A second set of hands were on me and Merlin’s hungry mouth covered the skin left untouched by the lycan, and I groaned at the onslaught of their desire. I felt one of them, I couldn’t tell which with my head tossed back and my eyes shut, lift up my dress to my waist and brush his fingers over my panties.
“Fuck, she’s so wet,” Merlin groaned against my shoulder before tugging the strap down my arm, revealing my breast. Romulus growled against me before he drew my exposed nipple into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth. I reached out for Merlin, holding the back of his neck, and the warlock hummed in rich approval.
I gasped when Merlin’s fingers slipped into my panties and he slid two thick fingers between my slick folds.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as his thumb found my clit, turning to bury my face against Romulus’s shoulder, but it did nothing to hide my cries—my mask muffled nothing. As much as I didn’t want either of them to stop, I felt something missing. I forced my head back and opened my eyes, seeking out Brom.
White-hot desire waved over me as our eyes met, his lips turned up in a slight grin as he watched his friends devour me. I tried to speak, but my tongue felt thick and the words caught in my throat but still he seemed to understand.
“Darling little bird,” he said as he stepped up to me and reached between the others and carefully slid his fingers under Merlin’s, pressing up between my folds and into me. “I only have one question for you,” he placed his other hand under my chin, tilting my face to look at him. “Warlock, lycan, or vampire?”
The elevator door opened and he looked over to it and I didn’t give a fuck at the moment if anyone saw us—I was so close with his fingers gliding in and out of me while Merlin’s stroked through my folds and teased my clit.
“Gentlemen,” Brom chided them, and I shook my head, refusing their leaving of me. “Romulus may need to carry her.”
Merlin and Brom removed their fingers at the same time and I whimpered, even as the lycan swept me into his arms, hiding my naked breast by tucking me towards him. He lifted me as if I were a delicate thing, something he cherished and wished to protect. His skin was hot against mine and my eyes burned with unshed tears. I wanted to kiss him, to taste his skin on my lips, to feel his mouth on my own, but I couldn’t—not yet.
The hallway was empty save the four of us, and I dared to scratch my nails against Romulus’s chest, enjoying the shudders he felt when my nail scratched over his nipple.
“Here.” Brom’s voice was loud in the quiet of the hallway, and it rushed over my skin—that single word offering silent promises.
“Wait.” I forced myself to speak, even though I hated that I needed to. Romulus looked down at me, a question in his eyes.
“Are you backing out?” he asked, and I knew that if I said I was—he’d let me go. I held on to him tighter as I looked at each of them in turn, as I forced the seriousness of my next words onto them.
“My mask must stay on,” I said. “Maybe one day I’ll find the courage to take it off—but tonight I will give you all of me if you give me this one thing.”
I could see the hesitation in Merlin’s eyes and my arousal turned into sheer nerves in that moment between us. I pleaded with him silently to understand, though I couldn’t offer any explanations.
Brom looked to the warlock, his face a perfect mask of indifference, and finally back to me. Merlin nodded, so slightly that if I weren’t watching for the smallest sign, I might have missed it.
“Everyone has secrets,” Brom said as brushed the back of his knuckles against the cool material of my mask. “Your face is yours. We understand.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Brom nodded solemnly and reached past us to open the door, Romulus stepping through the moment it was clear enough, the other two filing in quickly. Two lights turned on at the flick of a switch, small lamps on generic end tables, and I shivered as I heard Brom lock the door behind us.
Romulus dipped and returned me to my feet, his fingers hooking under the remaining strap as he pushed my dress down. “You didn’t say anything about leaving the dress on,” he said, and grinned.
He helped me step out of the dress, and if they hadn’t been looking at me with base lust, I would have become shy and tried to cover myself. But they gazed at me as if I were Bilquis, the ancient goddess of love and desire. Clad only in black lace panties and matching heels, along with my full mask, I reveled in their desire for me.
“Brom,” I called to him, and he arched his dark eyebrow at me in response. “I know the answer to your question.”
