Sacrifice: Laid Bare (Laid Bare #4)(13)

Dinner turned out to be delicious, steaks and potatoes. Dunne sure knew how to cook. He also brought out several bottles of wine. “To celebrate,” he explained.

After dinner, the wine flowed even more freely. The three of us laughed and talked for hours. But there was still an issue we’d not addressed—Dahlia needed to return some of her power back to me and Dunne. And there was only one way to do that. Shit.

I downed another full glass of wine and poured another. Dahlia was giddy and already halfway drunk. I was looking to reach that same carefree state. I needed to be open in order to fully share Dahlia with Dunne.

As I imbibed more alcohol, I became guided by impulse. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Dahlia. She looked delicious in her white gown of silk. And now that she was one of us, she exuded sex.

The top part of her dress was low-cut, allowing her full breasts to swell over the top. I’d watched throughout the evening as the tops of her pink nipples played peek-a-boo over the silky material barely covering them.

She was laughing about something Dunne had just said when I reached over and tore the bothersome material away.

As Dahlia’s breasts spilled out, she gasped. “Lucien!”

I stood and undid my belt. “It’s time, darling.”

In order to take back our power, Dunne and I needed to take from Dahlia. We would be required to devour her aggressively, in every sexual way.

Dahlia’s eyes met mine, and in an instant, she knew how she should behave.

Leaning back in her chair, she whispered, “Take me.”

Dunne and I descended on her like rabid wolves. Her dress was soon tatters of silk. With Dunne kneeling on her right, and me on her left, we suckled and nipped at Dahlia’s breasts while tearing away at the remaining scraps of silk covering her skin.

Once Dahlia was nude, Dunne and I took her hands and led her to a pile of quilts before the roaring fireplace.

She knelt before us, and we undressed for her. Reaching up, she grabbed at our hard cocks, greedy and wanting.

Seconds later, Dahlia was jerking off Dunne while I was thrusting in and out of her mouth. We were three of the same, creatures designed for sex, and soon the tension and energy in the room reached white-hot levels as all inhibitions were lost.

I pulled out of Dahlia’s mouth so Dunne could enjoy her sweet lips and tongue for himself. He didn’t hesitate. Meanwhile, I dropped down to the blankets and slid my head between her open knees.

When I began to lick and lap at her slick folds, I heard her cry out around Dunne’s cock.

With Dahlia’s first orgasm, Dunne and I grabbed back some of our power.

We were far from done, though. This was just the beginning.





Dahlia



Had I still been human I would have passed out from pleasure-overload, like I had the first time I’d experienced these two men. But now that I was one of them, I could handle everything they gave me.

And damn, they gave me a lot.

We became not three, not two, but one.

Lucien f*cked me first, and he f*cked me last, to maintain his claim on me. I was fine with that. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t able to enjoy the in-between times when it was Dunne’s cock I felt deep in my *. He was gentler with me as he took back his power balance, but Lucien took me hard when reclaiming his.

I reveled in the contrast, coming hard for both men.

When it was all over, despite my now being a succubus and pretty much built for nonstop sex, I lay open and spent on the covers. The fireplace warmed my back as I curled up next to a sleeping Lucien and Dunne.

I breathed in deeply. I smelled of sex and these men, and my body bore the bruises and tears from having been taken by such powerful beings time and time again.

Even when the balance was corrected, we hadn’t been able to stop. It seemed I was as bad as Lucien and Dunne, crawling over to and sliding down on one, or the other, every time we stopped. And if it wasn’t me starting things back up, it was Lucien spreading me for Dunne, or Dunne lifting me up and impaling me on Lucien’s cock.

Reaching over, I brushed a strand of dark hair from Lucien’s forehead. His eyes flittered opened.

So as not to disturb Dunne, we spoke in each other’s minds.

Are you okay? Lucien asked.

I feel great, I replied.

Not too great, I hope.

He was joking, and I laughed.

But then our eyes met and we both knew this would never happen again. Though not in our nature, Lucien and I would remain true to one another.

I won’t share you again, he said.

Good, I don’t want to be shared. I only want you, Lucien.

He caressed my cheek. I love you so much, Dahlia.

I love you, too, Lucien. And now we’re free.

We are, he agreed. Free to live and love for all eternity.

Well, maybe not eternity, I reminded him. I shortened your mortality when I was human.

He laughed and told me, We’ve lost only a very tiny amount of time, Dahlia. We’ll still have decades and decades together, centuries even.

And still…it will never be enough.





Lucien



Time, what did it matter? Dahlia wished for an endless eternity, but a century, or two, would have to be enough.

In any case, I was only concerned with the year ahead of us.

After our time at Dunne’s, we left Canada and returned home to Chicago. Dahlia moved in full-time at what she termed my “lovely Tudor mansion.” Things returned to normal. I got back to the business of running all my companies, and Dahlia took on several lucrative jobs photographing Chicago’s business elite.