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“This will help get your body ready for us, Fox,” Atticus said against my lips.
I trembled at the words, “I am ready.”
He chuckled softly, “I can feel that.”
I moaned as his thumb pressed on my clit, the only part I knew myself. I had found it once while exploring my body. The vampires had sensed it and come for me. I hadn’t touched it since.
I had been missing out.
“Let me taste her,” Zachariah husked, “Her scent is killing me,” he said, dropping to his knees.
Atticus removed his fingers and I pouted, trying to put his hand back there. He laughed and kissed me again.
Dorian knelt down too, “Patience, Sweet Siren. Zachariah will get you there,” he brushed the strands of my red hair from my face.
I licked my lips, looking down to where Zachariah was settling between my legs. He lifted one onto his shoulder and my breaths became even more rapid in my chest.
He pressed down on the other thigh, spreading me open. But I wasn’t shy–I wasn’t even nervous.
How could I be with the pleasure humming inside me?
Zachariah blew across the lips of my pussy and I tensed. But then he stroked up me with his tongue and my body spasmed, a strong electrocution of pleasure taking over.
I gasped, shuddering a second before his mouth covered my pussy, devouring it like it was the tastiest meal and he was starving.
I cried out, my hands reaching for the first things they could.
Dorian and Atticus. I gripped Dorian’s thigh, digging my nails in the same way I was doing to Atticus’s forearm.
Zachariah’s tongue stroked me, his teeth grazing my clit and it was more than I had expected to feel. It was so intense, I could barely breathe.
The moans and gasps fell from my mouth without meaning for them to. I couldn’t hold them back.
My hips lifted into his mouth and he took what I offered with a passion that indulged my every fantasy. I dragged my nails down the other two, tearing their skin as the heat inside me burned higher and brighter.
Liquid lava filled me and I couldn’t fight it. The tension was too much.
My back arched off the ground as Zachariah’s tongue delved inside me again.
I rolled my head to the side, seeing Atticus there, his tip dripping as his cock pulsed. It was so damn big, veins strong down it.
I lifted my hand and gripped it.
He growled, his fists curling on his thighs.
“Careful, Fox. He’s volatile,” Atticus smirked.
I gave him a pump, running purely on instinct. His eyes darkened. I took that as a good sign and did it again.
I turned to Dorian, gripping him with my other hand.
He released a groan so deep it made my pussy clench. Zachariah lapped up what the alphas did to me.
He tasted me like I was a delicacy he had been waiting on for his entire life–and I refused to let my mind think otherwise.
I used my hands on Dorian and Atticus until my body broke, the tension snapped– and Zachariah’s tongue pushed me over the edge into some kind of bliss.
It was a powerful surge of heat and pleasure that hit a crest so high inside me. I cried out, arching and shuddering. My pussy spasmed around his mouth, leaking as Zachariah groaned, gripping my thigh over his shoulder tighter until my body stopped convulsing.
I took deep, broken breaths to catch them, my body still floating with feelings it had never felt before.
I never wanted to come down from that high. It was addictive–and I wanted it again.
Zachariah pulled my leg from his shoulder and licked his shiny lips, his eyes dark and brooding as he looked at me splayed on the cloak.
“She’s ready,” he said, his eyes not leaving mine.
“Move over then, I need to feel her,” Atticus said, his voice breathy like it really was a need.
Zachariah eyed Dorian before looking back at Atticus.
“No,” he said.
I bit my lip and came up on my elbows. “Who is going to do it first?” I asked warily, my eyes dragging to the pierced tip of Zachariah. He stood up as the other two did, all of them looking tense.
“She will be mine first,” Atticus said forcefully.
Zachariah shook his head. “No, Atti. Dorian will claim her first.”
I didn’t really have a vote–not when I didn’t mind who it was. Although the piercing was a little intimidating.
Dorian stepped closer to the V between my legs.
Atticus snarled and went to take over, but Zachariah’s arm snapped out and caught Atticus on the throat. Atticus snarled, trying to pry Zachariah’s hand off.
Zachariah stood his ground, bringing Atticus in closer. “I am pierced; it will hurt her more. And so will you. You are too big to go first. Dorian will claim her–for her sake,” Zachariah explained, his voice a harsh hiss before he shoved Atticus back. “I will fight you while Dorian has her if that is what it takes.”
Atticus smirked, shaking his head. “And I thought having a big cock was a good thing,” he said, winking at me.
I smiled, then turned to Dorian as he knelt down to me. He drew my lips up to him, kissing me softly before spreading my legs.
“It will hurt, Sweet Siren, but only at first. Then we will help your body through it,” Dorian said, kissing me again.
Zachariah eyed Atticus warily, kneeling down on one side of me. Atticus seemed over his moment and knelt on my other side.
“I can handle it,” I promised, knowing it was the truth. I had a high pain tolerance; I had survived a lot. This was my reward for getting through it, and I wanted to claim it with every desperate bone in my body.
“We know you can, or we wouldn’t have been led to you,” Dorian smiled before pressing his tip at my entrance.
I sucked in a breath, holding it as I waited for him to push inside me.
He spread me slightly wider, edging in with a wariness that had me impatiently moving my hips to meet him.
His breath grew shaky as he slowly filled me.
He was right, though; it did hurt.
A stretching burn as he entered me tried to take over the pleasure I had been given, and the further he pushed in, the more I was sure my pussy was going to break.
I whimpered, clutching Dorian’s shoulder as he pressed into me.
“Do it faster,” I whispered.
Dorian hesitated, “It will hurt you more.”
“But for less time. I want it quick,” I urged, lifting my hips into him, wincing at the ache that came with it.
He may not be Atticus big, but he was still thick with enough of him to make it painful–something I wanted over as fast as possible.
Dorian leaned down to kiss me, his tongue moving inside my mouth, drawing out the heat in my body again. It had tried to recede, but his mouth brought it back. His hand went between us, playing with my clit, pleasure attacking the pain every time he did.
I moaned against him, lifting my leg to rest over his ass. I dug my heel in, urging him in.
He sunk inside me.
It tore through me, and I cried out, but the second his tip hit my core, pleasure exploded. The pain was burned through in an instant, and my body spasmed.
“Oh my god,” I panted, bucking my hips, my pussy clamping down.
Dorian’s breath was harsh as he pulled back and stared down at me.
“Your eyes,” he whispered.
All three of them stared, “They’re green,” I whispered, still needing him to move so I could have more.
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