Chapter 165 Decadent

Chapter 165 Decadent
❀ Maeve ❀

It felt too good to be true.
Nikolai glanced away from Bastain to meet my gaze. His lips curved to reveal sharp, sexy fangs.
Bastian insistently rubbed his cock along the parting of my ass, the length unyielding. Intimidating.
One cock behind me, another stiffening in front of me. Delicious shivers wracked my body.
My breasts were heavy in Bastian’s palms, nipples searing as he kneaded them between his fingers.
The air in the room was tense, sizzling with lust and the overwhelming blend of both their scents.
My senses were haywire. Touch, smell, a teasing wetness gathering between my legs.
My fangs sharpened. All that remained was taste.
I wrenched Bastian’s hands from me, stepping out of his cage.
Chest heaving, I pinned both of them with my gaze.
“I’m not an object to be competed over, you know.”
Nikolai looked on the verge of pouncing, Bastian’s gaze was dark with want.
I shuddered again.
So this was what prey felt like right before the chase.
“What then do you want, Milaya? My very blood boils to soothe your ache. I can scent it.”
My neck and cheeks heated violently. They could smell my arousal. It was terrifyingly intimate and primal. 
Bastian took a step forward.
“Stop,” I said, voice close to a startled yelp. “We’ll do this at my pace. Nothing less.”
“As you wish.”
I noticed neither of them acknowledged the other anymore. After that initial display of dominance from Bastian, the dynamic was volatile.
Nikolai simmered in faux control, but I knew once he got his hands on me, I’d burn.
Bastian’s intentions were no secret. I was getting fucked, hard, tonight.
My core clenched at the realization.
I had to take control, or they’d make roadkill out of me.
Meeting Bastian’s gaze, I slowly shrugged my dress strap off one shoulder. His throat bobbed on a swallow.
The fabric brushed my nipples on the way down, intensifying my hunger. Once it hit the ground, I glanced at Nikolai to take his measure.
His pants stretched around his thick length, a wet spot drawing my eye. I bit my lip.
How to do this?
My fantasies had been wild, confident.
But steering two powerful creatures on opposing sides seemed daunting. And I was trapped in the middle.
I walked to the bed, naked, my hair grazing my lower back, teasing the nerves there. Everything served to arouse me, even the soft threads of the covers and the slight dip as I climbed onto it.
“Move, my darkness.”
Nikolai gazed at me with challenge, his claws flexing. I lifted my chin, slitting my eyes.
He finally moved from the center and rested closer to the edge.
Now what?
Still on all fours, I turned to look at Bastian. He wasn’t there.
Taken by surprise, I scanned the room, looking behind me—
There he was.
His breath tickled my center. “You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever fucking seen,” he growled.
Nikolai chuckled in front of me. “Yes, she does.”
Before I could protest, Bastian grabbed my ass and buried his face in my pussy.
I let out a ragged breath, back arching as he dragged his hot tongue from my clit up.
I closed my eyes and moaned.
No, don’t get distracted. I’m supposed to be in charge!
“Bastian—”
Nikolai grasped my jaw, slanting his lips over mine.
Bastian’s bruising grip stung my ass as he spread me, guttural grunts vibrating against my clit as he sucked and devoured every drop of wetness.
“Mmmhp!”
Nikolai’s tongue twined with mine, hands straying to my breasts, cupping and weighing them.
A tight coil of pleasure whipped through my body between their attentions. My mind slipped into that fog where nothing mattered but reaching my climax.
I moaned with abandon, hands wandering over Nikolai’s body, his smooth, hard muscles, the waist of his pants.
My fingers found the buttons and ripped them apart. Our lips parted, and I looked down just in time to see his cock bob free.
I spasmed at the sight—or was it because Bastian now had two fingers in my cunt and his mouth suctioned around my clitoris?
At the last moment, I lunged forward, away from his wicked mouth and deep groans.
I whirled on him. “I told you to wait, did I not?” My voice was breathy, my center tingling from rapture denied. “You almost stole that from me. It wasn’t freely given.”
Even as I spoke, my hips rolled wantonly. Bastian was a beast.
His eyes had completely blackened, his mouth gleaming from my juices.
“What do you want from me? To deny my every instinct to fuck you raw?”
His hand gripped my ankle, pulling me back to him.
Nikolai suddenly wrapped his hands around my chest, claiming my breasts. “She wants what only I can provide, wolf. Maybe wait outside?”
Bastian snarled, the sound raising the hairs on my nape.
“Shut it, both of you.”
Nikolai still rolled my nipples. I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus.
I had to punish them somehow—they weren’t listening. Ruling two kingdoms began with dominating these two men.
Bastian was crawling up my body—when had his pants disappeared? His cock swung between his legs like a pendulum.
His jaw was slack, tongue peeking out to lick his lips.
I melted, but couldn’t take the insubordination.
Gripping Nikolai’s hand from my breast, I squeezed until the bone snapped. I kicked Bastian’s shoulder, sending him backward.
That did it.
Bastian smirked but didn’t advance. Nikolai’s body no longer caged mine. I missed their warmth already. 
“Now will you listen?” I purred.
Bastian’s eyes promised retribution.
I ignored him, dragging myself back until I was in the very center, my back against the headboard.
Now I could see them both. Like rabid dogs keen for a taste of my honey.
The ravenous looks on their faces were my undoing. I never wanted to be observed with anything less.
I let my legs fall open slowly, both their gazes snapping there.
There was only one thing I wanted, and with the raw confidence from holding them back flowing through me, I was brave enough to risk it.
“I want to watch you kiss.”
It was selfish and indulgent and not what they signed up for—but it was what I wanted.
Nikolai dragged his gaze from my sopping center to smirk at Bastian.
“Very well,” he cocked his head. “If the wolf can handle it.”
Bastian had murder in his eyes, but somehow, it wasn’t vitriol—it was a challenge.
I wanted to see them together. To see opposites attract.
To my surprise, it wasn’t Nikolai that made the first move.
Bastian crossed the length of the bed easily and grabbed Nikolai by the throat.
I gasped at his roughness, but then he pressed his mouth against Nikolai’s. I knew they could both taste me.
Such an intoxicating, incredible view.
Their jawlines mirrored each other, dark hair complementing different skin tones.
Bastian was tanned and sweaty. Nikolai was pale as wax with bunching muscles.
My fingers slid down my stomach, trapping my bud with tentative strokes. I moaned deep and low as Bastian firmly thrust his tongue between Nikolai’s lips.
My vampire met him with as much force, making for a noisy, sloppy mess.
My breaths came fast. I could watch them move forever.
Then they pulled apart, and Bastian immediately looked to me for my next instruction.
“Who do you want to fuck you first?” he rasped.
With a coy smile, I let my legs fall open.