Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Romantic fool.
I ignore my own self-condemnation and turn Belladonna around to face my Insomnior Court. “Go, little one.”
She flounces. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, and each bouncing step makes her ass jiggle. My mouth waters. I want to explore every inch of her with my tongue. I want to banish my court from the room and keep her all to myself. I want to turn her loose at one of the large parties just to see what mischief she would get up to. I want.
But I don’t do any of that.
Instead of going to the couch with the others to sink into them, I cross one leg over the other and lean back. I’m used to wanting. It makes desire sweeter to be denied.
11
BELLADONNA
Every single time I’ve even thought about sex has come with a lash of knowing I shouldn’t. Shouldn’t lust, shouldn’t fantasize, certainly shouldn’t touch myself. Even when I push back and try to fight it, that feeling of shouldn’t is still there, whispering in the back of my mind. Right now, it’s completely drowned out by the liquid heat in my body.
The need.
“Come here, pretty human.” Zhenya is breathless, probably because ze is on Danik’s cock, rocking in a way that makes my thighs shake.
I cast a glance over my shoulder at Rusalka, but they haven’t moved from their spot on the wide couch. They lounge like I imagine a monarch would, one long leg draped over the arm of the chair, their chin in their hand, amusement and interest in every line of their perfect body.
Is there a word stronger than “need”? There must be, to encapsulate the overwhelming urge I have to turn fully back to them, to kneel before them, to beg them to touch me, fuck me, go down the same list they used earlier, checking off boxes along the way.
But Rusalka waves those long black-tipped fingers at the trio behind me. A clear order. An order that makes my stomach hot and squirmy.
I turn and accept Inna’s waiting hand, allowing them to pull me into Zhenya’s arms. It’s sensory overload. All three of them are so beautiful, so soft, smell so good, it threatens to overwhelm me, even with Rusalka’s magic propelling me.
“Go slow with our precious Belladonna,” Zhenya says, a playful flirtation in zir voice. Ze cups my face, still rocking on Danik’s cock, and pulls me down for a light kiss. It’s nearly the same move Rusalka made, but it feels drastically different. Good, but . . . different.
That doesn’t stop heat from blooming inside me as if ze fanned flames I can’t see. The sensation only gets stronger when Inna presses against my back and draws my hair to the side, baring my neck. They lean in and inhale deeply. “You smell decadent.”
Each touch, each brush of their lips against my exposed skin, further quiets the voices in my head that I never wanted to claim as my own. I feel light and free for the first time in my life. Is this what being drunk is like? Maybe I should have tried it a long time ago.
I lean back against Inna, a giggle slipping from my lips. “This is wild.”
“Darling, you have no idea.” Rusalka’s voice wraps around me as if she’s reached across the distance and stroked her claws down my sternum. It makes me shiver harder. I like what the others are doing to me. I like it a lot, but I want her.
Inna keeps kissing my neck, their fangs pricking my skin even as their tongue soothes the tiny pain. It makes me jump and jolt and shake as if I’m no longer in control of my body. I’m not certain I am.
“May I?” This from Danik, whose hand is snaking around Zhenya’s waist toward me.
“Yes.” The word is out almost before he has a chance to finish speaking.
He brushes his knuckles over my stomach in a downward motion.
Zhenya’s hands join his, and they pull at the fabric of my dress. At least until a soft sound from Rusalka makes both of them pause. I can’t see her from my current position. That feels wrong, somehow. Unacceptable. “I want to see,” I murmur.
Zhenya laughs. “Of course you do.”
Inna tugs me out of Zhenya’s grasp and guides me to a spot on the couch next to Danik. He catches my hand, raises it to his lips, and brushes a kiss against my knuckles. My gaze follows the movement, then continues to where his eyes glow a deep orange. That should scare me, maybe. But how can I be scared when the heat there is all lust and no threat?
Danik nods to Rusalka. Her eyes glow, perfect twins to his, but despite the beautiful people arranged around me, all mostly naked, her attention seems to be on me. Flames flicker around her, twining with her pale hair and licking across her exposed shoulders. I was too nervous before to fully comprehend the masterpiece that is her dress. I can see her.