Page 34 of Devoted

“I didn’t think you’d take so long,” I murmured, shifting to give him better access, then biting my lips as he stroked the curve of my hip, my pussy tingling as I arched into his touch.

He made a low, pleased sound, sliding his fingers between my legs.

“Open for me, my beautiful bella. Let me inside.”

The command took hold, my body obeying instantly, legs spreading as far as they would go, but I was still trapped between Gabriel and my husband. Then a big, calloused hand wrapped around my left thigh and pulled.

“She already came once.” Dante sank his teeth into the tendon where my neck joined my shoulder, pressing hard enough to leave a mark. “She’s wet and ready for your tongue. Lick her clean so I can fuck her. Then you’ll take Gabriel’s cock in your mouth, won’t you, moglie? Let my brother fuck those pretty lips and spill down your throat while you take every drop he feeds you?”

Gods, they were going to kill me.

My body caught fire as Dante’s filthy words were accentuated by Gabriel’s fingers plunging in and out, a ruthless rhythm that had my hips bucking off the mattress to meet every stroke.

“That’s it, tesoro. You love taking us both, don’t you?”

A rhetorical question I didn’t bother answering, because Dante’s mouth crashed down on mine, forcing his tongue between my lips with a desperation only matched by mine. Gods, I loved being kissed like this. The way he groaned against my mouth, the way his fingers were an iron band around my thigh, holding me in place for Gabriel to explore.

I loved being overpowered by these big, strong vampires, who could snap me in half like a twig, but instead, strummed my body like an instrument until my nipples were aching and my clit throbbed with every heartbeat.

I felt them everywhere.

Inside, like a constellation of burning stars.

Outside, with their expert, ruthless possession of my body that didn’t stop, not even when I let out a guttural, animalistic noise.

Gabriel shoved between my legs, pushing me apart with those broad shoulders. Dante pulled my leg even wider to give him more access, pressing his other hand to my chest to pin me in place, eyes glowing as he stared down at me.

“He’s going to lick that sweet cunt of yours, and you’re going to come for him, Emberline. Then you’ll take your husband’s cock like a good little wife. And I’m going to fuck you hard. No mercy. Exactly the way you like it.”

My cunt clenched in anticipation.

The first swipe of Gabriel’s tongue was an assault on every one of my senses—pressure and glorious slickness and brutal suction. My nipples ached so badly, they hurt.

Dante leaned in, fastened his mouth over one, and lashed the hardened point with his tongue.

I writhed, mindless, searching for more.

More pressure, more… more… something.

Gods, this was pure torture, and I was so close, so close I was going to…

Gabriel and Dante pulled away at the same time, matching wicked grins on their faces.

“Not so fast. You’ll come on my cock, tesoro, while I’m filling you up with seed,” he crooned, fingers digging in deeper, denting my skin.

“I thought you were going to make me come first,” I hissed.

“Changed my mind,” my unrepentant husband purred.

Fixing an evil, one-eyed glare on both of them for my interrupted orgasm, I snapped, “Then what are you waiting for?” The room spun as Dante flipped me onto my belly, scooped an arm under my hips and hoisted me to my knees, then shoved his knee between my legs to spread me wide.

Gabriel tangled his fingers in my hair and pressed his cock against my lips, leaving a smear of salt across my lips.

“Lick it off,” he husked. “Let me see you work that tongue, angel.”

I obliged, then went him one better, lapping at his slit ravenously, gathering up every drop of his essence, running my tongue around the rim of his crown.

He threw his head back with a rasping curse, his muscled abdomen flexing. “Fuck, if you knew what that does to me…”