Chapter 274. Feeding II

Chapter 274: 274. Feeding II

Maisie

I ran my tongue up and down the seam, and then flattening it under until his hips bucked, and I took him in hand, giving him something to fuck as I licked every inch of his length until the motion was smooth.

Jericho’s fingers flew into my hair and he let out a low groan. "Fuck, malyshka."

I sucked down as far as I could—half way—and hummed when he hit the back of my throat. His back bowed off the bed, jamming up a few inches down my throat and I gagged on him, my teeth nicking a vein.

His growl was guttural and I lost control again the second his blood hit my tongue.

I was alive. I was so alive. I had never been more alive in my life. I held down his hips and drank, and his eyes blackened, his Lycan watching me eat him alive. It made me feel powerful and alive.

"Dieu, fuck. That shouldn’t be hot," Quinlan rasped.

I was voracious. My nipples tightened and my rump curved as all of the blood gathered between my thighs, filling the air with the musk of arousal so thick, that little, rational part of me felt ashamed.

But she was quickly buried with the electric touch of Soren’s fingers on my body. They slid down my waist, hooking in my waist band, and cold air kissed my ass as he tore off the black, stolen leather pants.

I moaned around Jericho, my stomach clamping tight as his hands braced my hips. I grinned against the air, my claws digging into Jericho’s thighs as Soren snapped the band of my panties, tossing it to the side

Yes, yes, please, I tried to say, but Jericho’s hips snapped higher, robbing me of speech.

And I lost my senses completely when Soren parted my thighs and lowered his face between my ass cheeks.

I cried out, the sound muffling as my fangs dug deeper into Jericho, needing the fire in his blood and the pleasure of Soren’s wicked mouth.

It was almost enough to make me forget what was missing, what my Lycan truly wanted. She wanted our bond restored and strengthened permanently. She wanted Mercer and the intimate things he did to us. She wanted all four of our mates marking and sating us. She wanted things we couldn’t dare to wish for.

I pushed the thought so far away, nothing could hurt me anymore. I became lust and flesh, a vessel of sweet, forbidden pleasure.

Soren’s right hand slid suddenly under me, rubbing over my swollen clit and catching at the fluid that pooled beneath me. "You’re soaking the bed, Adams," he groaned, voice dark.

My eyes crossed when he pressed a finger up inside of me. We all heard the wet slide of the touch.

"Merde," Quinlan groaned me pushed off the wall, prowling closer to watch. He shed his clothes as he came, and my body tightened as I watched his. He looked as beautiful as I remembered it, muscles rippling with preternatural grace as he padded over like a great beast.

And I instantly wanted sex more than I wanted blood.

I immediately began to move myself on Soren’s hand. When he pushed another finger inside, I sobbed against Jericho, taking him deeper than I ever had. Finally, finally.

Soren sucked at my pulse, moving his free hand to keep my leg from kicking again as he pumped inside of me with the other. I knew what was coming, but I was too focused on his fingers fucking into me to worry about the approaching bite.

The telltale bright tingle of pleasure was building inside of me, my lips falling open and small, aching cries falling out as Jericho’s grip on my hair grew even tighter, his hips slapping against my jaw with reckless abandon.

When Soren’s fangs sank into my clit, I screamed, thrashing from the pain, the pleasure that whited out my vision.

He curled his fingers inside of me, pressing up and finding that spot that left me arching up, lightning thrills running through me.

A burst of heat exploded out of me as I came, wetting Soren’s hands and lips, and I was sobbing and gasping as I rode out my orgasm, my limbs weakening to jelly as he pulled his fingers out of me.

I’d barely gotten a moment to catch my breath when Jericho yanked me off his cock, lifting me to his chest. His eyes burned into mine as he mumbled darkly against my mouth, "My turn."

I gasped when in a second, I found that I was restrained underneath him, my wrists held high by a wrist. I pushed back but I couldn’t move.

My Lycan growled in displeasure, but soon quietened when Jericho caught my earlobe between his teeth and pulled sweetly. "I’m going to take my sweet time with you, malyshka."

I didn’t want to be teased. I wanted him to fuck me. Hard. Rough. Fast.

But his mouth lowered to my neck, kissing a hot, distracting trail down my pulse, and lower and lower.

When his mouth wrapped around my pink, aching nipple, I melted. He suckled and licked and kissed, working his way out in a slow spiral over my skin, then back in again as his hands massaged at my ribs and the undersides of my breasts.

It felt like torture. My fingers curled, my toes curled. I needed some kind of friction inside me—

"Oh god," I shouted at the lightning bright sting of his fangs sinking into my nipple, the lower line of his teeth holding me in place for the bite.

"Oh god, Jericho," I whispered, feeling him draw on the wound and I felt the tug between my legs. "Please."

He hummed, the sound vibrating into my sensitive flesh and making me shiver. He lapped with small licks over my smarting skin before drawing back and starting over again with my other breast.

My spine curved to meet the flicks of his tongue. The second bite hurt as much as the first, but already my body loved the ache. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

He cleaned the bite with sweeps of his tongue and lifted his mouth to mine. His hand left my wrists to explore my hair, cradle it as he hauled me up into him on our knees. "More?" he smiled against my mouth.

"More," I repeated, brain pulverized as I reached between us, cupping my hand around his length, holding it in place for me to rub myself against him.

"Stay, malyshka," Jericho groaned. "It’s been too long. You’ll hurt yourself if we don’t loosen you up."

I whined, bouncing up and down just enough to tease myself with friction, eyes opening again to see his amber gaze fixed to my hand. I stroked him, and he released another, longer rattle, deep enough for the sound to echo into me. I didn’t understand why he needed to loosen me up. I could take him just fine, and I showed him that I could when I pushed him onto his back and sat on his cock.

Jericho and I released equally tortured groans, his hands moving to gently cup one hip and squeeze my ass. I felt Soren and Quinlan’s scalding gazes on my skin and I pushed up, so they could watch, so I could watch too, as I clenched around Jericho.

And I sank down, a cry of agony escaping me as Jericho gripped my hipbones, so he could burrow himself deeper in me.

His cock curved inside of me as if seeking the highest point of my pleasure and my eyes rolled back in my head, a brittle cry slipping from me as I rose up again, riding him as hard as I could, my head falling back on my neck as my thighs clenched and my toes curled.

A hot body slipped behind me and a hand closed around my neck, a chin resting at the center of my head as I rode Jericho without stop.

"Do you like it, mon coeur?" Quinlan asked, his cock pressing low on my spine. "Does fucking Jericho make you feel good?"

"Yes," I mewled, swaying forward to find Jericho’s eyes dark on mine. And I choked when he switched the rhythm in a way that I felt every twitch and swell of his cock at that spot. "Yes, yes, yes! Harder!"

Quinlan’s grip on my throat came tighter and I thought there was a tinge of annoyance in his voice when he asked, "You love his cock, don’t you? It’s the fucking best, isn’t it?"

I might have recognized it for the trap it was if Jericho didn’t roll his hips under me before pushing so deep, I screamed, "Yes! Oh god, yes!"

His cock grew harder, pushing between my ass cheeks. "You always want to be fucked by him, don’t you? You like him best, ma petit?"

I hummed in acquiescence, floating up into the clouds.

Quinlan snarled behind me and it dawned on me too late that he was jealous.