“Is that so?” Merlin asked, his voice thick and gruff, but instead of annoyance—it was definitely with lust. The impressive bulge at his crotch made that clear, even as the warlock had begun to unbutton the tight-fitting shirt with quick efficiency.
“Warlock, lycan, vampire,” I said as I turned to walk towards the massive bed. I reached up and pulled out the pins holding my hair up, letting the dark blonde length fall in gentle waves around my shoulders. “All of you.”
Chapter 14
Eleanora
Romulus was behind me the instant the words slipped from my mouth, naked once more, his cock pressing hard against my ass. I covered his hands in mine where they ran over my stomach and over my breasts. They weren’t nearly as large as my stepsisters’, but the lycan didn’t seem to care. I guided his hands down my stomach and into my panties. With a growl, he shredded the delicate material, tearing them from my body with an ease that made the slick throbbing between my legs pulse intensely.
He let go of me briefly, but before I could look back in confusion, he and Merlin swept me into their arms and deposited me onto the bed. I leaned back on my hands, letting the men guide my legs open as they acquainted my body with their kisses. Merlin had abandoned his mask along with Brom and Romulus, his face fully open to my gaze. Wearing my mask gave me a freedom I never expected, and it made me want everything they could give me.
I ran my hands through the dark hair of Merlin, scratching his scalp as I held his head to my nipple. Romulus sat back on his heels, stroking my breast as he slid two fingers into me. He laughed, a quiet deep sound as he watched me shudder as he stroked me slowly. I held his gaze as best as I could, but when he curled his fingers, I let out a soft keen and closed my eyes as I felt my body answer his call.
“You enjoy what he’s doing to you, little bird?”
Brom’s voice made my eyes snap open and find him directly across from us. He’d taken off his jacket and undid the top three buttons of his dress shirt. His dark eyes watched us as a king looked over his domain, cool confidence of absolute power.
Merlin’s lips tugged at my nipple as his hand joined Romulus’s between my legs, his fingers circling my sensitive clit roughly. I cried out, the pleasure so close to pain, and the sound made Brom smile in a wicked way.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Your pussy is so very wet for us, and your skin has the most delightful blush.” Brom spoke as if he were commenting on an academic matter, so matter-of-fact that I had no room to doubt him. “I can feel the power thrumming beneath your skin, waiting to explode towards the heavens, an act of cosmic creation.”
His words, and the others’ touches, were like a drug, crafted and designed specifically for me, and utterly effective. I was shaking under the force of their pleasure and watched with greedy trepidation as Brom walked around Merlin, shedding his clothes and giving my eyes access to a landscape of smooth alabaster muscles and a heavy cock, already slick with his need. Brom slid onto the bed behind me, slipping his arm under my breasts and pulling me back against his chest.
Romulus ducked his head to take my breast in his mouth, Merlin trailing his mouth down my stomach towards where he and Romulus fingered me.
“May I?” Brom whispered, the decadent whisper flush against my skin, his fang scraping gently against my neck in supplication.
“I—” I stuttered out, and swallowed to try once more. “My mother wasn’t a wa
rlock—” I tried to explain. Vampires gained their power from the blood they fed on and I had no idea how mine would affect him.
“Oh,” he hummed with intrigue, nudging my head to the side to reveal my neck. “You’re a mixed blood? Well, I always did enjoy a rosé.” He pressed his fangs against me just as Merlin’s mouth replaced his fingers on my clit. Brom bit down, an instant of pain before I shattered underneath them, my orgasm washing through me as I felt Brom drink from me.
I was delirious with pleasure and I knew why blood-sluts sought this. I was reeling, my body pulsing with pleasure, drawing out my orgasm. I clung to the vampire’s arm, holding me like a steel belt just under my breasts. Romulus slipped his fingers from me and I cried out, not wanting to lose him.
“I told you I wanted to see you come on my cock.” His heavy voice sounded distant even as I felt him press my legs wider—I heard the sound of a foil wrapper tearing open, Merlin moving away, and then—I cried out once more as I felt the thick head of his cock at my entrance before he slid into me completely.
Brom shuddered as Romulus’s thrust pressed me back against his cock and his fangs slipped from my skin. I reached back blindly, wrapping my hand around his head and he licked up my neck, capturing my earlobe in his lips.
