“Do you like this?” He went on, not letting me pause but instead using his grip on my hips to press me down again. “You’re so tight-“ he bit back a moan. “I bet you feel so full, don’t you?”
“Cian-“ I was panting now, thighs trembling as I fought to hold myself up. “You’re-“
“You can take me,” he encouraged, continuing to move my hips until finally I sat flush against his lap again, body taut and hands tangled in his hair. “Just like that. Just like I told you.” He loosened his grip and I leaned forward to nip at his jaw.
While I adjusted to the feeling of him inside me, I turned, my eyes finding Akiva and Indra once more. The hellhound was leaning back against Akiva, one leg off the couch as the lich stroked him. Both of them watched me intently. They murmured to each other in their shared language, but I didn’t try to understand. They were gorgeous to watch, and that was all my brain could process at the moment.
Cian had turned to look at them as well, though while I watched he brought his mouth to my neck again, fangs trailing against my skin.
“Bite me,” I breathed, feeling myself tighten around him at the prospect. The feeling of him inside me was amazing, and anytime I moved, the promise of more had me rocking my hips against him.
“Maybe,” Cian replied. He guided my hips against his and I took the hint, wrapping my arms loosely around his shoulders and lifting my hips before sliding back down his length. I repeated the motion, my body moving against his. His hands encircled my waist, taking on some of the work himself while my fingers tightened in his hair, teeth biting into my lower lip as my tail curled.
“No, no. Let me hear you,” Cian requested, reaching one hand up to press between my lips.
I parted my lips just as he thrust into me, my moan becoming a loud cry that caught the attention of the other two.
Akiva grinned, and even Indra lifted his head from the lich’s shoulder to take notice.
I leaned back, bracing myself on Cian’s lap as he tipped his head back to watch me, hands moving to travel up my stomach and cup my breasts.
“You can be louder than that,” he told me. “Don’t be shy, George.”
“This is loud,” I breathed, trying to find a better, deeper angle.
“No it’s not.” Suddenly his hands were on my hips again. He stood, urging my legs around his waist at my yelp and walked forward until my back found the smooth wall beside the stairs.
Chest heaving in surprise, I stared up at him. I hadn’t expected him to pick me up, and by his wicked grin I was sure my open shock was plain on my face.
His firm grip on my hips was sexy, and when he thrust into me suddenly, hips flush to mine, I gasped. With my legs over his arms, he was able to push deeper into me. “Cian-“ I tossed my head back against the wall, moaning as he fucked me again. “Fuck–“
“Louder,” Cian urged, bracing me against the wall as he fucked me, his thrusts becoming shorter but forcing me against the wall with every thrust.
“This is loud!” I snapped again, the words high and half-gasps.
“No it’s not.” He shifted his grip on my hips, forcing my thighs further apart as he stepped closer to the wall. Now I was trapped against him, his cock deep in my body.
“Oh shit–oh shit,” I exclaimed, eyes closed. I was so focused on the feeling of him inside me that I couldn’t even open them.
“Look at me.” It was as if he’d known what I was thinking. I didn’t respond and he hissed. “George.” His tone was dangerous.
I opened my eyes through sheer force of will, meeting his gaze and letting out a particularly high moan. “Just like that,” he praised.
“I can’t. Cian-“ I wasn’t sure what I couldn’t do. Look at him? Be any louder? Stop myself from going over the edge once again? I was getting closer and closer, the edge of that cliff rising up to meet me quickly.
“Yes you can,” he encouraged. “Cum for me again. Good girls do what they’re told, George.”
“Oh Goddess, fuck-“
“Gods, you feel so good. You’re so tight. Just want to feel you cum.” His own words were still clear and intelligible. My own babbling was becoming higher pitched and making less sense now.
He leaned forward until our foreheads touched, still maintaining the intense rhythm of his thrusts that had me going crazy. “You’re so hot like this. Coming apart for me,” the vampire said, managing to tangle his fingers in my hair that hung almost to my hips. He jerked backward, causing my chin to hitch upward so he could bury his fangs in my throat again.
I screamed, mind going blank. I couldn’t tell what felt better and my legs locked around him, orgasm hitting me hard. Everything was white-hot-pleasure and I never wanted it to end as I rode out my orgasm with him inside me.
Finally I was aware of him speaking quietly in my ear, having drawn his fangs from my throat only a minute or so after biting me. “Do you want to let me go?” he asked. “I’m getting really close-“
“Cum inside me,” I gasped, not unlocking my legs from him.
He hesitated. “You’re undead,” I went on. “I’m a hybrid. No diseases, no pregnancies all around. Please, Cian. I want to feel you.” I wrapped my arms tighter around his shoulders and pulled myself up to him so I could press our bodies together.
The vampire kissed me, immersing himself into me again with desperate strokes. “Just like that,” I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair. “Please, Cian…” The aftershocks
