The energy flowing between us continued to grow. I was caught up in it, like being in the eye of the storm as the calm gave way and the massive thunder crashed over me.
I felt detached from my body, able to feel the onslaught of pleasure but having no control. I writhed on the floor between them, helplessly caught in the throes of both physical and metaphysical joy. The mental aspect of our play was no less effective, driving me over the edge again and again.
When at last I came back to myself, the earth seemed to be spinning. There was a high-pitched squeal in my ears, the sound of too much energy built up too quickly. Shaz reached for my hand to pull me to a sitting position, but I waved him away, needing an additional moment to catch my breath.
I knew when Arys pulled away that he was purposely holding himself back from orgasm. Perhaps he was waiting for the big bang I felt was yet to come. He seemed to be enjoying the climactic highs Shaz and I were hitting. My dark vampire … such a giver.
Shaz reached for the champagne bottle that I’d completely forgotten about. He drained the last of the contents in one large swallow. I lay there watching him, loving the way the fur rug felt against my skin. Arys was looking at me with a new kind of hunger.
Bloodlust.
I held my wrist out to him. His gaze flicked from my offered arm to Shaz, and I knew what he was angling for. Arys wanted a taste of my wolf mate.
He grabbed my wrist in a blur of motion. His action was aggressive and hungry, but he held me carefully. He stroked a finger along the soft spot where my veins were visible.
Looking up at him, I studied the contours of his beautiful face while he bared his fangs.
Shaz stretched out beside me on the fur, and though his arm went across my middle, his gaze was glued to the vampire.
I held my breath when Arys’ fangs punctured my flesh. It was a shallow bite, just enough for him to get a mouthful. The pain was instant, but it didn’t last long. His warm tongue snaked out to lick the wound delicately, and a shock of heat coursed through me.
Arys had pure sex in his bite.
When he looked at Shaz and me, there was blood on his bottom lip. He stared steadily at Shaz. “Are you impressionable enough yet, wolf?”
Shaz didn’t visibly move, but I felt him stiffen beside me. I was more than a little surprised to hear him reply, “Possibly. But only on my terms.”
“Of course,” Arys said with a nod and a badass smile. “Name them.”
I sat in stunned silence, afraid to move or speak lest I destroy the moment. Shaz was going to allow Arys to bite him, and this was something I wanted to see.
“We keep Lex between us,” Shaz stated, finding his comfort zone. “Don’t try anything funny. One bite, a taste … and that’s it.”
“Deal.” Arys held out a hand, and Shaz reached over me to accept it. Arys used their connection to pull Shaz to his knees so that both men knelt facing each other on either side of me. I stayed as I was on my back looking up at them, one arm folded under my head for slight leverage.
I was breathless with anticipation. I hadn’t given much thought to this, but now that it was about to happen, I realized how much the idea turned me on. I wasn’t sure how Arys would go about this. I expected him to ease Shaz into it. I was wrong.
My two men stared deeply into each other, Shaz with caution in his eyes, and Arys oozing delight and lust. Then, Arys moved, fast and precise. Plunging one hand into Shaz’ platinum hair, he forced his head to the side, exposing his neck. Arys bit fast and deep, his fangs suddenly buried in Shaz. Just watching, I felt it in my stomach.
They hovered over me, locked in the blood embrace of a vampire and his victim.
Shaz reached out to steady himself by gripping Arys’ shoulder with a clawed hand. I held my breath, thinking he would attempt to pull away. Instead, he leaned into it.
Shaz made a soft sound somewhere between a moan and a growl. A rivulet of blood escaped Arys, running down Shaz’ neck and falling to stain my stomach crimson. I didn’t dare tear my eyes away from them, but I couldn’t resist running a finger through the blood drop and bringing it to my lips.
I was in awe as I watched the two of them. Arys’ lips were locked on Shaz’ wound and though I couldn’t see it, I knew the way he worked the punctures with his tongue to draw more blood to the surface. My body reacted as if he were feeding from me.
The image before me was something I could have clung to for a lifetime. Yet, it was nothing compared to what came next. Arys jerked his head up, as if he needed to stop before he took too much. I could see the blood on his lips, mine and Shaz’ mixed together. Grasping both sides of Shaz’ face, Arys kissed him with a passion I’d felt but never witnessed as the bystander.
I may have gasped. I’m not sure. The scene before my eyes captivated me. My breath caught, and I blinked a few times. I waited for Shaz to unleash his fury over Arys’