When I lunged at him, Arys was ready for it. He jerked me away from Shaz hard enough to make me cry out. My shoulder burned, and I turned on him, snarling and snapping. Like the first time I'd experienced Arys' bloodlust, I saw through a red haze.
Blood and death. It was all I cared about in that moment.
It took both men to wrestle me down, and I didn't make it easy for them. The need to feel something die as I bathed in the heady glow of blood and power consumed me until I was lost inside it. I fought them until I was exhausted.
“I'm sorry,” I whispered, unable to take my eyes off my beautiful white wolf. I knew by the look on his face that my eyes were Arys' sensational blue. “It just aches so bad inside.”
“What the hell is happening to her?” Shaz directed his words at Arys, but he had eyes only for me.
Arys sounded defeated when he replied. He held my arms at an incredibly painful angle but it was helping me see through the blood hunger. “It's the bloodlust driving her.
The bond has been formed, and she's experiencing her own hunger, not just remnants of mine. The worst of it will pass … eventually.”
“I'm ok. Don't talk about me like I'm not right here.” That had been snappier than I'd meant for it to be. “Please let me go. I feel like a prisoner.”
Instead of doing as I asked, they looked at one another to decide. That infuriated me, stirring the power inside me in a negative way. Arys studied me with a look heavy with contemplation. Shaz just appeared confused.
Nodding to Shaz, Arys slowly began to release his hold on me. “Get into bed with her, but keep your guard up. She may not even know what she's saying.”
Like hell I didn't. I knew what I said. And, I knew what I wanted, needed. I eyed Shaz hungrily as he slipped back into the bed next to me.
Shaz drew me back against his chest so that he spooned me. Arys wasted no time pressing his nakedness against me, eliminating any possibility of space between us. He was careful not to reach into Shaz’ personal space when he laid a hand on my hip.
“Alexa,” his velvety smooth voice was barely a whisper. “The hunger can be fed by more than blood.”
All it took was the touch of my two lovers to stir the hot embers of the fire simmering in my core. The hunger refused to fade, but it wasn't averse to taking a new direction.
Arys’ eyes were heavy upon me. My breath caught, and I waited in eager anticipation as he slowly brought his face towards mine. My eyes closed and vision ceased to be my main sense. Scent and touch took over as he explored the inside of my mouth with his tongue. He tasted slightly like blood and spice, which triggering a yearning in me for more. I instinctually reached to bury my fingers in his thick, glossy hair.
There was the barest movement at my back as Shaz pulled my long hair to the side, baring the back of my neck. When his mouth came to rest against my sensitive flesh, I quivered between their two firm bodies. His lips and tongue traced hot, wet circles along my sensitive skin, and I became flushed with heat and desire.
Both my body and power eagerly anticipated the joys of two men. I couldn’t hold back the urges that drove me to consume, to take what they were giving and more, should I so desire.
Arys deepened the kiss, and I fell into his seduction. There was possessiveness to his touch that spoke volumes of need. When he nipped and bit my tongue and lower lip, Shaz did the same along the back of my neck. It was a hot spot for me that he knew would bring about the desired response.
A throb began between my legs as Shaz ran a gentle hand down to my thigh where my robe parted. His fingers grazed my skin, stirring the nerve endings to life. A tingle spread from where he touched until it filled my entire body with a warm glow.
Arys’ lips moved to the corner of my mouth in a slow, lazy motion. Tipping my head up ever so slightly, he kissed the soft spot beneath my chin before lavishing my neck with moist little love bites.
My breathing grew heavy as the burning hot power built along with the physical lust.
As I tuned into my metaphysical side, I was able to clearly taste and feel each of their differing energies: warm and cool, life and death, the power in my core was ravenous, with a viciousness I’d had yet to experience. I was intrigued by what they had to give, and I couldn’t help but want it all.
I moaned softly when I felt Shaz press against my ass, rock hard and persistent as his lips traveled down the curve of my neck to my shoulder. The hand on my thigh grew painful as his fingernails became claws. It was a delicious pain though, one that made me itch for more. I ground my butt against him so that his breath came in a hot pant against my skin.
My hands glided over Arys’ taut chest and abdomen, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my fingertips. There wasn’t a lot I could do caught between them the way I was.
It was both intimidating and exciting as they dominated me together.