Bloodshed

Chapter Nine: Losing Myself

Sighs and moans of pleasure floated in the air, fueling my libido even more. I gazed up at Nero, breathing in quiet bursts, waiting for him to make the next move. His amethyst eyes darted down to my lips as he slowly licked the blood from his own, and then he leaned in, cupping my cheek. When our mouths met, it was tender, unrushed. 

I couldn't remember the last time Nero and I had kissed, but I knew it hadn't felt this way before. Our connection made me feel whole, complete, like two puzzle pieces coming together. And for the first time since being turned, I actually felt warm, alive. 

And he seemed to be feeling it, too.

Nero broke the kiss to stare at me, the awe I was feeling reflected on his perfect face. He brought his thumb across my lower lip, studying me with lust and wonder, and I closed my eyes, losing myself in the warmth he gave me.

The warmth that pooled in my belly, mingling with the desire that had me aching to be fucked. 

"Nero," I sighed. "Please."

Gabriel was now behind me, his hands on my hips, erection digging into my ass. I rocked back against him, falling further away from myself and into something viciously raw, a creature made of carnal need. 

Nero's very obvious arousal showing through his grey sweatpants sent a pulse of desire between my legs. Holy shit, I forgot just how huge he was! 

I reached out to touch it as Gabriel slid a hand up my shirt, shivering with anticipation, with need. 

"Aud, whoa, wait." Linc's voice suddenly came from somewhere in the crowd, but I couldn't see him. There were too many swaying bodies, too much blood and sex encircling us. "Damn it, get outta my way, idjet. Aud!"

Finally, Linc pushed his way through, only to fall to his knees. He looked wild. His grey eyes were wide, clothes stretched and disheveled, and his hair! It looked like someone had ran their hands through it and loosened all his beautiful curls. 

"Aud, ya gotta listen to me." He panted, still on his knees. "Something ain't right here. There's something in the air, some kind of magic that's making us high. Y'all gotta try to snap out of it."

He was right, somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that. We needed to stop, to remember what brought us out here in the first place. But I just couldn't make myself care. 

"Linc," I pulled away from Gabriel and Nero to squat down in front of the cambion. "Right now, my only concern is getting fucked. Now, you can either stand back and watch it happen, or you can join."

I stopped speaking to watch his throat bob with a hard swallow, to see the change in his pupil size brought on by surprise and arousal. His gaze searched mine, but he didn't speak. 

"Either way, I'm coming." I added, rising to my feet. "And there isn't a damn thing--"

I was cut off by Gabriel snapping Linc's neck.

"I believe there are enough hands in the cookie jar already." He said, pulling me to my feet. "Wouldn't you agree, brother?"

Nero nodded, closing the short distance between us. "Absolutely."

After that, we didn't speak. Not while they undressed me, and then themselves. Not as their hands caressed every naked inch of my body, and their lips and teeth skated across my front and back. Not until Nero stood with my legs around his hips, and Gabriel cupped my ass, waiting to enter me from behind, did any of us utter a word. 

"Fuck!"

"Ah, yes!"

Nero and Gabriel spoke in unison as they entered me from the front and back. I let out a shrill gasp, painfully full. But I begged them to keep going. They obliged, quickly working out a routine where when one pulled back, the other pushed in. And that's how they loved me, taking turns, each bringing me closer to the brink while supporting me.