Spellbound (4 page)

Holding their heads to her breasts, she closed her eyes and relaxed into the bed. Pleasure swept her away like a tide, lifting and lightening her body until she was sure she’d float away if it weren’t for her two anchors. She gave a gasp when they shifted and she felt two fingers slide into her, thrusting at opposite times. The dual teasing would undo her before she had a chance to feel them inside her again and she didn’t want to have to wait for her body to recover again. Mewling, she writhed under their touch and they both sucked harder on her nipples, their tongues constantly laving the hard peaks.

Her stomach tensed, the warning sign of impending orgasm. She pushed against them, giving them a silent command to stop what they were doing. She had to have them inside her again, had to surrender to them and let them take her until her mind numbed with the pleasure.

Both of them pushed themselves up and looked down at her, their confused looks making her smile.

“Come back inside,” she whispered and their eyes darkened in unison. “I need to feel you both in me.”

They grinned, fiendishly exposing sharp canines that made a jolt run through her. The flames of desire exploded into an inferno and her voice trembled when she next spoke.

“And stay like that … both of you…” The thought of their heightened strength being used in their love game made slick moisture pool in her pussy. She clenched her muscles and moaned when her clit throbbed. She needed them back inside.

Sitting up, she stared at them as they moved to kneel before her, both wearing patient looks as they waited for their next order. Their cocks twitched and she struggled to keep her hands off them. She didn’t want to tease them before they entered her. She wanted them to last as long as possible and not stop until they had both spent themselves in her, regardless of how blind with pleasure she became.

“I could beg, plead and order you to stop … but don’t … not until you can’t take any more. I want to feel you both,” she said, giving a pointed look to their erections and then trailing her eyes up over their chests to their faces. “I want you to be in control.”

They grinned again, their canines shining in the warm light.

“Venturi,” she said, and bent over onto all fours. She wriggled her backside at him and he sneered, his black eyes narrowing on it.

She smiled at Valentine and motioned with her head for him to come to her. He did, kneeling before her and looking down into her eyes as she looked up. He was an imposing figure from this angle, smooth marble skin sculpted to perfection but marked with battle scars, some of which she had witnessed happen.

His bright blue eyes watched her like a hawk. She felt as though she was his prey, a lamb to the slaughter. Her whole body trembled when he smiled that slight smile of his, exposing the points of his canines.

Her gaze lowered to his cock and she tentatively licked up the length of it. Venturi’s hands were cold against her hips and it was hard to stop herself from tensing when he nudged her knees together and moved astride them. This was one thing she’d never thought would happen with him, especially not with Valentine in the room.

As she wrapped her lips around Valentine’s hard cock, Venturi eased himself into her tight core, burying himself as deep as possible. She stilled for a moment and smiled when both men sighed over being back inside her. Pushing back against Venturi at the same time as she began to suck and lick Valentine’s length, she closed her eyes and waited.

Venturi pulled out and slammed deep into her, sending a wave of tingles through her that made her moan. His fingers dug into her hips and he thrust again, starting up a hard and deep pace that made her feel sure she was going to cum before long. She focused on Valentine’s cock, using it as a distraction to keep herself from clenching Venturi as he rammed into her, snarling. She growled and arched her back when Valentine grabbed her head with both of his hands and began to gently thrust into her mouth. Forcing her throat to relax, she swallowed him down as deep as she could without gagging and stopped her breathing.

With both of them thrusting into her, she felt like a slave to their lust and desire. She was powerless to resist them and thrilled at letting them take her body. Venturi growled behind her and quickened his pace, pounding her as though he had little control over himself and was a slave to his need for her. The air was filled with their combined moans and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. She tensed around Venturi’s cock and as he slammed into her from behind, stars exploded in front of her eyes and her body quivered with release. He slowed but she growled, urging him on and silently pleading him to obey what she’d said and keep going for as long as he could before coming.

