Page 71 of Deadly Cravings

I ran my tongue over the silky shaft and the skin tightened as I fitted him until he hit the back of my throat again.

“Bra tjej. Ta mig,” Asher murmured huskily.

I was discovering a new kink and it was them talking in their language. My entire being was short-circuiting and a sensitive mess. I twitched with each of Jax’s thrusts, but I wanted more. I wanted harder.

Asher bunched my hair and the sharp pain of my strands being pulled wrenched a moan from my throat. Asher slammed into my mouth in short quick pumps, the even speed losing rhythm. He moaned and slammed into the back of my throat. I swallowed hard as his delicious cum filled my mouth, overflowing. Cum dripped off my chin and as he withdrew, I licked at his skin, taking in his bittersweet, red-tinged essence. Asher pulled out of my mouth, and I dropped to my elbows as he zipped himself up.

Jax’s hand slipped under my body and he curved around me as he reached the bundle of nerves. He swirled the bud, teasing it to maddening heights. My stomach tightened and I ground against him, my ass pressing tightly against his flesh as he rubbed just as hard against me. I wanted to take him deeper and deeper.

Jax tweaked my clit and I sucked in a breath, coming as he jerked against me, his cock spasming. My scream was muffled as I bucked, riding out the release.

I dropped onto the mattress. Jax’s weight falling on top of me, his cock still fitted inside, but less stiff.

My body trembled around him and he groaned.

“Jag vill aldrig lämna.”

“Me too, I think,” I rasped back, having no idea what he said.

He chuckled and the move made my pussy squeeze him and we both moaned. Scooting to the side, he brought me with him to keep me seated on him. I was wet from our mingling cum, but I didn’t want him to detach from me.

A hand wrapped around my neck. I opened my eyes and met Asher’s. His heated gaze stared into my soul. My stomach filled with butterflies at the intense look on his face. I wrapped my fingers in his silk shirt as he settled flush against my front and I cuddled close, rubbing my cheek against the soft material. He tightened his hold on me as Jax’s fingers flexed.

“I know I explained to you that we’ve shared before,” Asher began. A frown slipped over my mouth. While I was blissed on orgasms, I didn’t want to hear about them with someone else. “More than once.”

“Oh,” I rasped, frowning. Jax’s fingers twitched.

“You’re the only one I’ve never wanted to share,” he murmured the words into my hair.

“Oh,” I muttered, not knowing what to say. My face heated. “I felt the same way, but when you told me all that stuff—” Asher pressed his finger over my mouth.

“I don’t understand what’s happening to me.” His lips tightened. “I was—am jealous.”

My lip trembled at the vulnerability. Jax’s arm tightened around my stomach, but he remained silent. I slipped my hand up and cupped Asher’s neck the same way he held me. A soft smile spread on his mouth before he pressed his mouth to my forehead. He exhaled roughly and scooted even closer until I was smushed between them.

I liked him.Alot more than I should like a vampire.

I was done for. There was no way this would go anywhere and thathurt.

All I could do was bask in this temporary halfway situationship. I faded into sleep and curved myself as close to them as I could.

TWENTY-EIGHT

jax

I was half-asleepand hard as fuck. It was her grinding that woke me. Kitten rubbed her luscious ass against me. I’d fallen asleep still deep in her cunt because I couldn’t bear to detach myself from her and soaking in the soft walls of her channel calmed the bitterness in my gut.

Asher was gone. I hadn’t registered when he’d left, but hopefully he was doing what I talked to him about and getting the human some stuff for her home. As much as I didn’t like her as anything more than a body to fuck, I wanted her comfortable while I fucked her, and this sorry bed wouldn’t cut it.

My lazy thrust turned more demanding as her hand spread on the mattress and she moaned.

Kitten tried to flip over but I forced her forward. I hated fucking face-to-face and that would never change. It triggered something in me I didn’t want to confront.

Gripping her thigh, I lifted it so I could see my cock sliding into her drenched pussy. The tightinsatiablepussy. My shaft was wet and glistening, her juices slicking the way.

I slammed into her, enjoying her little mewls as I fucked her. I wanted to fuck my obsession out of me. This softness that had grown in my gut whenever I looked at her. It was just the fuckingbond that started from giving her my fucking blood. It had to be. Since I’d never shared blood with another, it was the only reason I could come up with.

Watching her was agony—an unmatched obsession.