We’re moving backward, hands roaming desperately, clothes being torn from my body, my fingers frantic as they undo his pants, until I fall backward onto the circular bed.

We can’t stand to be apart now for even a moment. I’m completely naked and so is he and he’s climbing over me and I’m pulling him to me, needing to feel him against me, needing to feel him inside me.

“Lenore,” he whispers harshly, “I can’t promise you…”

I dig my nails into his ass, shrugging him against me, wanting his cock inside me so fucking bad that I might go mad right here. “I know,” I say, pulling his face down, kissing him deeply, our tongues writhing against each other. Fuck me, please, I plead inside my head.

“We’re not alone,” he says gruffly.

I manage to raise my head to look at Mathias. He’s alive, thankfully, and slumped against the wall, holding his hand to his neck. But his other hand is on his hard cock, rubbing it through his shorts. Watching us.

Let him watch.

I look back to Solon. “Does it look like I care?” My voice has gone low and throaty with lust.

He apparently doesn’t either because he’s kissing me again, rough and violent and deep, our mouths starved for each other for so long. The kiss is unleashing everything I’ve kept buried, all we’ve kept pent-up and kept under control.

This kiss is pure chaos.

Then Solon is spreading my legs with a rough swipe of his hand and positioning his cock and he doesn’t waste a minute. He pushes inside me with one hard, powerful thrust, all the way to the hilt, knocking the air out of my lungs.

I cry out, the sound filling the room, and Solon lets loose a low rumble from deep in his chest. He’s so big, so hard, and in so deep that I feel like he’s literally fucked my brains out of me and I’m lying here stunned, expanding around him.

“Fuck,” he growls into my ear, his lips nipping at my lobe. “I’ve missed this. Missed your sweet, beautiful cunt, Lenore.”

I blink at his dirty talk, cheeks flaming, forgetting how he can be sometimes, when his decorum slips and he loses his control. I also know that loss of control contributes to the beast, but right now I just want him to fuck the hell out of me, I want to get off until I’m screaming from it, the beast be damned.

He lifts his head, staring deep into my eyes, and I see so much lust and love and passion in his gaze that it causes shivers to run down my spine, even though my body feels like it’s burning up, getting hotter by each aching second.

Then he pulls out for a moment before thrusting back in and I’m gasping and he’s diving right into a punishing rhythm, driving in deeper and deeper, like I’m being impaled into the mattress. I run my nails down his back, hard enough to draw blood, feeling the tight, powerful muscles as he moves into me. He’s in me so deep that I feel like we’ll be forever joined, and yet it’s not enough. I need more, so much more. Body and heart and soul.

“You have them,” he rasps, bringing his mouth over my breast, biting my nipple until my breath hitches. “You have all of me. Always.”

He kisses me again, my blood on his lips, then he brackets me between his elbows and I marvel at the way his arms look, shoulders straining, veins visible over his ropey muscles as he starts fucking me even harder. His face contorts with the effort, mouth open, breath ragged, and the bed starts to move.

I reach down between our writhing bodies, trying to give myself a helping hand, but Solon lets out a growl of protest. Before I can move, he’s pulling out of me and picking me up by the waist, flipping me over so I’m on all fours, facing Mathias, and Solon is behind me now, pulling my ass toward him.

Mathias is still on the floor, has his cock out now and he’s stroking himself, watching the two of us fuck, eyes glazed over. I have a vague thought that perhaps this is wrong somehow, that this is far beyond what I’m used to with sex, even with someone like Solon, but the thought doesn’t stay. The truth is, I like that he’s watching us, and since we just fed from him, have his blood circulating in our systems, it feels like we already know each other on a very personal level.

“You can watch him all you want,” Solon says gruffly as his grip bruises the sides of my waist, his cock pressed against me, sliding over where I’m so slick and dripping wet. “But don’t forget who’s fucking you.”

With those growling words he thrusts inside me again and I let out a garbled cry that turns into a moan as he fills me, turning me whole, obliterating my senses.

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