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Two vampires are in love with me. Another wants to kill me!
Life in London as a butcher girl was hard enough, but when my best friend Denny went missing it became miserable. Stumbling into the Worshipful Company of the Ancient Order while searching for him was like a breath of fresh air. Especially because handsome, sophisticated Aimery promised to help me.
But Aimery's friend Ryle wanted in on the action. My head was spinning, my body reacting to theirs whenever they were around. But I had questions: What was their obsession with my rare blood type? How did they always appear when I needed them? And how old were they?
Learning the truth brought new fears and delights. They could take me higher than I'd ever gone before, show me pleasures I'd never imagined and were prepared to kill to protect me. Being mortal had never been so much fun - or so deliciously dangerous.
Ryle spanked me again and then again, fire spiked where his palm landed. But now instead of jolting away, I arched my back and bucked for more. Each connection was sending me higher and higher. I wanted it, no, I needed it. I’d never experienced a spanking. Damn, I’d been missing out.
“Oh yeah, you’re ready for it, my beauty,” Ryle said. “So hot and full and ready.”
He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and I whimpered at the loss. I was more turned on than I ever thought possible—I had to be fucked, properly, now.
Ryle was over me, talking into my ear, his hairless, cool chest pressing against my shoulders. “This is such a momentous occasion, my first time entering you. There will be so many more times, after this. We’re going to have so much fun together.”
His words rattled happily around my mind. I was completely intoxicated by him, by the heat in my pussy and on my rump. It was like being drunk, craving more alcohol and being prepared to go to any length to get it. I writhed and wriggled, searched desperately for sensation, for penetration.
He eased just the tip of his cock into me. I kept my attention on Aimery as Ryle steadied me and grasped my hips.
Aimery was unblinking. He sported a thick mound in his pants. The material strained and the zipper looked ready to burst.
Ryle plunged balls-deep. “Ah, yeah, fucking hell, yeah,” he shouted, his booming voice echoing around the room. “You’re so hot in here.”
I grunted as I was thoroughly filled, the simmering tightness in my pussy struggling to accept the invasion.
Just when I thought the pain was over he gave me more. I groaned, opening my mind to whatever he wanted to do to me. Ryle was in control of my body and it seemed he knew more than I did what I wanted. I was happy to let him have his way; it was a journey soaked in ecstasy.
“That’s it, Beatrice. You are doing so well,” Aimery said. “You should be quick, Ryle, she is on the edge.”
He was right. I was on the edge. Pure delight was pouring through me, thick and viscous. A fountain of ecstasy was welling up, preparing to spill over. It was so powerful, so beautiful, I wasn’t sure if I would survive it when it came.
Ryle was kissing my nape, his breaths cold and hard on the back of my neck. A sudden sharp pain had me calling out. He was drawing my skin into his mouth and there were two points of boiling sharpness, like scalding needles pressing into me.
That red-hot pain, combined with the blistering heat in my pussy, released my orgasm. It was effortless but at the same time hard, fast and furious. I battled to keep my eyes open, succeeded and stared at Aimery—watching him watching me. Ryle had filled me so exquisitely and bombarded me with new sensations. My body had been flung into a hundred different directions and I adored them all. The pain in my neck, his bite, suddenly lifted and the heat abated.
“Ah, ah, yeah…” Ryle yelled.
He swelled inside me. His cock tensed against the walls of my pussy and then he came with a wild cry.
I was convulsing, shaking through exquisite pleasure as he poured his seed into me. The bursts of semen were cold and I pulsed and pumped around him, squeezing out every sensation I could from the most wondrous bliss to the most tortured pain.
“Beautiful,” Aimery said, naked awe in his voice as he flattened his palm over his cock and pressed. “Beatrice, you really are so giving, you’re something else.”
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