Valentine continued to fuck her mouth, his long cock filling it and making drool run down her chin as he drew out and forced himself in again. She licked all around him as he slowed, a strange calm contrast to the frenzied thrusts of Venturi behind her. She could feel her juices leaving her, flowing down over her clit and into her curly hair as Venturi slid into her, his grip still tight on her hips, unrelenting.

She gave a muffled ‘more’ and took Valentine deep into her mouth, her tongue flicking along his cock and teasing his head as she clenched Venturi, begging for another release. Her body shook with need and fatigue, but she wouldn’t give in to the latter. She wanted endless bliss, wanted this to go on forever, and she wouldn’t stop until the spell lifted or she passed out.

Venturi squeezed her knees together and rammed hard into her, sending another orgasm crashing through her and making her temporarily forget to suck Valentine. He growled and grabbed a fistful of her hair, shoving his cock into her mouth. She smiled at how demanding he was being and sucked him as hard and deep as she could. Her reward was a mouthful of thick cum and she swallowed it down, not releasing him until he had finished twitching. She licked him as Venturi continued to fuck her, her backside hitting him hard as their flesh met and fell away again. He growled and it vibrated through her. She tensed, wanting to find another release, but was too weak to hold it. Her whole body felt flushed with desire and she mewled as she struggled to push herself into coming.

She squeezed her eyes shut when he pushed her knees apart and leaned over her. His fingers danced against her pert clit, squeezing and stroking it, pushing her towards an orgasm. He deepened his thrusts into her and she almost screamed as blinding light pierced through the darkness of her closed eyes, her mind emptying and her whole body shaking as she came. He growled and jerked against her, thrusting into her and shooting his load.

Collapsing to the bed, she felt Venturi slip from her folds and drifted away into oblivion.

She didn’t know how long she’d slept, but she woke to a feeling of tightness in her belly and frowned as she came to her senses. She was lying on her side on the bed and someone was behind her, moving inside her with slow gentle thrusts that calmed and soothed her.

She moaned quietly and took a deep breath. It was Valentine. She could smell him close to her and could sense his feelings. It was all tender love and affection, and she felt the same. She kissed his hand as he brushed it across her lips and then closed her eyes, savouring the quiet and intimate connection after the tempest of earlier.

“Let me see you,” she whispered and he pulled out of her, rolling her onto her back and nestling himself between her thighs.

She sighed when he filled her again, his movements slow and gentle, making her feel as though she’d come through the storm and was now floating on calm warm seas. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and then hooked her legs around his hips. He smiled at her, not a slight one this time, but a wide smile full of love that looked as though he hadn’t been able to contain it. His eyes brightened with it, emerald pools of tenderness that made her warm inside. She smiled back at him, showing him that she loved him and hoping he’d be able to sense it in her.

Peace surrounded them and they made no sound as they moved against each other. She loved being skin on skin with him, sharing a quiet intimate moment like this. It made her feel the true depth of her love for him, and his for her. Here in this place, nothing else mattered.

Valentine lowered his head and captured her lips. Kissing her, he slowed his thrusts until he was barely moving inside of her. He wanted to savour this connection, make it last as long as possible so he could absorb the beautiful feelings she was showing him. He knew that on some level it was about reassurance over what they were doing, but he doubted that she could see that. She was probably thinking about the connection too, and the countless times they’d done this.

He needed it today more than ever. Her little spell had brought him much needed distraction from his duties and even though it was wearing off, he still wanted to indulge her fantasies. It was her Death Day, and in moments like this, he knew that he was always first in her heart.

He lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing along the sensitive flesh as she held him closer. He frowned when he felt a pang of sadness in her and pulled back, staring into her eyes. He brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek and tried to draw her feelings out of her, wanting to know what had caused such a sudden change.

“Never leave me,” she whispered, eyes sparkling with tears.

