Chapter 77 77
Aidan
I’m kissing Lois, but it feels wrong while Ezequiel keeps kissing her neck too. She shifts higher, and I slide between her legs, slipping my arms under her back to pull her close, but Ezequiel holds her back, not letting me take her away. He growls. I want to pull back, but Lois won’t let me.
I know this isn’t going to work. It can’t work.
“We are one,” Lois tells me.
Ezequiel pulls her toward him again, but I don’t move closer.
I stop.
“Lois…” I say, angry. Is it so wrong to want her all to myself?
“Aidan, we are one,” she says again, as if those words have the power to convince me. Do they?
I go back to her and kiss her fiercely, not caring that Ezequiel is still part of it. I want her like crazy; my mind and body burn with the need to be inside her. I feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her lips, and everything else fades away.
Nothing else matters right now.
Ezequiel keeps kissing her neck, his hands roaming over Lois’s body, and though I feel him there, I don’t stop.
We are one, I repeat to myself, letting that truth settle in my mind. My desire for Lois is stronger than any resentment or jealousy. My mouth moves urgently over hers, my hands exploring every inch of her skin.
She moans into the kisses, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging just enough to drive me wilder. Ezequiel holds her steady, his hands just as possessive, and I can feel the tension and the connection between the three of us.
“Lois,” I murmur against her lips, the word thick with need and longing.
She answers with a sigh, grinding against me, her body answering every touch. Ezequiel doesn’t hold back—his kisses grow harder, his hands more demanding. It all feels like a storm of emotion and sensation, each of us reaching for something we’d lost. Something that lives in Lois.
“Aidan… Ezequiel…” Lois whispers, her voice shaking.
Ezequiel pulls back for a moment, shifting to the side. I move over her fully and cup her face, looking into her eyes.
What am I supposed to do? The question burns in my head. This is the bond between Lois and me. I already knew what the collar screamed at me every time I saw her or felt her beside me, but after drinking from her, after giving her my blood, the certainty became absolute. No room for doubt.
I part her thighs and I’m seconds from sliding into her. Lois’s hands run over my arms as our hunger collides like a wildfire. I’m nervous—fuck, I’m nervous—for too many reasons to count. I glance at Ezequiel; he moves closer and rests Lois’s head on his thighs.
“I want her for myself,” I say, demanding her, mine alone.
He doesn’t answer, but Lois does—without words. She pulls at my hands and my body falls onto hers. Her legs wrap around me, urging me against her. My cock feels the slick heat of her pussy and I close my eyes. I can’t resist. I can’t complain. I think I’m in control, but I know I’m not—not when her eyes lock onto mine.
It’s her. She’s the one in control.
“Don’t make me wait,” she begs while Ezequiel strokes her hair.
My body surrenders to her and I push inside. Lois’s eyes flutter shut as I fill her.
My body… I know it’s not mine anymore. It’s hers. It belongs to this desire. Being inside her is the most real thing I’ve ever felt. I start to move, thrusting deeper, and Lois welcomes me. Her hands grip my arms, her legs still locked around me, refusing to let go—and I don’t want to escape. I want to be buried in her again and again, always.
My mouth finds her neck and I kiss her there. I hear Lois whisper in my ear and the words make me shudder.
“Bite me, Aidan. Drink from me,” she pleads.
My tongue traces her skin, my fangs lengthening as she clutches the collar. When I sink into her neck, Lois cries out.
Her blood floods my mouth like it’s been waiting for exactly this moment. It’s the strangest, most dangerous, and yet most satisfying sensation I’ve ever known.
My thrusts turn frantic, desperate. Lois meets every one, her moans blending with the rush of blood into my mouth. I feel the bond between us growing stronger—something deeper than anything I’ve ever experienced. An unbreakable connection, something neither time nor distance could ever sever.
Ezequiel watches us, his gaze intense, fixed on the union we’re forging. There’s no jealousy in his eyes, only acceptance of what can’t be fought. He knows this is part of something bigger, something beyond the three of us.
I pull back slightly, my fangs slipping from her skin as my tongue laps the last drops of blood. She gasps, her body trembling beneath me. I kiss her again, my lips crashing into hers in pure, raw need. Ezequiel keeps stroking her hair, his hands gentle and protective, never leaving her body.
She takes one of my fingers into her mouth and bites down. My head spins, and I bury my face in her neck again. Ezequiel’s hands cradle her face, tilting it to give my fangs clear access.
Her blood tastes the same as always—like it’s the only thing I could ever drink, the only thing in this world I’m meant to feed on.