sated.”
“There!” I screamed in response. My head was jerked to the side, and just as I felt my orgasm slam into me, Director Fabian’s fangs sank into my skin as his hips kept slamming into me. Never in my twenty-four years had I felt anything like it. Not the bite, the sex, the two men giving me attention, the intensity of the moment, or the combination of it all.
There weren’t even words for it.
Streams of cum shot all over Aurelo’s hand and abs as his leader moaned and unloaded into my body as he drank deeply from me. It was like his fangs were directly controlling my climax somehow. He drank and I had another wave of pleasure slam into me… And he kept drinking and drinking until I wondered if I could die from an orgasm that would just stop my heart eventually.
Director Fabian growled as he retracted his fangs and finally my body started to quiet. He licked the bite as he pulled his cock out. I slumped against his arm like a limp noodle gasping for air as I guessed everyone in the room could hear the thumping in my chest.
It took me six tries to be able to talk but finally I could manage in a raspy voice. “That was taking the edge off?”
“No, not exactly,” the director purred as he laid me on the bed gently so I was on my back. “I was caught off guard by your blood and took more than I meant too, dear Chicago.”
“Am I still going to walk out of here?” It was probably stupid to ask. I was pretty sure if he’d taken enough to kill me, I’d already be dead. My heart was still racing away, I was a little light-headed and not thinking straight after life-altering sex. So I asked a stupid question.
It happens.
“Yes, but bowlegged if I have my way.” He spread my legs wide to accentuate his point. “Tell me, dear Chicago. Are you an innocent?”
I flinched and met his gaze. “A virgin?” I waited until he nodded. “No.”
“How many men have you bedded?”
“Why are you asking me this?” I whispered, my heart no longer racing but filling with dread as I pulled my legs away, feeling cold. I scrambled back from him and moved towards the headboard. “Was I that bad? I thought you enjoyed it? I know I got confused and slowed us down, but I couldn’t have—”
“Calm yourself,” he growled and reached for my ankle. He yanked it and dragged me easily back to him, spreading my thighs with his large hands. “I relished every moment, precious Chicago. I do not ask to justify your performance. Please answer the question and I will explain.”
“What are you looking at?” He was so fixated on something his hands were shaking. Was there a spot on the bed between my legs?
“The hole I wish to ravage once I get my answers,” he snarled as he looked at my eyes then. “Tell me.”
“Two,” I squeaked. “I’ve been with two men before tonight.”
He licked his lips slowly. “And you loved them?”
“No.”
“Shared their beds long?”
“No, okay!” I covered my face with my hands and let out a frustrated scream before sitting up and giving him an evil look. “No. I was stupid and fell for two different guys’ bullshit. I thought I was special, but I wasn’t, and they ended up being one-night stands. I’ve dated some, and yeah, messed around, but that’s all I’ve had in the way of sex. Two men, two total times having sex. Happy now? You got the least experienced brother probably. Want to trade me in?”
“No!” every man in the room shouted.
“No?” I glanced at each of them in turn and saw the same burning lust. Okay, I was totally missing something here.
“I would have given you an armed escort the entire way if I had known you were so innocent,” he moaned as he pulled on my legs so my hips were up on his lap more. Then his fingers fondled my hole, driving me crazy and making it hard to focus on what he was saying. “The blood of an innocent is very alluring to us. And an innocent shifter? Oh, dear Chicago, I had trouble stopping.”
“So should I
“There!” I screamed in response. My head was jerked to the side, and just as I felt my orgasm slam into me, Director Fabian’s fangs sank into my skin as his hips kept slamming into me. Never in my twenty-four years had I felt anything like it. Not the bite, the sex, the two men giving me attention, the intensity of the moment, or the combination of it all.
There weren’t even words for it.
Streams of cum shot all over Aurelo’s hand and abs as his leader moaned and unloaded into my body as he drank deeply from me. It was like his fangs were directly controlling my climax somehow. He drank and I had another wave of pleasure slam into me… And he kept drinking and drinking until I wondered if I could die from an orgasm that would just stop my heart eventually.
Director Fabian growled as he retracted his fangs and finally my body started to quiet. He licked the bite as he pulled his cock out. I slumped against his arm like a limp noodle gasping for air as I guessed everyone in the room could hear the thumping in my chest.
It took me six tries to be able to talk but finally I could manage in a raspy voice. “That was taking the edge off?”
“No, not exactly,” the director purred as he laid me on the bed gently so I was on my back. “I was caught off guard by your blood and took more than I meant too, dear Chicago.”
“Am I still going to walk out of here?” It was probably stupid to ask. I was pretty sure if he’d taken enough to kill me, I’d already be dead. My heart was still racing away, I was a little light-headed and not thinking straight after life-altering sex. So I asked a stupid question.
It happens.
“Yes, but bowlegged if I have my way.” He spread my legs wide to accentuate his point. “Tell me, dear Chicago. Are you an innocent?”
I flinched and met his gaze. “A virgin?” I waited until he nodded. “No.”
“How many men have you bedded?”
“Why are you asking me this?” I whispered, my heart no longer racing but filling with dread as I pulled my legs away, feeling cold. I scrambled back from him and moved towards the headboard. “Was I that bad? I thought you enjoyed it? I know I got confused and slowed us down, but I couldn’t have—”
“Calm yourself,” he growled and reached for my ankle. He yanked it and dragged me easily back to him, spreading my thighs with his large hands. “I relished every moment, precious Chicago. I do not ask to justify your performance. Please answer the question and I will explain.”
“What are you looking at?” He was so fixated on something his hands were shaking. Was there a spot on the bed between my legs?
“The hole I wish to ravage once I get my answers,” he snarled as he looked at my eyes then. “Tell me.”
“Two,” I squeaked. “I’ve been with two men before tonight.”
He licked his lips slowly. “And you loved them?”
“No.”
“Shared their beds long?”
“No, okay!” I covered my face with my hands and let out a frustrated scream before sitting up and giving him an evil look. “No. I was stupid and fell for two different guys’ bullshit. I thought I was special, but I wasn’t, and they ended up being one-night stands. I’ve dated some, and yeah, messed around, but that’s all I’ve had in the way of sex. Two men, two total times having sex. Happy now? You got the least experienced brother probably. Want to trade me in?”
“No!” every man in the room shouted.
“No?” I glanced at each of them in turn and saw the same burning lust. Okay, I was totally missing something here.
“I would have given you an armed escort the entire way if I had known you were so innocent,” he moaned as he pulled on my legs so my hips were up on his lap more. Then his fingers fondled my hole, driving me crazy and making it hard to focus on what he was saying. “The blood of an innocent is very alluring to us. And an innocent shifter? Oh, dear Chicago, I had trouble stopping.”
“So should I
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