Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,101

heartbeat drums in my ears, as Damien shows me the whole scene in my mind.

Arion is under me, sliding inside. Damien’s behind me, already inside. If there’s any pain, I wouldn’t know it. With a master of pleasure controlling every sensation on my body, as he manipulates each touch, I’m just along for the ride.

Arion doesn’t even ask permission before he bites into my neck as though he has the right. My fingers slide into his hair and pull him closer, as he hungrily and greedily drinks me in.

I work damn hard on being quiet, since both my parents are around here somewhere, and I really don’t want to be seen in this position. By either of them.

Another image of them both pushing inside me presses through my mind, and Arion’s mouth finds mine, almost desperately. Sensations skate through my body, each one more powerful than the last, proof of Damien working his magic.

Breaking the kiss with Arion, I turn my head, and Damien immediately captures my mouth in a kiss, as he shoves a hand in my hair to keep me there.

The two of them together are greedy, primal, and extremely consuming. My head is trapped in a fog that won’t lift, and I love every single second of the show Damien is giving me, even though I can’t see anything going on with my own eyes.

A garbled noise escapes my lips and flows into Damien’s mouth, who makes a sound of appreciation, when Arion’s mouth fastens to my neck once again.

It’s so much all at once that when my orgasm crashes through me, it wrings me out, and I end up crying out, unable to help myself.

Arion’s hips move faster, and he sucks at my neck harder, as Damien leisurely kisses up the other side of my throat, his body going still.

The loss of his touch is almost miserable, but he pulls out, leaving me in the hands of the vampire. The images in my head are cut off, and as Arion flips me to be under him, effectively caging me in.

Damien drops to a chair next to us, dropping a shirt to his lap, as the tent chills several degrees. Arion’s eyes are wild when he raises up from my throat, while he drives in and out of me.

Damien smirks, even though I only see it from my peripheral, because my main focus stays trained on the dark and devilish vampire. Arion’s brow is drawn down in concentration, and his fangs are biting into his lower lip.

Caught up in intensity, hunger, and danger in his eyes, pleasure crashes through me again. My back arches, and my cries are swallowed, because Damien’s mouth is suddenly on mine, as he drinks in every noise I release.

Arion releases a sexy, guttural sound, his hips stilling against me, as his head drops to the side of my neck. When Damien breaks the kiss, backing away with playful deviance in his eyes, while Arion groans.

“Damn you, Morpheous,” Arion says between pants of air.

“Sorry to rush you, Vampyre,” Damien says insincerely, as though they have an inside joke about whatever image Damien apparently forced on Arion. “However, it’s been twenty-eight minutes. You were taking too long, and you’re the one who said you couldn’t miss the event.”

Arion groans again, and for whatever stupid reason, I find myself smiling when he nuzzles my throat.

I feel lightheaded from all the blood he took, but it’s fading quickly and barely causing any discomfort. In fact, I’m entirely too comfortable.

“Can I ask where Vance went?” I ask, hearing Arion mutter a curse as he lifts off me, gingerly ghosting his lips against mine.

“I knew it’d be easier to wrangle an errant herd of ten thousand elephants than to keep a dozen Van Helsings here. Their sense of duty always wins out. Half of them have abandoned the event because of something important coming up. It’s the bloody curse,” Arion gripes. “Absolutely none of them would be so noble without it.”

He kisses me, as though he’s shutting me up, even though he was the one talking. I smile against his lips, mostly because he’s so reluctant to go.

“Be out there as soon as you’re dressed. I want you to see me destroy what’s left of the Van Helsings on the field,” he tells me with far too much excitement, causing my smile to immediately fall, replaced by a worried line.

“I thought tag was supposed to be a little gentler. And hide and seek is pretty scary too,” I