I couldn’t pull in enough oxygen, my mind lost to his claim.
He consumed me.
Devoured me.
Owned me.
Each stroke of his finger drew me closer to a fire I would never escape from.
Each brush of his tongue erased my will to fight.
And each growl of approval melted another of my defenses.
I was lost to him, utterly and completely.
Then Damien joined the game, his lips a foreign caress against my neck. His hands on my hips burned through the thin fabric, his erection a prominent hardness against my backside.
I wanted to scream, to run, and to fall between them and beg.
Confusion and fear rioted inside me, chased away by a raging lust that erased the need for logic.
Ryder pinched my clit, the shock of pain shooting through my veins and forcing a gasp from me. He smiled in response, his lips sinister and sweet.
A part of me began to weep, the overwhelming power of the two men drowning me in a sea of insanity and sensual torment.
“Bite her,” Ryder said as he dropped to his knees. “Make her remember you.”
My eyes flew open, shock coursing through me. He can’t mean that. He just said he didn’t share. That was the point of this lesson, right?
I didn’t understand the intent.
Couldn’t figure out what to say.
Then Damien growled, the harsh vibration both a threat and a promise wrapped up in aggressive male intent.
My Prince…
The words taunted my tongue, a plea ready to escape my lips, only to be swallowed as Damien pierced my neck in a bite that I felt through every nerve ending.
Electricity thrummed to life in my veins, my heart shifting into overdrive, only to lose myself in a cloud of toxicity and rapture.
My thighs clenched, reminding me of Ryder’s position between them. What is he—
Oh.
Ohhhh.
I cried out as his teeth teased my sensitive flesh, his hungry rumble fracturing any complaints I intended to utter.
Yes, yes, I thought. More…
He caught my swollen bud between his lips and taunted me with his tongue. Damien’s arms came around me at the same time, securing me against him as he fed from my vein.
I was trapped.
Possessed.
Enraptured by them both.
One mouth at my throat, the other between my legs, driving me onward and higher, demanding my body cooperate and bend beneath their will.
I was theirs in the moment, floating in a sensation of dark bliss with rapture waiting for me on the horizon.
A pinch sent me flying, the sharp sensation from Ryder’s bite below in a place I never expected to desire a vampire’s mouth.
It shot me into another world of existence, blanketing me in fierce oblivion.
Screams left my mouth, my body shaking so violently I couldn’t stand. Damien kept me safe, his mouth working at my throat in tandem with Ryder between my thighs.
He bit my clit, I thought, bewildered and aroused at the same time.
Spasms rocketed through me, my orgasm continuing long past the time it should have subsided. It bordered on pain, the feelings so intense I could hardly remember how to breathe.
If I died right now, I wouldn’t mind. This sort of ecstasy was reserved for the afterlife, not the present. And yet, I felt my reality slowly beginning to awaken around me, the world shifting as sights changed.
We were no longer in a metal box, but in a hallway, and then a suite. And the hard male body behind me slowly morphed into a soft mattress.
Words were exchanged.
Something about children and visiting the harem.
I sensed Damien leaving and Ryder returning, his hands tracing my body as he leaned down to kiss me thoroughly. His tongue introduced me to a unique flavor, one I suspected belonged to me and the intimate bite he’d given me below.
I clung to him, afraid and confused by the fog clouding my judgment.
“You’re okay,” he promised me.
But I didn’t believe him.
This wasn’t okay at all.
He’d just ripped apart my world, captivated my mind, and brought me to heel with a few skilled bites.
Why was I here? How long would he keep me? What happened next?
I couldn’t depend on him.
I couldn’t trust him.
I needed to run, but I had nowhere to go.
“Shh,” he whispered, his lips against my temple. “You’ll learn to trust me, Willow.”
Trust him? Never.
“You sent me to the breeding camp,” I accused, lost to my delirious state. “I was supposed to be a Vigil. Go to the Immortal Cup. Now I’m a snack. A fuck toy. A pet.” And it was potentially the best thing that had ever happened to me. How screwed up was that?