Eat Your Heart Out: A Romance Charity Anthology
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Marcus jerked back from my breast all of a sudden, guilt on his face. “I apologize…I didn’t…”
“Don’t, Marcus,” Rayne told him. “Don’t stop.”
The confusion on Marcus’s face would have had me laughing had I not been so close to the edge.
“You want me to bite you?”
I nodded as much as I could from my place on the island and breathed out, “Please, yes.”
“Not many women like both at the same time,” Marcus mused aloud.
“Piper isn’t like most women,” Rayne explained, grinning from ear to ear. “If anything, the biting makes her come harder.”
Rayne knew this from experience. At one time, when I was fully human, the idea of the sharp pain of fangs in my flesh at the same time that someone fucked me would have been abhorrent. Now, though, I had learned the delights of mixing pain with pleasure.
Marcus stepped back up to the island, his gaze searching my face as if expecting me to cry psych at any moment. I licked my lips and hoped my face showed how eager I was for him to touch me again. I didn’t have to wait long. Marcus lapped at the blood that had dribbled from where he had nicked me. My attention was so focused on Marcus that I didn’t realize Wynn had stopped until his mouth covered my clit and two fingers thrust inside of me.
I squealed and bucked my hips. Then that sweet pain hit my breast where Marcus sank his fangs into me, and I exploded. I had never orgasmed so hard as I had right then. In fact, I didn’t think I’d ever properly orgasmed before in my life until that moment. I imagined my spirit floated up to the ceiling and looked down at my body sprawled across the island like dinner just waiting to be devoured. Which I had been, and it had been glorious.
“Well, it looks like I missed an interesting morning.” Antoine’s voice pulled our attention to the doorway of the kitchen. I lazily turned my head to the side so I could see him. Silvery white hair flowed over his shoulders and caressed the front of his navy-blue suit jacket. His pale eyes stalked my bare form as if marking every spot that had been touched or kissed.
Wanting nothing more than to rile him up further, I breathed, “Yeah, it was a blast.”
“Apologies for missing it,” Antoine growled, the heat of his gaze making my arousal spike again. “Darren.”
The butler snapped to attention, “Yes, master.”
“Save the rest of the watermelon for later.” No one even balked at the command in his tone or how he abruptly turned on his heel and left, calling out behind him, “Marcus, come.”
I sagged on the island, unable to contemplate moving yet. Darren worked on putting up the rest of the watermelon as he had been told while Wynn and Rayne worked on cleaning me up.
“You’d be better off taking a shower,” Darren told me when they were done. “You’re going to want to use soap to get it completely off.”
Wynn offered me his hand. “Yes, why don’t we retire to my bathroom. I could use a good washing myself.”
“No, mine.” Rayne took my other hand.
I smirked at the way both of them looked, ready to throw down just to shower with me. I withdrew my hands from both of them and hopped off the counter. “How about I shower in my own room, and you shower in yours? And perhaps we can have a learning exercise on sharing?” I touched each of their chests and licked my lips seductively. “Who knows, maybe you’ll even like it.”
Without waiting for them to answer, I slipped out from between them and walked toward the servant’s stairs by the kitchen's back door.
“And Piper?” Darren called out.
“Hmm?” I paused on the steps.
Darren licked his fingers and smirked. “You were right. Watermelon is delicious.”
Damn that man. Now I really needed a shower—a cold one.
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