Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
She leaned forward and licked across both of them, running her tongue over both broad heads at once.
Their reaction was immediate.
Ravik groaned so deeply the sound seemed to shake the bed. Severin made a rough, broken noise and one of his hands clenched in the bedding. Cassie tasted salt and heat—two different male flavors mingled on her tongue. Ravik’s precum had that same note of salted caramel she remembered from earlier that day and Severin reminded her of white chocolate.
Together, the were delicious and the moment she swallowed, warmth spread through her body in a slow, powerful wave.
The bite wound dimmed slightly and she felt a small measure of relief.
“Oh,” she breathed. “It’s working.”
Severin’s gaze snapped to her arm.
“It reacted.”
“Yes, it did.” She nodded. “I felt it.”
“Felt what?” Ravik asked hoarsely.
“Relief.” Cassie licked them again, slower this time, dragging her tongue from one broad head to the other to gather their precum which was flowing freely now. “Just a little,” she added, after swallowing again. “But I need more.”
“Then take more,” Ravik rumbled. “Sev and I will give you what you need.”
Severin’s eyes cut to his friend.
“Let her set the pace.”
“I am,” Ravik said, though his voice was strained. “Just want Cassie to be well.”
“I know,” Severin said quietly and put a hand on Ravik’s broad, bare shoulder.
The tenderness between them made Cassie’s throat tighten again, but she couldn’t dwell on it. Her body was already asking for more—the heat in her blood urging her forward. She opened her mouth and took the heads of both shafts together as much as she could—lips stretched wide, tongue moving between them.
It was so hot she nearly moaned around them.
Both males did moan then, and the sound fed something inside her. She sucked gently, using her hands to stroke what she couldn’t take into her mouth, pressing them together as she worked. Ravik’s hand hovered near her hair, then stopped, as though he was afraid to touch without permission.
Cassie pulled back just enough to look up.
“You can touch my hair,” she said. “Both of you. Just don’t push.”
Two hands reached for her at once—Ravik’s huge and warm, Severin’s long-fingered and careful. Their fingers tangled in her hair together, not forcing, only holding…stroking.
The bite wound pulsed again, but this time it didn’t feel like a warning—it felt like the deep hunger inside her being answered and fed.
Cassie took them again, deeper this time, hollowing her cheeks as much as she could. She could not fit both fully, of course—she could barely take the heads together—but she used her tongue and lips and hands, shifting from one to the other, then pressing them side by side again so she could lick and suck them at the same time.
Severin’s control cracked first.
“Goddess, Cassandra,” he groaned. “You look so beautiful like that.”
Ravik growled in agreement.
“Cassie takes us both. Her mouth is warm and wet on both of us.”
The words made Severin’s hand still in her hair.
Cassie felt it stop moving—felt the sudden tension in the air.
Ravik seemed to feel it too, because he looked at his friend, his brow furrowing.
“Sev?” he rumbled.
For one suspended second, the tension between the two males sharpened. It wasn’t anger, Cassie thought—more like simple awareness. It was the sudden understanding that this wasn’t just Cassie taking what her body needed…it was also about the two of them giving it together…sharing her when Beast and Blood Kindred weren’t supposed to share mates.
Cassie pulled back, panting.
“We can stop,” she said. “I mean…if you two want to.”
“No,” Ravik said immediately. His jaw worked as though the words were difficult, but he forced them out. “No stopping unless Cassie says to stop,” he corrected himself. “Ravik wants. Sev wants. Cassie needs.”
Severin stared at him for a long moment, then his face softened in a way Cassie had never seen before.
“Yes,” he said quietly. “Cassandra needs.”
The bite wound on Cassie’s arm throbbed again, impatient and hot and she decided that was enough talking. Leaning down, she took them back into her mouth.
After that, the world narrowed to taste and heat and sound. She loved Ravik’s rough groans and Severin’s strained praise…loved the slick slide of her hands around them, their mingled flavors and the strange, steady relief spreading through her bloodstream every time she swallowed the salty drops that gathered at their tips.
Her body was still needy, but the panic had eased. The terrible, frantic ache was being answered in small increments, as though every lick and swallow told the virus—or her own immune system, or whatever strange process was happening inside her—that help was coming.
Maybe it should have felt shameful, sucking them both at once…but it didn’t—to Cassie, it felt powerful.
She was kneeling between two huge Kindred warriors, pressing their shafts together because she had asked them to give her what she needed, and both of them were trembling for her. Ravik, who could rip an Infected apart with his bare hands, was holding himself still because she told him to. Severin, who hid behind science and control, was breathing like he was about to fall apart.