Eversong (Midnight Playground)

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He answered, one word in her mind.
    Yes.
    Her heart beat faster simply knowing Deo would join them. Ever lifted her and sat her on the edge of the desk then moved to her side. He leaned in and kissed her lips. Softly at first, maddening her with need, then harder, until he was panting into her mouth. He tasted of the ancient stone of his years, of her own come. She reached down and took his cock in her hand. It was hard, pulsing in her palm as she squeezed him. She smiled into his kiss when she felt a shudder of pleasure ripple through him.
    Ever pulled back just as she heard the soft snick of the door opening. She sensed Deo as he crossed the room. Smelled the familiar, male scent of his skin. Vampire yet something almost human about him still. Delicious.
    She looked up and found him naked, smiling down at her. His cock was hard for her, for Ever. Thick and ready, the head darker with his need.
    “You called,” he said.
    “ We called,” Ever said. “We called you here to fuck me while I go down on our darling Mercy. While I make her come again.”
    “God, I can smell it, her come,” Deo said, “Even before I came into the room. It’s making me so damned hard. My cock is ready for you both.”
    “Come fuck me, then,” Ever said with a small laugh.
    She saw Deo’s warm smile as he moved behind Ever. Loved the contrast of Deo’s hard-packed muscle against Ever’s lithe form. She waited with breathless anticipation for him to enter the old vampire’s body. Watched over Ever’s shoulder as Deo grasped his shoulder with one hand, using the other to guide his cock into Ever’s ass. As he thrust, Ever’s body shifted, pleasure washing over his beautiful face. His features went absolutely soft, his mouth loosening. She reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him in, kissing him hard as he moaned into her mouth.
    “Taste her, Ever,” Deo said, his own voice ragged with pleasure. “I want to see you lick her sweet cunt. I want to taste her through you.”
    Ever moved down her body, pausing to bite one nipple, causing a riot of sensation to shimmer over her skin. As he moved lower, she felt the wet droplet of blood on her nipple. Deo swiped at it with his thumb, sucked on it, licking the blood off as she spread her thighs, tilted her hips, and Ever’s mouth latched on to her soaked and needy cunt once more.
    Then it was a flurry of sensation—Ever’s mouth on her sex, sucking, licking, his tongue thrusting inside her, his fingers pushing into her ass as Deo’s cock surged into his. Her hand pumping Ever’s hard cock, like velvet-covered steel, yet pulsing, pulsing. Time stilled, suspended in the sensations washing over her. She no longer knew which was hers, which was Ever’s, which was Deo’s. She became everything at once. Cock, pussy, ass. Nipples, skin and tongues. Probing fingers and a pure driving pleasure that was all the sweeter because it was them , all of them together. Because it was love.
    When they came, they came together—all of them at once, their climaxes merging. There was, for several moments, no sense of individuality. She saw simultaneously, it seemed, images in the minds of her vampire lovers. Ever’s lost Vérún. She felt his intense love for her as he took her in his arms, the acrid scent of the ocean piercing the veil of memory. She saw Deo on the beach in Valencia, this time with a woman with long wild hair and gorgeous dark eyes, nearly as dark as Ever’s, straddling Deo’s body as she rode him. And again, the ocean crashed in the background, the salt and the seaweed floating on the waves invading her senses. And finally, she saw the moment of her own Turning, the rogue vampire Gaius poised over her, the sweet pleasure of him drinking her blood. The panic when she knew she was dying. The wild taste of his vampiric blood on her tongue as he fed her. Turned her. Saved her.
    It was as if it were happening all over again. The peeling wallpaper and the half-rotted

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