“You taste so fucking good, Ella,” he said. “Never have I tasted such a sweet delicacy as your blood. The taste of you alone was nearly enough to make me come.”
“You could make a bloke jealous, Brom,” Merlin teased, and suddenly I thought of him and the vampire, fighting nearly as much as they fucked, Brom feeding from him and giving him the same pleasure as I felt. . . and then I realized it wasn’t a fantasy, but lingering blood memories from the bond of feeding.
“I want to see,” I demanded, as I lifted my legs up around the lycan’s waist, hissing in pleasure as the base of his cock hit my sensitive clit. “Feed from Merlin while I fuck him.”
Merlin cursed and I watched as he pumped his cock, watching Romulus thrust into me.
“That can be arranged, my dear,” Brom promised, one of his hands coming up to squeeze my breasts while the other skimmed down my back and grabbing my ass. “But first you have a promise to keep to Romulus here. And then Merlin and I will fuck you at the same.”
“Fuck,” Merlin ground out, letting go of his leaking cock. He spoke for the both of us as I whimpered at the promise. Romulus grabbed me under my knees, pushing my legs up to my chest as his cock slammed into me, driving into me deeper.
“Watch Romulus fuck you,” Brom commanded, and I was helpless to obey. His muscles bulged with strength as he fucked me, his hips snapping against mine, the obscene sounds of our bodies joining made me pant his name. I felt my eyes drifting closed and Brom nipped my neck, not in the way I craved.
“Look at him,” he growled out, a hot whisper in my ear. “I can feel how close you are. I can feel how your body sings as it takes his cock. Tell him how badly you want it, little bird. Our little Ella.”
“Oh, fuck, please,” I gasped, and reached out to Romulus, his dark green eyes meeting mine in a wild frenzy. “Fuck me, Romulus. Please, fuck—I’m so close.” My nails dug into his arms as my words spurred him on. I could only babble as I begged him to keep going.
My orgasm surprised both of us and the force of it had me arching my back, a hoarse cry ripping from my throat as my pussy clenched down around Romulus’s cock, sending him over the brink as he came inside me, fucking me through our orgasms.
I fell lax against Brom’s chest, my legs splayed limply as Romulus slipped out of me and collapsed on the bed beside us.
“Merlin, sit against the headboard and put a damn condom on,” Romulus said, his breathing harsh and heavy. I felt the bed dip as Merlin passed us, and Brom stroked his knuckles over my throat.
“No sleep for the wicked,” he said and guided me up, helping me roll over to my hands and knees.
“I’m not tired,” I said, my eyes landing on Merlin as he leaned back against the headboard, his cock thick and straining. I crawled over him, running my hands over his tattooed arms and chest before gripping his cock and straddling him. “We all have promises to keep.” I dragged myself against Merlin once, giggling as he threw his head back, clunking it against the headboard even as he gripped my hips to steady me. I sunk down on his cock, taking him in me slowly, torturing us both.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Merlin muttered under his breath, his eyes closed and his hips jerking up into me as he tried to restrain himself.
I ran my hands through his hair and down his neck to his shoulders and braced myself as I lifted up, before lowering myself, taking him back into me. The sound of a drawer had me looking over at Romulus, who produced a bottle of lube and third condom and tossed it to Brom. I heard a click and then a moment later, I felt Brom’s fingers pressing against my ass, spreading the lube liberally.
“I’ve never—” I gasped out, leaning forward against Merlin’s chest. The vampire’s fingers didn’t slow.
“Relax for him and let us take care of you,” Merlin spoke into my hair, his hands bracing my hips. I breathed out a sigh, pressing back towards Brom, my stomach fluttering as he worked his slick fingers slowly inside of me. I could feel my heart racing as they claimed every inch of me, overwhelming me completely.
