Chapter 94
Chapter 94
Aemon’s mouth crashes into mine, hot and claiming, his grip firm under my chin as if daring me to flinch.
I don’t. I kiss him harder.
His tongue sweeps mine, slick and greedy, like he wants to memorize the shape of my mouth all over again.
Behind me, Griffin presses in—hard, unmistakable, unrelenting. His cock drags against me, and his hands—fuck—his hands are everywhere. Rough palms smoothing up my ribs, hungry fingers sliding beneath the hem of Aemon’s shirt I’m still wearing.
Aemon pulls back just long enough to growl, “Off.”
Griffin doesn’t wait for a command twice. The shirt’s ripped over my head in one fluid motion. My arms rise instinctively, breath catching as the air kisses my bare skin. My chest heaving between them.
And then Aemon’s back on me. No pause. No mercy. He kisses me like he wants to brand me from the inside out, his teeth dragging my bottom lip, biting it—tasting it.
I moan into him, already wrecked and we’ve barely started.
Aemon’s lips drag down my throat, his teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper. His hands slide over my ribs, thumbs teasing the swell of my breasts but never fully touching. Bastard.
I can feel the slickness on the lips of my pussy.
Behind me, Griffin groans low in his throat. “She’s already wet,” he mutters. “Dripping for us.”
I don’t deny it.
Because his fingers are there—between my thighs, teasing, stroking with a maddening patience that doesn’t match the thick pressure of his cock grinding against me. One swipe over my clit and I cry out into Aemon’s mouth.
“You like that, don’t you, love?” Aemon breathes against my lips.
I nod, dazed, drunk on them.
Griffin shoves two fingers inside me and I let out a gasp that abruptly turns into a whimper when he pulls them out.
Close to my ear, I hear Griffin’s deep voice. “Fuck, you taste good, Blake.”
Before I can form a thought, my body is turned—manhandled by strong hands until I’m facing Griffin now. His long dark hair falls around his shoulders as he grabs my face and kisses me, deep and claiming. Possessive.
I moan into his mouth, tasting myself as Aemon moves behind me, hands worshipping. His fingers find my nipples, teasing, tugging, sending sparks dancing under my skin. My back arches into his touch. My hips grind against Griffin’s cock, seeking friction.
The only word left in my mind is more.
“Fuck, she’s greedy today,” Aemon murmurs against the shell of my ear.
“Then let’s show her what being ours means,” Griffin says, voice gravel and hunger.
“Ohhh,” I moan against Griffin’s lips. He grabs my hair possessively, kissing me hard.
Griffin’s fangs graze my jaw, my neck and down to my breasts.
I moan loudly as Griffin circles my nipple with his tongue. Then he moves down my stomach, kissing along it until he reaches my mound.
Heat’s pooling low and demanding release inside me.
Griffin pushes my legs apart and spreads my pussy lips to lick at my juices.
My hands reach for Aemon’s hair behind me, and my head turns over just enough to kiss him as Griffin’s mouth devours my wet pussy.
I can’t believe this is the night they are going to take me together.
I want to know what it is like to have them both inside me at the same time so badly.
Griffin laps at my clit. I cry out, but the sound dies in Aemon’s kiss. I feel my arousal peaking.
Aemon draws away, staring down at me. “Goddess, you’re beautiful.”
I wish I could smile back up at him.
But between my thighs, Griffin works like a man starved—tongue lapping, teasing, dragging circles until my legs tremble. He flicks my clit.
“Ohhh! I’m going to come—”
“No,” Griffin growls, making me whimper. “Not yet. Not until we’re both inside you. Then you can come.”
Well, hell.
That isn’t fair.
I hear the unmistakable rustle of clothing—fabric hitting the floor—and glance over, only to freeze.
Aemon is naked. Gloriously, unashamedly naked. And pumping his thick cock as he watches Griffin devour me.
“What the hell is that?” I blurt, my eyes widening. “Did you kill someone mid-stroke or…?”
Aemon’s hard cock is absolutely, unmistakably smeared in blood.
Griffin doesn’t even look up from where he’s buried between my legs. “How do you think I fucked your ass last time, Blake?”
My jaw drops.
They both chuckle.
I turn to Griffin, still shocked. “With—blood?”
Aemon chuckles low and dirty, still stroking himself slowly. “Vampire healing. Multifunctional.”
Griffin finally glances up, his lips glistening.
“I used my blood so it wouldn’t hurt you,” Griffin tells me. Then, his mouth curls in a smirk. “Much.”
I gape. “That’s disgustingly...” Hot.
So fucking hot!
He raises a brow. “You weren’t complaining when you were screaming my name.”
I groan.
Aemon leans in close behind me, his breath hot on my ear. “And tonight, it’s my turn to fuck you there.”