He was taken back to how it had been all those months ago, fighting for their lives and to save the world, unable to voice how they felt about each other until that pinnacle moment. She’d told him to turn her fully, to make her his for eternity, and he had, because life without her wasn’t worth living.

“Never,” he whispered against her lips and kissed her. She tightened against him and he could feel the strength of her restraint as she tried not to cry. This was supposed to be a happy day and a mindless night of passion. She’d given him reassurance at the start, but had left none for herself. “I shall never leave you, my love.”

He felt her smile against his lips and hers trembled as she kissed him, holding him tight and so close to her he could barely move. He eased into her again, keeping it slow and deep. It was as fulfilling as it had ever been, always been. He couldn’t get enough of her and felt as though he was drowning in his feelings, emotions only she had ever made him truly feel.

Prophecy closed her eyes, making the tears that had been in them slip down the sides of her face. She focused everything on kissing him, on savouring this moment as though it would be their last, and on making him see how much she loved him. Her fingers threaded into his hair as he kissed along her jaw and purred into her ear. She couldn’t stop herself from responding with her own purr as he thrust into her, sending shivers of pleasure across her skin.

She bit her lower lip when his teeth ghosted over her throat and she silently begged him to do it. She wanted to feel it, wanted it to push her over the edge again. Her senses told her that the spell was wearing off and she was beginning to grow scared that it was all going to fall apart now. Valentine would grow angry with her. Venturi would never speak to her again.

She clung to Valentine and her heart melted when he whispered sweet words of reassurance into her ear. She hoped they were true. He wouldn’t leave her and everything was all right.

When Valentine curled his hips up and came, she tensed around him and used the feeling of his cock throbbing inside her to move her to her own orgasm. She sighed out her breath and held onto him, not letting him leave her.

“I love you,” he whispered into her ear and her smile widened.

“Hmm, I love you too.” She cupped his cheek and lured him in for a kiss. She wondered if she had been dreaming when she realised that she couldn’t see or sense Venturi in the room.

Valentine slid out of her and pressed a brief kiss to her lips.

She stretched out on the bed, feeling so boneless that she could melt into it. Smiling to herself, she twirled strands of hair around her fingers and looked at Valentine. He was watching her, vivid green eyes not hiding anything, and it was a relief to see them so full of love and affection. There wasn’t the slightest hint of anger or annoyance in them or his feelings.

Sitting up, she looked around and frowned at the empty room. When Venturi walked out of the bathroom, completely nude and drying himself off with a towel, her frown lifted and she smiled. Clearly she’d been asleep a while if her companions had decided to shower. She ran her fingers through Valentine’s hair and realised he’d not had one yet.

Valentine kissed her cheek. She nuzzled him and then left the bed and walked past Venturi to the bathroom. Cleaning herself up, she stared in the empty mirror at the vacant room behind her. She didn’t know why she still had a mirror when she couldn’t see her reflection.

She threw the tissues away and turned to look at Valentine and Venturi. Venturi was watching her, drying himself off, and her eyes slid easily over his body to his cock. He was hard again, rigid with need, but when she brought her eyes back up to meet his, she could see a change in them. The spell was definitely wearing off. No longer commanded by the lust it had ignited in all of them, they were all beginning to feel a little nervous.

Well, all but Valentine.

He walked into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him as he licked her neck. She shuddered and closed her eyes, wishing he’d go through with it and stop teasing her. She wanted to feel his fangs in her, wanted that delicious head rush that came with him stealing blood from her. She wanted to bite him back. He had such strong blood, it was like a drug.

When he released her, she looked at Venturi again, remembering how potent his blood was. She’d only ever tasted a little of it, but it was strong. His age had given him strength. A flash of heat swept over her when she remembered how strong Hyperion’s blood had been. Three times Venturi’s age at three thousand years old, Hyperion had blood so potent that only a sip of it had made her feel invincible.

She shook herself out of her thoughts before they could dive down the avenue of wondering what tonight would’ve been like had she let him in.