Brom stroked me, stretching me with the patience of a deviant saint, and both Merlin and I were shuddering and quivering by the time he retreated, only to press the smooth head of his cock against my ass. I whimpered as they both pressed kisses to me, whispering soft assurances and dark promises as Brom slowly sank into me until he was seated completely
I trembled uncontrollably in response to them surrounding me, taking everything that was me and claiming it. Merlin thrust up shallowly and Brom groaned as he pulled back, the dueling thrusts sending my nerves into a spiral of reactions. My body didn’t know what to do with the cacophony of arousal, never having been pushed this far. I was trapped between the hard press of their two bodies and surrounded by the sound of gasped curses and hedonistic groans.
I relaxed into them as they found their rhythm, Brom pushing when Merlin pulled, Merlin pulling as Brom pushed. The pleasure was building up inside me again and I knew what I wanted to send me over the edge.
“Feed,” I begged, only able to get the one word out. Brom sunk his fangs into the bottom of my neck, his thrusts never slowing as he fucked me. I could feel hot rivulets of my blood trailing down my chest and I looked down to see drops splashing brightly on Merlin’s chest. It catapulted me into my orgasm and I sobbed as my body snapped and pulsated and writhed between them, their hoarse groans and frantic thrusts followed me as I fell into darkness, the universe shattering around me.
Chapter 15
Merlin
The press of bodies finally got too hot to bear, as much as I didn’t want to move. I could feel Brom pressed up against my back, his breathing slow and shallow in his sleep. It’d been a long time since we’d slept together, and the feeling of him at my side was a comfort that helped me fight back the panic that the woman pressed into my chest caused.
Ella was amazing, taking the three of us with an energy that challenged us to rise. I don’t think I’d ever come that hard, not even when Brom is feeding from me and giving me the blood high. It felt like it was fate for her to come into our lives, which means I had to be the tosser I was and fight it.
I looked out the window, the curtains still open wide, the city still full of life even hours before dawn. There was too much light pollution from the city to let the starlight in, but the moon was full—only one more day then of this masquerade event set up to help foster new alliances and treaties between the three syndicates. Tomorrow would be the closing ceremonies, so to speak, something that would require each of us to sit with our families. The party of our generation would still be thrumming and dancing below us, but Brom, Romulus, and I would be required to perform the dancing monkey routine we’ve been trained for.
Where would Ella be, then, I wo
ndered. Would she be obligated by her family to stay upstairs? Maybe then we could learn more about her, and then maybe—just maybe—I could settle the doubts I had.
She stirred beside me, her hand running over my chest lightly. I caught her hand in mine and noticed her hands were not the soft and manicured hands I had come to expect from women around me in the syndicate circles. I brought her hand above us, running my thumb over the strength I found in her palms. Even her nails were short and I saw there was no polish on them. Her skin wasn’t rough, but her hands were another clue that she was full of secrets.
“I need to go soon,” she whispered behind her mask, but she didn’t tug her hand away.
“Yeah,” I said. “I should be getting back to my place too. My father might lose his shit if I don’t have breakfast with him and offer my apologies for offending him and the family he wants me to marry into.”
She pushed upright, bracing herself on Romulus’s hip. The lycan was sprawled out on his stomach, exhaustion from the fight and then lovemaking causing him to sleep like the dead. She looked down at him, though her mask hid her thoughts.
“I’d wager the fucker could sleep through a bomb being set off downstairs at the moment,” I said softly as I sat up. “The arse always sleeps like the dead after a fight. He can’t give the rest of us some common fucking courtesy and have a bad night. I’ve seen him toss himself into bed after some really fucked-up shit and he always wakes up perky as a lamb.”
“If only we could all be so lucky,” she said and stood.
I extricated myself from where Brom’s legs intertwined with mine and looked up to see her watching us, her head tilted. Even after fucking for as long as we did, my cock twitched to life seeing her bathed in the light from the window, her hair falling in messy waves around her shoulders.
“Are you two lovers?” she asked as I tried to figure out which set of pants I had borrowed from the vampire before thinking “fuck it” and just putting on the pair in my hands. I looked up at her as I was buckling the belt, telling my cock to settle down. She’d found her dress and was slipping it on, and a satisfied part of me noted she wasn’t wearing her panties—kind of hard when they’d been the victim of brutality from the lycan.
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