“Fuck! Goddamn, Sameya!” Maximus clenched her head between both his hands. “I need to fuck your mouth. Hard and out of control because that’s the way you make me feel.”
That’s the way they made her feel.
As a response, she flattened her tongue and slid it along the base of his dick. Taking him down her throat sufficed as all the encouragement he needed. He held her head motionless, as he assumed control, driving his cock into her throat over and over again. The scrapes of his piercings surprisingly non-abrasive.
She looked up as he fucked her. With his hand in Maximus’s hair, Gabriel kissed him and then they both watched him thrust between her lips over and over again, each plunge deeper and coming faster than the last. He sank deep, until her nose was flush against his pelvis. Gabriel’s thumb stroked her neck and along Maximus’s cock buried in her windpipe. His first twitch of his climax erupted. On his pull out, he spilled his seed on her tongue. She sucked him back into her mouth, swishing her tongue along the sensitive head. His groan and quivering pleasing her.
Swallowing, she smiled at him and placed a kiss against the slit.
“You should be proud of yourself.” Maximus palmed her cheek. “That was fantastic.”
She moved on to Gabriel’s length, tonguing his balls before sucking him into her mouth. Long slow strokes across his hard flesh. There was power in knowing she controlled their release. And now she felt like playing, so she licked down his erection, and lavished attention to his balls. She flicked her tongue over him on the way up to the head again. His repeated grunts and groans incentive to continue toying with him.
Maximus shifted them so she sat in his lap. He pushed her legs over the outside of his thighs and spread his legs wide. Cool air kissed her exposed pussy and then his fingers found her.
She moaned around Gabriel’s dick stuffed in her mouth. The cat gave her little time to prepare. Helpless and embracing the vulnerability, he fucked her the same way Maximus had, balls deep down her throat, as the vampyr fucked her with his fingers, his thumb grazing her clit.
Trapped between them, she became a useless lump of flesh, experiencing sensation after sensation. She stared at Gabriel through watery eyes, swishing her tongue along his length as he thrust into her mouth. She came, crying out as his cock surged down her throat.
“Fuck,” Gabriel groaned, fisting her hair he held her head motionless as he fucked her throat and climaxed within seconds of hers. His dick twitched in its narrow confines. He pulled out of her mouth. “Did I hurt you, Sameya?”
“No.” Her voice sounded raspy.
Maximus shifted to the center of the bed, spooning her with his fingers still buried inside her. “Rest for a spell.”
“Did you forget something, vampyr?” She dragged a nail over his hand, as Gabriel leapt onto the bed and shifted back into his cat. He settled down beside her.
“No.” Maximus nuzzled the back of her neck. “My fingers remain inside you while we sleep.”
“Gods, the things you two do to me.” And she loved every second of it.
In response, the vampyr bit her nape, but not enough to draw blood. “We’re only getting started.”
Gods have mercy.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Sameya’s boots clicked against the marble as she strode toward the Empress.
“I’m surprised Gabriel and Maximus allowed your departure.” E’Neskha’s amusement was evident in the slight upturn of her lips.
A distraction in sexual play wouldn’t halt Sameya’s agenda. She would put the revolt to rest. Sameya flashed her leader a grin. “They were asleep.”
“That’s an intense duo you have.”
“It’s not like I picked them.” Nature selected the best for each individual, nothing random about it. “Had they been awake, I’m sure they’d be shadowing me.”
The other woman laughed. “They’ll be agitated when they discover you missing.”
Sameya shrugged. Once they found her note detailing where she’d gone, she figured that agitation would turn to ire. Better her mates discover her independence now rather than later.
“You’ll remain with them?” Her Empress motioned to the seat opposite the table where she sat. The Atlantis leader offered her no refreshment, because neither partook of nourishment.
Sitting, she gingerly crossed a leg over the other and tried to ignore the vibration of the dildo in her ass. “Yes. I cannot see a future without them.”
“Then why are you waiting to mate them?”
She glanced about, finding none other present. “Where’s their witch?”
“Kat is elsewhere.” E’Neskha leaned forward. “Be your blunt self. No others are present.”