Hell no. She wasn’t anyone’s victim. Ever.
She didn’t speak as he closed his lips around her nipple. The first pull of his teeth made her back arch off the bed. But not in pain. Already her terror had receded. She didn’t know how or why, just that his touch had vanquished it. Only pleasure ruled her now.
“Why?” she asked him, but he only continued to suck. He parted her thighs and slid his fingers inside her, and she only watched. Her mind had disconnected itself from her body, and nothing mattered but the nerves sparking to life under his hands.
“Why?” she repeated, gazing at his friend now. But he, too, seemed riveted by what was happening between her legs.
She bit her lip at the wet noises her body made as Kellan pushed his fingers in and out. Shouldn’t she be embarrassed she lubricated so readily for him? This wasn’t a normal situation. How could—
“Oh, yes.” Her low moan shocked her, but that she thrust her hips off the bed in offering stunned her even more.
Who was this woman? The one who had abdicated all sense to sex? Even as shock invaded her mind at her actions, she couldn’t seem to stop squirming on the bed like a bitch in heat.
Kellan met her gaze intently. “Do you want me to lick you, Sydney?”
“Yes.”
“Put my tongue all the way inside you?”
She trembled. “God, yes.”
“Drink from your pussy until you scream?”
Her trembles turned into raging shivers. She fought her restraints as she writhed before him. “Please.”
His first erotic kiss elicited a swift reaction, one far from fear. She screamed while he sampled her with slow, thorough swipes of his tongue, curling the tip to draw her juice into his mouth. “You’re not sweet.” His breath inflamed her sensitive tissues. “Tangy and hot, but not sweet like your blood.”
My blood? The question roared through her mind. So she’d been right. He had drunk from her, and somehow she was still alive. But she was a slave to pleasure, helpless to form any sounds but mewling cries for release. He pumped a finger inside her, then two, then three, his thumb circling her pounding clit while he tugged and licked her swollen labia.
“God, don’t stop. I’m almost there. Almost—”
“Stop?” His laughter fluttered through her neat landing strip of curls. “Not in this lifetime or any other.”
Her hips rose off the bed. How could she come so fast? She’d awakened afraid and in pain, and now her limbs were weighed down with the liquid heat Kellan had created within her.
She ground against his mouth and squeezed her muscles against the primal onslaught of his thick, talented fingers. “Oh, yes….”
Soon, another mouth joined the fun. Lucas’s teeth clamped over her nipple, and she arched to offer him more. A growl erupted from the man between her legs as she panted out her gratitude. Lucas’s kisses weren’t feral like Kellan’s, but what they lacked in passion they made up with sheer thoroughness. He explored every inch of her breasts. And when the climax hit h
er, blazing through her core and exploding out to every cell, Lucas claimed her mouth, thrusting his tongue deep in time with Kellan’s persuasive strokes into her quivering channel.
“Goddamn, that’s so good. Give me that tart juice.” The dark head between her thighs lapped at her as if he couldn’t get enough, and her body seemed all too willing to accommodate his request. “Coat my lips with your cream.”
Sydney flailed against the bedsheets, moaning mindlessly. She knew she was slamming her pussy against Kellan’s face, but she couldn’t stop herself. She craved more. Had to have it. Her body already ached with the need to come again.
Kellan continued to explore her folds while Lucas kissed her and plucked at her breasts, playing with them as if they were fascinating toys. Their sensual assault went on and on until she didn’t know how many times she climaxed.
Shudders wracked her frame and perspiration slicked her skin. Her sex tingled as if she’d been singed by a blowtorch.
What had happened to her? She felt as if she’d left her body and floated somewhere above, looking down at where she was spread so brazenly over rumpled sheets while two men—two strangers—touched and licked and possessed her most intimate places.
And she liked it. She exulted every time their hands molded her breasts or caressed her trembling thighs, and especially when Kellan sucked on her pulsing clit. Never had she felt so alive. So free. Their ministrations made the pain recede until her mind drifted into that oddly arousing black space she’d woken up from. A place where she existed without boundaries or rules.
Where she could finally seize her pleasure in the dark.
“More,” she gasped. She broke her kiss with Lucas, unsurprised to see that his mouth was plump and red. They’d gone at each other like wild things. She’d bitten him who knew how many times, and he’d returned the favor until her lips had gone numb. His kisses were amazing, but there was something else she needed more than even Lucas or Kellan’s enthusiastic tongues. She needed those two powerful erections that were waiting for her to reciprocate her lovers’ ardent attention.
“I want you in me.” She swung her gaze to Kellan where he crouched between her thighs, and took in the rapturous sight of his damp mouth.