Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(101)

Moving to her other breast, Sargon nicked it as well and began to slowly pull on both her nipple and her blood, making her keen her wordless pleasure when Tyler wrapped his lips around her other nipple and sucked in a mouthful of her blood. Her knees went weak, and Sargon chuckled then secured her under her bottom with a strong arm.

“Come for us,” he whispered while Tyler groaned in agreement.

Bright, sizzling pleasure streamed from her nipples to her clit, and she arched into their mouths, burying her hands in their hair and tightening her fists, the sound of their dual groans sending her over the edge. Sargon plunged his finger inside of her wet sex while Tyler began to slowly rub her clit, drawing her orgasm out, making her flinch as she became oversensitive. Instead of easing up, Tyler rubbed harder and lashed his tongue over the puncture marks that Sargon had made for him.

She began to gasp, her body heating and her heart racing, all the rich blood that she’d so recently consumed from Tyler burning away at an alarming rate, yet she couldn’t make herself care. Right now she was caught up in their devotion to her, gentling her fingers so that she was stroking their hair instead of gripping it. A low, rumbling purr escaped from her, and she tried to stop it, but it was impossible to do anything but beg the men to take her.

Sargon stood first then gently pushed on her shoulder so that she sank to her knees while he and Tyler stood hip to hip. Gripping himself and giving his dark cock a good stroke, Sargon said in a commanding voice, “Suck us both at the same time.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. Keeping careful track of her fangs, she licked first Tyler’s dick then Sargon’s, tasting their differences and similarities. Since both of them had ingested large quantities of her blood, they each held a hint of her essence, something that made her soul sing. Anyone who ever smelled these men would know that they belonged to her just like she belonged to them. Licking at the smooth head of Tyler’s shaft, she began to jerk Sargon off, knowing just how to pleasure him while she teased Tyler. They growled and groaned as she worked hard at pleasing them, employing all the tricks she’d learned over the centuries.

When she had the heads of both dicks grasped together in her hands and was attempting to fit them both in her mouth, Sargon shuddered and cried out, “Enough!”

Before she do anything more than blink, she found herself in the water with Sargon dragging Tyler into the tub. As if they’d done this a hundred times, and they just might have, the men arranged her to their liking, laying back on the curved side of the tub with a towel to cushion her head. Tyler came to her first, and she eagerly opened her arms, loving the almost feral glint in his eyes as he lunged at her.

Without preamble he sank his cock into her slick sex, and she arched beneath him, the stab of pain from his quick entry making her cry out in a mixture of pleasure and distress.

Sargon’s answering growl was so deep and loud it made the water tremble around them. He moved behind Tyler and shifted them so he could fondle Tyler’s buttocks. Her still-mortal lover froze against her, and she detected uncertainty and apprehension in his gaze. Reaching up, she stroked his cheek while clenching her * around his thick shaft.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s his first time being taken by a man,” Sargon said in a voice so rough it was like he had rocks stuck in his throat.

She almost laughed. Sargon loved taking a man’s virtue, but the growing discomfort in Tyler demanded she soothe him. “Easy, my fledgling. He won’t hurt you. I promise, you are going to love this, but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

He grunted, and though she was dying to see what Sargon was doing to him, he needed her attention on him. “I promised that bastard that once we convinced you to transform me he could f*ck my ass.”

A little shudder went through her at the crudity of the statement and the way his cock kept twitching inside of her. Unable to resist, she laced her arms around his neck and rocked her hips into him while he held still. Soon he was gasping between them, his eyes closed tight and his head jerking each time she took him all the way inside of her and squeezed her inner muscles tight. Her own orgasm was building at an alarming rate, but she resisted the need to come, wanting to prolong the pleasure for all of them.

Using her superior strength, she lifted herself enough that she could see Sargon and got to watch the magnificent sight of him poising his oil-slicked cock against Tyler’s rear opening. He looked up and smiled when he found her watching him, his fangs flashing. Holding her gaze, drowning her in his lust, he began to push into Tyler. She licked at Tyler’s neck, her tongue flirting with his wildly beating pulse while he gasped out her name. Sargon’s lips lifted in a snarl as he sank into Tyler, and though he struggled to keep his eyes open, he soon had his head thrown back, his magnificent long black hair moving as he began to f*ck the other man.

Lisabetta scraped her fangs along Tyler’s throat, f*cking him just as Sargon was, giving her mortal lover everything she could. She needed this to be good for him, to know that he wouldn’t suffer as he had. Monsters from her past tried to invade the present, but she focused on the feeling of the warm water caressing her skin, the scent of the candles, the overwhelming energy of her Maker mixing with Tyler’s passion. She began to mewl with each thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony together. Scraping her teeth over Tyler’s jugular, she shuddered as he moaned, nuzzling his face against her head while whispering her name.