Crimson Desire (14 page)

I drew on the sweet copper metallic liquid and pulled free when he signed for me to stop with a peculiar gesture of the hands. I kissed his neck, chin, cheeks, eyes, and eyelashes. Darius let out a small groan, held me against his muscled chest, and collapsed onto the bed. We rolled until we were both facing each other, and he took my pink bra into his mouth, swiftly unbuckled it with his teeth, and then crawled on top of me so that his hair hung in a dark low curtain around us, and it tickled my face.

He kissed my breasts and suckled on the rosy buds of my nipples. He slowly swirled them around with his teeth skillfully until I arched my back and bucked my hips in the midst of the passion, a small cry escaping my lips as he continued to torment my breasts. His wet tongue licked at my nipples, hardening them painfully, and he took them into his mouth and let his fangs pierce into the soft skin. He drew strongly on the crimson blood that streamed out seconds after. I moaned loudly and thrashed about.

Sang, who had been at the other side of the bed, stripped his clothes off and tossed them into the corner of the room and bounced next to us. I could see the hunger, the raw desire in his carmine eyes and invited him to join us. His black hair was tussled after just getting out of the shower and held a shimmery gleam that was beyond beautiful. A smile played on his lips as his lithe naked form came before Darius and I. Darius quickly embraced him and touched his forehead to his.

He tenderly cupped Sang’s chin within his hands and then kissed Sang hard and passionately on the lips. Sang returned the kiss, and they explored each other. I stood and got back on all fours as Darius and Sang broke their kiss, and Sang blushed a bright fire-truck red. He and I ambushed Darius and showered him with delicious kisses, which he let us do without a fuss and combed a hand through the long tresses of his hair.

Sang bit into the inside of my thigh, and I gasped as he drank my blood from such an intimate place. His lips were coated a dark cherry red, and he halted as Darius held up a hand to stop.

I buried my head in the plush pillows and smirked as Sang gently pulled my panties off onto the bed and proceeded to slide his hard cock inside me. I scratched at the blankets, took handfuls of vermillion silk, as Sang thrust deep inside me, hitting that pleasant hot spot that made me scream in delighted pleasure. He thrust harder and faster, and my eyes fluttered wildly as we became one, melding together in a blissful tangle of passion.

Darius straddled Sang and pressed his hard organ into the opening of the other vampire’s anus and then pushed in all the way, only his hilt showed. Sang moaned in pleasure, bucked, and then kicked out as Darius slid roughly in and out.

When we had all come, the three of us were nestled in the bed, the thick blankets over us. I was in the middle, my two men at my sides. We were a flustered, sweaty heap of lovers, and I was more than okay with that. For the first time in a while, I had had real fun. We didn’t need words to know how each other felt. We were that close.

I grinned and kissed them each on the cheek before sleep rushed in on a cloud of darkness and tried to claim my mind. I thought of Annabelle and how she had used me and how Darius had rescued Sang and I. I thought of the powerful lioness as it clamped down on the black mamba and swung it between its jaws. I thought of how it had been so short since I had become a vampire and how quickly I was becoming accustomed to being one.

My relationship with both Darius and Sang had skyrocketed in such a short amount of time, and I was happy but perplexed about it at the same time. It was as if it was always meant to be this way—that our bonds had always been there; it just needed to be rekindled.

I smiled.

The ordeal with Annabelle was over. Done with. Finished.

But I had a lurking feeling in the pit of my stomach it wouldn’t be the last time we saw her. I would have to go back for Johanna and Kristy at some point. But I was glad that I no longer had to see Annabelle’s twisted grin and her right hand woman-er-slut, Priscilla.

At least not for now, anyway.

The End

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