Silken Rapture (Princes of the Underground 2)

Blaise grunted above her and shi

fted his hands, firming her in his hold. He sat back on his heels and held her torso. Isabel pressed her cheek just above his waist.

“I have her,” Blaise said. “Be very careful, but you can take her.”

It wasn’t until that moment that Isabel dazedly realized Blaise had meant that he controlled Morshiel now in a literal sense. Morshiel could only touch her in the way Blaise allowed him.

And he’d just given him permission to fuck her in the ass.

She whimpered as Morshiel slid his cock into her gently all the way to the hilt.

“Shhhh,” Blaise soothed from above her. “Is it too much?”

She was too full of thick, throbbing cock to respond, so she merely shook her head, knowing Blaise would feel it because he held her so tight.

“Go on.”

Isabel’s breath froze in her lungs when she heard Blaise give his permission. Morshiel gave a feral growl, placed his hands upon her hips and began to fuck her, his balls slapping against her ass as he thrust.

“Be careful, you bastard,” Blaise snarled. Morshiel paused, his cock partially embedded in her.

“No. No, Blaise…it’s all right. I can handle it. I can handle him,” Isabel whispered.

She felt Blaise’s uncertainty just as much as Morshiel’s hunger, both balanced on a sharp knife’s edge. She licked the sweat gathering on her lip and met Blaise’s stare. He melted into her completely at that moment. His doubts. His fears. His beauty.

“Let him. Let him do it hard. I will still be here, in your arms. I will always be here,” she said.

His jaw hardened.

“I trust you,” she whispered.

He never spoke, but it started. Morshiel resumed his relentless pace. His sharp grunts of pleasure and the sound of their skin smacking together rhythmically filled the air. A tension coiled in her muscles. She was completely at the mercy of Morshiel’s lust, but Blaise held her. He was there with her, reassuring her. Morshiel’s primitive possession enlivened nerve pathways in her body. Her cheeks, nipples and the soles of her feet tingled and burned. Her sex felt so hot. She moaned and pressed her cheek tighter against Blaise’s ribs. She could hear his heart thrumming in his ribcage. He caressed her cheek, his tender touch a stark contrast to Morshiel’s savage possession.

“He takes you as hard as I wanted to take you last night,” Blaise murmured.

“I would not have denied you. I would not deny you anything. You should have taken what you wanted,” she moaned.

He brushed her hair back off her face, his caress so sweet it made tears gather in her eyes.

“In the future, I will,” he assured her. “After tonight, everything will be different.”

She couldn’t ask him what he’d meant because sensation bombarded her like a storm. When Morshiel paused with his pulsing cock high inside of her, leaned down and scraped his fangs against her spine, she shook in orgasm.

“Oh, she’s hot,” she heard him moan as she came. “Her vitessence is pouring into me.”

“Yes,” Blaise murmured. “But do not surrender to her fires yet.”

She made a sound of protest when Blaise moved away from her.

“Shhh,” he coaxed, rubbing the back of her sweat-dampened neck. “Put your hands down and brace yourself. Let me beneath you, lovely. I want to see your face.”

Little ripples of pleasure continued to course through her as they each moved subtly, making room for Blaise’s long body to slide between their legs. He held her stare and she was lost in the depths of his agate eyes. The sound of him unzipping his jeans made her clit twang in almost painful excitement. Suddenly the hard ridge of his finger burrowed between her labia and he was stimulating her directly on target. Her mouth opened as she quickly rose up the slope to another climax. How had he known that another orgasm waited there in her flesh so soon after her former one?

“Why do you look surprised?” Blaise asked, his voice rough with arousal and amusement. “My mind is joined with yours. His is joined with mine. We are one.”

She gasped and moaned as another climax broke in her flesh. In the distance, she heard Blaise directing Morshiel how he wanted her positioned.

Did she hear it with her ears? Or were their voices in her head?