony sunk his fangs into Benedict, taking what he promised.,

The pure taboo and sinful pleasure of being fed on by two beautiful vampires pushed Benedict into an even greater level of orgasm. Something he didn’t think was even physically possible. But his body exploded in a pleasure that stole the legs from under him and he fell properly onto his mate; his seed pulsing out of him and into her in hot, long bursts of breath-taking delirium.

Chapter Nine.

Antony smiled up at a grinning Lina. That had been the most incredible experience for him. The sex alone had been mind-boggling, but to taste Benedict’s blood at the critical point as well.. That had made the experience exceptional. He still felt the heat buzzing through his veins. And in truth, he couldn’t remember feeling this healthy in decades.

She spoke first. “I think he’s lost consciousness.”

He chuckled, the noise rusty and strange to his ears. He hadn’t made a sound like that in a century. “Well, if I was still human, I may have too. He got one more orgasm than me.” Antony smiled again as he ran his tongue over his lips. He could still taste Benedict’s seed. It was almost as spectacular as his blood. I wonder if Lina would allow me some more of both?

Lina shifted on him, looking uncomfortable.

He knew she could accommodate them both easily, but she was sandwiched between the two of them with—Benedict’s limp body on top of her. Personally, he loved the feel of their combined weight pressing into him. “Is he really your blood mate, Lina?” His brows furrowed together, but he couldn’t prevent it as his quiet concern grew. He was worried for his longtime friend and lover.

Lina smiled at him, pure happiness shining in her eyes.

A sense of relief washed over Antony. They had been lovers, friends, and a great support for each other for as long as Lina had been a vampire. He would miss her terribly if she chose to focus solely on Benedict. I don’t know if I could stand that...

“You’ll see when he wakes up,” she said simply.

As though her words had caused the very thing to happen, Benedict began to stir.

A strange feeling of confusion swept over Antony, and he frowned again. Why was he feeling Benedict’s emotions?

Benedict gasped and planted his hands on Lina’s hips, pushing up. He eased out of her and fell into a kneeling position beside them. “Lina, did I hurt you?”

Antony shook his head.

Lina just laughed and caressed Benedict’s face. Hurt her? Benedict obviously knew nothing about their kind at all. She was a four-hundred-year-old vampire and had one of the most powerful creators they knew. She eased off Antony’s now softened cock and moved over to straddle Benedict.

Antony rolled over and got to his feet, stretching his ancient muscles in sublime enjoyment. That had been truly incredible, he actually felt sated. When was the last time that had happened?

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