Page 11 of The Vampire Oracle

And he did, slipping inside of me. When our hips met, we both let out a moan. His long, thick cock filled me completely. He didn’t even move his hips as he dived into another kiss with me. My hips rocked as my tongue fought his in his mouth. Heat rushed to my core, aching to receive more pleasure.

Finally, Abel gave in, lifting me to let me fall right against him. I moaned into his mouth, letting him pound me this way.

Pleasure soared, and I dropped my head back, moaning. I was lost in pleasure, and it clouded everything.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Abel muttered, fucking himself into me.

“Oh fuck, Abel!” I cried, burying my face into his neck. My lower stomach was tightening around him, hips rolling with pleasure.

He groaned, gripping my back with his free hand, and I used his strength to fuck myself up and down him.

“God, I am so close,” I whispered, holding onto him.

“Come for me, Psalm,” he moaned in my ear. His moans were like music to my ears, egging me closer and closer to my orgasm. My fingers dug into his skin, drawing a hiss from his mouth. “Fuck.”

“Can’t take the pain?” I asked, lessoning my grip on him.

“Not that. It’s going to make me cum,” he muttered into my neck, kissing my soft skin.

My head dropped back, and my eyes closed. White flashed behind my eyes as the orgasm rise in my hips. My moans hitched, breathing inhaling. My hips rolled, clit rubbing against the deep v muscle he had. It sent me over the edge. I cried his name as my hips tightened with my release.

His moans matched mine and when I glanced down, I saw his eyes were closed, lips parted for each moan. I held onto him for dear life, digging my nails into his skin.

Together, we came. My orgasm making my body stiffen until I finally breath out in a sigh of relief.

4

Sal

Walking down the stairs felt more awkward than it ever did. I didn’t expect all the guys to be in the house, gathering around the table. They all look like hell, uniforms covered in blood, and walking around the house like that was normal.

Osiris was the first to notice me, eyes locking on me. His short jet-black hair was hanging in front of his bright blue hard eyes. Blood was on his face, a few battle wounds on his cheeks and hands. His hand was wrapped around a beer bottle.

Briar was behind him, leaning against the white marble counter. His eyes were closed, and his normally pushed back chestnut hair was a mess.

Beckett wasn’t smiling, eyes locked on his computer as he finished typing. Like his twin, his jaw was sharp; his short crew-cut hair was chestnut brown. His eyes were dark, though Briar’s was darker.

Jinn grabbed a water bottle for me, handing it to me as I got closer to him. “Oh shit. I should have opened it, right?”

I shook my head, drawing attention to me. I opened the bottle with one hand and sipped it. My arm was back on but just useless like it’s always been. “I am very capable of a lot.”

Cain sighed next to Jinn. Cain was Abel’s older, hotter big brother. His dreads were longer, body bigger, and skin just as beautiful as Abel’s. Jinn leaned onto him, sighing. “I know… Today has been shit.”

I looked down, setting the bottle on the table.

Beck’s eyes were now glued on my mechanical arm.

Though I was dressed, I felt naked under his eyes.

“But you lied to us,” Cain finished.

I scoffed. “No offense. I feel like the only people I lied to were Beckett, Briar, and Abel. I don’t owe you guys an explanation, though you’ll get one.”

“Okay,” Briar started, crossing his arms over his cheek. “Start about the arm and how you lied and told me you broke it.”

“I did.”

“Oh, you did. Thank God you told the truth. Case closed,” he said sarcastically.