Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
“I’ll help her—I swore I would, didn’t I?” Ravik growled, irritated at the Blood Kindred’s accusatory words.
“Then help,” Sev told him. “Come on—get closer to me.” He looked at Cassie, who was kneeling in front of them, her eyes wide with hunger. “Do you need us touching shafts again, sweetheart?” he asked.
She nodded.
“I’m sorry, Ravik—I know you don’t like it, but it helps when I drink from both of you at once.”
Her words rang in his ears.
I know you don’t like it.
More like you shouldn’t like it, whispered an accusing little voice in his head. But you do, don’t you? You want to rub against Sev as much as you want to feel Cassie’s hot little tongue caressing you both.
He pushed the thought away and scooted closer to the Blood Kindred. What he was doing—sharing a woman with another male and allowing himself to touch and be touched intimately by that same male—was strongly condemned in his culture. If the clan his family came from on Rageron knew what he was doing, they would kick him out.
But Cassie needs this and I promised to give her everything she needs, he reminded himself. I have to follow through. Once this is all done, I’ll leave and never look back.
For now though, he didn’t flinch when Sev scooted closer and angled his body so that their cocks rubbed together. He didn’t try to pull away when Cassie started caressing both their broad heads with her soft, wet little tongue. He just reached out to stroke her hair and watched as she sucked them both together.
The feeling was… indescribable. It was wrong. It was so fucking wrong, and it was the most intense pleasure he’d ever known.
The first brush of Severin’s cool, smooth length against his own hot, throbbing shaft sent a jolt straight to his gut. Cassie’s small, warm hands guided them, pressing them firmly together, and the friction was electric. It was a dual sensation—the velvety wet heat of her mouth as she took them both in, and the shocking, intimate slide of his own flesh against another male’s.
Guilt was a cold stone in his chest, but it was drowned out by the roaring tide of sensation. Every lick of her tongue, every suck of her cheeks, was amplified by the knowledge that Severin was feeling it too, right beside him.
He could hear the Blood Kindred’s sharp intake of breath, could feel the minute tremors that ran through the lean body pressed against his side. They weren’t just both receiving pleasure from Cassie—they were sharing the experience, connected by her mouth and by the undeniable rub of cock against cock.
This is forbidden, the voice of his clan elders hissed. A Beast Kindred claims his mate alone. He does not share her touch, and he certainly does not share his own body.
But his body didn’t care about the rules. It only cared about the perfect, tight seal of Cassie’s lips…the clever flick of her tongue tracing the sensitive seam where the two broad heads met…the way her throat worked as she tried to take more of them. It cared about the way Severin’s hip shifted, pressing them even tighter together, creating a hot, slick channel of their combined flesh for her to worship with her soft little mouth.
“Fuuck…”
A low groan was torn from Ravik’s throat. He tangled his fingers deeper in Cassie’s hair, not to force but to feel more of her softness. His other hand fisted at his side as he watched her sucking them both.
He ought to be repulsed, he told himself. He ought to pull away.
Instead, he felt a savage, possessive thrill.
Look at her, he thought, watching her beautiful, flushed face work between them. She’s taking us both. She wants us both. And we’re letting her.
He chanced a glance at Severin. The Blood Kindred’s head was thrown back against the seat, his pale throat working, his usually impeccable control in tatters. Their eyes met for a fractured second—and in that moment, there was no animosity, no past betrayal. There was only a mirrored, stunned hunger—a mutual surrender to a pleasure that was greater than the sum of its parts.
Cassie moaned around them, the vibration shooting straight to Ravik’s balls. He was close—he could feel the tension coiling at the base of his spine, could feel Severin’s shaft pulsing in time with his own—skin against his skin.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Severin gasped, his voice ragged. “Take it. Take us both in that sweet mouth of yours.”
Ravik couldn’t speak. He could only watch, and feel, and drown in the wrongness and the rightness of it.
His pleasure built—fed by her mouth…by the friction…by the sheer taboo wrongness of the act. When he and Sev had done this last time, he hadn’t been fully in his right mind—the Hunger Virus had clouded his thoughts, not allowing any guilt to get through.