“You’ll never fit.”
“Trust us.”
And then I feel Nyx pushing at my entrance, sliding up right next to Ambrose.
My heart starts racing. I’m flooded with adrenaline. My body tightens instead of relaxing.
Fuck, I’m going to ruin this.
Nyx tugs on my hair, drawing my head back at the same time that Ambrose uses what little of his magic is left to warm my body with soft tingles, like he’s kissing me everywhere all at once.
Nyx kisses over my wound, the spot where I sliced through my neck, almost killing myself. Like he’s putting this into perspective for me.
“Trust me,”he says. To me. To Ambrose.
And then, before either of us can stop him, he’s sunk his fangs into my neck. A sharp burst of pain explodes through my body before immediately shifting. Icy warm pleasure shoots through my body, heating my core, my breasts, my lips. Every part of me is alive in a way I’ve never felt before.
And then I open, relaxing fully onto both of their cocks. They don’t think, they both push inside, filling me so fully that I cry out at the explosion of pleasure wrapping its way around my body.
Ambrose’s hands and magic hold me up, like he knows I’d fall without it.
Nyx pulls more of my blood through my body, sucking viciously as both men thrust.
I gasp at the feeling. At the intensity and overwhelming feeling of having both men I’ve ever loved inside me.
Fuck, this is incredible.
They both slide in and out of me together in unison, first starting slow, but then quickly finding a rhythm that I know is going to leave me coming again far too fast.
I’m panting, my hands gripping onto Ambrose’s chest so hard that my nails begin to shift into claws that draw blood.
“I’m sorry.”
“Fucking hot as hell,” Ambrose says back. But then he looks at Nyx with slight concern. Nyx is still pulling my blood, but itdoesn’t feel like I’m losing any. More like he’s circulating it faster through my body and mixing it with something of his own.
His venom?
If he his, it will kill me. But if I’m going to die, I’d like to die this way. With two cocks buried deep inside me.
“You aren’t going to die, love.”And then his fangs release me, and a spark of sadness forms. I want his fangs back, the biting pain, and the unyielding pleasure that followed.
His teeth sink into his wrist, ripping a small wound, he presses it against my lips.“Drink.”
“What?” I’m so surprised I say the word out loud.
“Drink, love.”
I look from him to Ambrose, who reluctantly nods.
So I drink.
And the tingles start in again. The pleasure spreads as I taste Nyx’s blood. I don’t know enough about vampire lore. I don’t know what drinking his blood will do to me. But right now, I’m chasing pleasure, and tasting him is an undeniable pleasure.
Both men thrust harder. Nyx’s fingers move faster over my soaked clit. Ambrose’s hands rub my nipples between his thumb and fingers. Magic swirls around me. Nyx’s blood pumps through me. I feel my orgasm cresting. I try to hold it back, to let this moment stretch longer. Because I know I’ll never get another moment like this again.
The intensity drives through me—hard and fast. Taking control of my body.
I explode.