Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,208

Arion pulls back from her neck, only a small trickle of blood escaping the rapidly healing puncture wounds he’s left behind.

The vampire grins at me, even as he idly toys with Violet’s nipple, his thumb absently teasing the pebble.

Damien appears on her other side, shirtless as the rest of them, with his hand resting on her stomach.

“Welcome, Van Helsing. You’re just in time for my wedding night celebration,” Arion states through his devious grin.

I came to fight…

But then my gaze moves to where her left hand is bound, when a glistening object catches the sun.

I forget the fight.

I forget what’s going on.

I forget why I even came here.

Violet’s wearing my ring.

Chapter 56

VIOLET

The door bursts open, just as my next orgasm is robbed, leaving me once again on that painful cusp that’s just shy of explosive pleasure. I barely maintain the scream that’s on the tip of my tongue, as my entire body trembles in response.

Exposed and incredibly embarrassed, I lift my head to see who’s just barged in. My gaze lands on Vance, as I pant for air, watching as his own eyes glue themselves to me.

Emit removes himself from between my legs, which gives Vance a much more direct shot of the goods.

I squirm, wishing I could close my legs, and almost whimper when Damien sends one of those sharp, erotic pulses through me.

Vance’s eyes lift to left hand that’s chained, and his body tenses. A dark, almost hungry look crosses his eyes when his gaze finds mine again.

“Just tasting her refuels me enough to toy with her almost effortlessly. Seduction has gotten much easier since she fell in love with me,” Damien says, his grinning lips moving across my neck. “She’ll be putty in my hand after a decade.”

Vance undoes his belt with one hand, and his tie with the other. As if he gets impatient, he rips his shirt off and casts it aside. Emit starts to stand in his way, but Vance shoves him so hard it sends Emit stumbling back, even as the wolf laughs for whatever reason.

In the next instant, Vance moves so fast I barely gauge the motion, and he comes down on top of me.

My skin sizzles against Vance’s, as the room chills and heats over and over, Damien’s power working against me. My lips have never before so hungrily kissed another person, as just the barely-there brush of the back of Vance’s hand sends my toes curling.

He groans into my mouth, when I start writhing against him, desperately wishing he’d hurry up and get his pants out of the way.

Hard and fast, he eases my torment by pushing inside me. Just that has me crying out with pained relief.

I feel every glorious inch of him, as he slides in, soothing that painful ache. It’s the best sex ever, and we haven’t even really started.

My hips begin moving, desperately, as he groans against my mouth. A firm hand grips my hip, steadying my erratic motions, as he takes over the rhythm.

All those sensations that built so slowly, steadily climbing to that elusive orgasm that kept being stolen from my clutches, come back all at once. It’s as though every part of me is attuned to him.

I taste his hunger that nearly matches mine, as he devours me.

He feels just as desperate to be with me as I am to be with…any of them. I’d clamp my legs around him and anchor him in place if they weren’t trussed up with the rest of my limbs.

His movements grow more aggressive, and his grip tightens on me, as he works my body to that coveted edge. I’m almost scared to enjoy it too much, worrying it’s going to be stolen all over again by the wicked sadists who claim to love me.

My head is scrambled, my mind nearly blanks, and the sensations that engulf me in the next moment are so powerful that it hurts so good in all my favorite places.

A high-pitched garbled sound is wrenched from my throat, and the electricity in the room surges so fiercely the bulbs all blow.

A raw, guttural sound escapes Vance, and he clings to me that much harder, as he buries his face in my neck. His hips go still, and he starts kissing my neck, as his body shudders against mine.

“You’re wearing my ring,” he says, as though now is the time for conversation.

My body aches with need all over, not satisfied from just that one orgasm. I’ve had too many stolen from me, and