Page 47 of Liberty
I nodded, then crawled alongside Sterling’s body until I reached his head. I lifted it and placed it in my lap. “Will he know what to do?”
“It’s instinct. Even having it drip inside of him will help mend until his instincts take over.”
My pulse increased; my nerves were everywhere. Still, I did as instructed. I parted his lips and pushed my wrist toward his mouth, letting my blood trickle down his throat. At first, he didn’t move at all. His worn and beaten body lay like a statue under my touch. But then, I felt movement, at first so slight I thought I had imagined it. That was until his hand came up, holding my wrist in place as he took a long pull of blood.
He groaned, and even though he didn’t bite me so I shouldn’t feel the aphrodisiacal effects of the feeding, I still felt my core clinch at the sounds he made. His eyes hadn’t opened, but his breathing had steadied when he released my wrist. His body took on a slight otherworldly glow as my blood traveled through his system.
I let Sterling’s head fall to the blanket as I walked on my knees across the bed toward Oak. His eyes were on me, glued so intensely that I swore he hadn’t even blinked until my body stopped inches in front of him. His eyes traveled over me subtly, and though he tried to hide it, his nostrils flared as he drank in my blood’s scent.
My eyes locked in on his lips. “You saved us.”
I reached for his hand, and he tangled our fingers. “I told you I would keep you safe.”
The silence that passed between us was an understanding, one that didn’t need words. It was heavy with my gratitude, my trust, my desires. It was smoldering with his relief, his want his – his fingers circled my wrist and brought it up between us. His eyes followed mine as his lips brushed a gentle kiss on my speeding pulse. His tongue ran along my skin, licking the blood that trickled down, and he moaned, the sound vibrating between us before he closed his eyes and latched his lips around my open wound.
He took two slow pulls, ecstasy masking his features before he pulled away and opened his glowing eyes again, dropping my hand in the process. His hand came up to my shoulder, ran down the length of my arms, and tangled with my fingers long enough to push my arm out, offering my wrist to Ellis. Ellis hesitated, and I knew it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with his revulsion at the act. But he needed it, he needed the strength, and he needed to heal.
“Please.” My plea sounded pitiful as it broke the silence, but it was the encouragement he needed to take from me. “I want you to have it.”
I turned my gaze back to Oak, his face stone as Ellis’ fingers grabbed on to my arm. He did not move at all as he stared at me, and I wondered what was going through his mind. What was my big solemn man thinking? My? Just as I thought about my feelings of ownership, Ellis’ lips brushed my skin. My body shivered at the contact, my skin pebbling with the pleasure of his touch, and my eyes fluttered closed as I absorbed the feeling of his tongue caressing my wound.
I swallowed, keeping my eyes closed until I knew my heartbeat was steady before I allowed them to drift open. The subtle glow of my blood running through Oak’s skin drew my attention solely to him. The wounds and scratches that had been there moments before, when I closed my eyes, were now completely healed. Beside us, a sound of bliss left Ellis’ lips as he took his first pull from my wrist, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Oak, not that I wanted to. He was hypnotic in the beauty the glow provided, like a god standing in front of a mere mortal like myself.
I licked my suddenly dry lips as I searched for something to say, but was coming up empty. “Oak –”
I started to speak but was cut off when Oak’s arm wrapped around my lower back and pulled me forward, his lips crushing mine as he devoured me with his kiss. The taste of my blood still lingered on his lips, and though I should’ve been repulsed by that, it only made my insides flutter with pride. His tongue teased my bottom lip, begging me to open for him, and when I did, he groaned his approval, the sound vibrating through my whole body, igniting my insides, filling me with need.
I was unaware of anything around me until I felt lips on my neck and down to the seam of where my dress lay. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know it was Sterling; I could feel it, sense it like we were linked, and though that alone should have scared me, it didn’t. It only made my desire for all three of them, my desire to touch every inch of their bodies and stake claim on them as my own, much more real and tangible.
Ellis released my wrist. His fingertips gentle as they traveled along my skin and up my arm. He stepped closer, his finger pulling down the strap on my dress, giving him unobstructed access to my shoulder, his lips butterfly kisses there. I couldn’t breathe, their touch the closest thing to bliss I had ever felt. Their presence on my body together, threatening to make me combust.
Oak bit my lip gently before he pulled away, his eyes hooded as he watched me for a reaction. “If you tell us to stop, we will.”
