Page 17 of Raven's Dawn
“See?” Warren asked. “There’s that ‘fine’ again.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be if she wasn’t so rude to me. But she’s also just… different. She has that cool hair, and the glowing eyes, and the pointy ears, and I mean, did you see her ass?” I looked between Warren and Ezra, then said quickly, “Don’t answer that. I don’t need to be jealous over you guys too.”
“There’s nothing to be jealous of in that area,” Warren said, pulling me in just a little closer. That firm touch spoke more words than his mouth often did. His lips came to my forehead, fingers tracing down my side to my hip. “Your ass is perfect.”
“It really is,” Ezra murmured, trailing a hand up my thigh. His head was already resting in my lap, so he didn’t have to stretch far. “I can’t complain about a single inch of you, love.”
“But I could list a thousand things I love.” Warren pulled me in a little bit closer, hand on my hip trailing up to my breast. I hadn’t worn a bra today, so when his thumb glided over my nipple, a soft sigh escaped me. He smirked. “Like that. The way the smallest touch can stop your breath.”
Ezra rolled onto his stomach so he could face me better, smiling as his lips found my thigh. He kissed softly, slowly over my nightgown. “Your smell when you’re turned on.” His hand crept higher between my legs. As he nudged them apart with one hand, teasing up and down my inner thigh, Warren pulled my shirt down to expose my breasts. Ezra gently ran his hand down one while Warren grasped the other. “How fucking perfect these are.”
Deep breath spilling from my lips, I said, “I see what you guys are doing here.”
“Praising you?” Warren whispered in my ear, nibbling the lobe. “Reminding you how beautiful you are?”
They were distracting me. But in the best way imaginable. Especially as Ezra trailed a finger from my opening up to my clit.
Applying just the right amount of pressure, making me gasp, he spun his fingers in a circle. “Making you feel magnificent?”
“As she should,” Warren murmured, squeezing my breast harder and pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. When another gasp escaped, he chuckled. He guided my hand to his hips, letting me feel his swelling cock. “You’re perfect, Rainbow.”
“These legs…” Ezra murmured, tracing a hand all the way from my ankle to my knee. His lips took over there, kissing slowly up my thigh all the way to my pussy. I gulped in a deep breath, just as his tongue trailed over my clit. “An artist couldn’t have sculpted something more beautiful.”
“I know I couldn’t have.” Gently, Warren took hold of my chin. He tilted my gaze up to his and slid his thumb over my lower lip. Still squeezing my breast, pinching my nipple, he kept his voice low. “How soft your lips are…” A gentle kiss. “The way they feel against mine…” Another, this one hungrier, all while Ezra’s tongue traced circles atop my clit. “Everything about you… It’s like your entire body was designed by some divine being.”
A flock of butterflies took hold of my tummy, and I couldn’t stop the moan that dropped from my lips. A few minutes ago, I may not have believed every word they said, but when two beautiful men were touching me all over, whispering what sounded like sweet poetry, it was hard to deny them.
“Just for us.” Ezra’s cold breath blew against my cunt, just as his fingertip returned my clit. “And, my god, the way you taste.”
“You two are going to be the death of me,” I whispered against Warren’s lips, sliding my hand beneath his sweatpants.
He released a breathy chuckle as I wrapped my hand around him and worked slowly up and down. “You know what I think she needs, darling?”
“What’s that?” Ezra murmured, dipping a finger into me, making me gasp.
“To feel your teeth.” Mouth still flush with mine, voice low, his fang dropped from his gums. He was careful with it, only tracing it along my bottom lip. “Then to feel mine.”
Involuntarily, I felt my legs sliding further open at that thought.
Chuckling, Ezra pushed his finger in deeper. With precision, he massaged my front wall, moving faster and faster until a groan dropped from my lips. Warren muffled it with a kiss.
“Is that right, love?” Ezra asked. “Do you want me to feed?”
All I could manage was, “Mhmm.”
Ezra grasped hold of my thigh, lifting it closer to his lips. He kissed there for a few heartbeats, all while Warren kissed my lips. Massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples, Warren was quickly getting me lost in the sensations of pleasure and euphoria. Still fingering me deeply, hard, pain tore through my thigh.
I whimpered.
Warren whispered a “Shh,” sound.
As the pain turned to pleasure, quaking all the way to my clit, Warren’s hand on my breast slid down my tummy to my cunt. His rough, strong fingertips moved in slow, careful circles, but with the added euphoria of the feeding, it felt like the strongest vibrator against my flesh.
Soft moan falling from my lips, I dropped my head backward against his chest. My eyes shut, everything spun, and then I was floating. I was floating, and a cold, hard chest was pressed against my back. Warm lips were on my thigh, warm fingertips trailing up and down my leg.
As the tension built higher and higher, bringing me closer to completion, I all but screamed. Then a hand was over my mouth. In my ear, Warren whispered, “Shh.”
He stopped.