The words left him, and they sounded pained, like just saying them caused him to struggle, harmed him in some way. I reached a hand up, tugging at the piece of dark blonde hair that had fallen from where he had it tied up, before trailing my fingers along his neck and cupping his jaw. The voice in my head sounded so much stronger than the one that left my mouth when I said, “You know, I’ve never been with a vampire before, let alone three.”
His lip quirked up, and he wore the amused look flawlessly. He was breathtaking. I wondered if he knew it. That even though he was quiet and broody and lacked the desire to banter and interact like the others, his presence was equally noted. It loomed over everyone, even in a silent room.
His eyes tore away from me and fluttered to his friends, speaking a silent language that only they could understand. Behind me, Sterling’s hands moved to my thigh, dipping between them slightly before snaking under my dress and traveling up my bare skin. His fingers caressed my hips, my stomach, and when they reached my breasts, offering them a gentle squeeze before circling my nipple, I nearly lost my ability to stand. My body fell back into him, my head falling to his shoulder.
Ellis crowded closer, his hand finding my leg and trailing upward. “We could smell your want, you know. I’ve never smelled anything so damn alluring in all my years.”
Oak and Sterling hummed their agreement as Ellis’ fingers trailed up to the juncture of my thighs, toying with the lace of my underwear. Just their touch already had me wet, my body urging them to touch me more, touch me softer, harder, touch me all over so that there was no clear definition of where they ended, and I began. Until we were one. A unit. A whole.
Sterling’s hand left my breast and traveled down my body to my thigh, where he gripped it as he pulled me back on him, forcing me to widen my legs and let them hang off the bed as I leaned against his body. Oak placed his palms on the bed as he leaned in to kiss me again, his lips caressing me slowly as Ellis’ fingers hooked into my panties and dragged them down my thighs before letting them fall down my calves to the floor.
Between Sterling’s fingers and Oak’s kisses, I was nearly mindless. But the moment Ellis’ tongue started licking a slow trail up my inner thigh, everything became urgent. I needed them; I needed their touch; I needed to feel their skin against mine in the most primal of ways. My fingers clawed at Sterling’s arm and Oak’s shoulder. My body arched in anticipation. I knew it was coming; I expected it from the moment I felt Ellis’ tongue trail up my leg, but when his tongue met the junction of my thighs, I nearly blacked out from the pleasure.
Against my lips, Oak laughed, the sound vibrating through me and sending warmth to my core. “Do you think after two hundred years we learned nothing about the female body?”
God, I could only hope he lived up to the promise he just hinted at. He trailed his lips down my jaw and neck, then teasingly nibbled on my shoulder as he pushed down the remaining shoulder strap of my dress, causing it to fall and pool at my waist. In all honesty, when I got dressed this morning, I hadn’t planned on this happening. Thought about it, yes. Thought about it extra hard while showering, fuck yes. But anticipated being on a bed with these three men worshipping me? I never thought it would happen.
Not wearing a bra with this dress turned out to be the best decision I made in this lifetime. With the dress bunched at my waist, Oak and Sterling wasted no time finding my breasts with their tongues, lapping and pulling the buds into their mouths while Ellis worked my center. The feeling of all three of them on my body, touching me, caressing me, forcing me to experience pleasures I’d never encountered set my body on fire.
I thought I couldn’t handle more. I was about to shatter into a million tiny pieces, and I might never be whole again. But then Ellis inserted two fingers into me, crooking them upward as he gave my clit a sharp scrape with his teeth, and I died. Right then and there I died. My world spun as my nerves exploded, my thighs clenched around Ellis’ body, my back arched, and I swear my vision went black as my orgasm slammed into me.
I was trembling so hard when my orgasm ebbed. I could barely reach my hand to pull Ellis up from where he was leisurely licking at my pussy, to my lips where I was dying to show him just how appreciative I was of him. The taste of myself on his lips fueled me as I leaned toward him, biting and sucking, savoring the feel of his tongue as it danced with mine. Loving the feel of the fingers strumming my nipples and lips on my neck. Relishing in the feeling of roaming fingers against my skin as Oak and Sterling made their presence known.
I slipped my legs off the bed to stand in front of Ellis. Then I turned my back to him, giving Sterling my attention. In front of me, Sterling sat very much alive, though it seemed nearly impossible minutes ago. My shaky fingers found the buttons of his soiled shirt, the material barely able to cling to him through the rips and grime coating it. His fingers clutched the bedding at his sides as he watched me remove each button, the others never taking their attention off me.