“I was Joaquin’s slave for nearly twenty years. He made me what I am. I failed to kill him, and he gave me to those monsters as a toy. I spent a year in their Eyrie, as their property. Their King claimed me as his own, burned their mark in my flesh while I hung from a hook in the ceiling like a piece of meat. Do you know what leaves scars like these, Rafe? No? I’ll share their secret with you then. Razor wire. They bound me with razor wire and hung me from a hook, branded and raped me. The wire cuts very deep when you twist in agony. They had to unwrap it from the bone. I couldn’t speak for a week. I had screamed so much I tore something in my throat.” She said, and Damion held her tight. Rafe could only stare.
“So much pain sweeting, and we ask you to relive it. “ The Prince murmured, nuzzling her hair, and she laughed.
“I want Joaquin dead more than anything, deSalvatore. That’s the real reason why I allowed Rafe to coerce me into this. But with the grigorii flying, we have a problem. “ She said, and he gave her an inquisitive look.
“You have to collar me. They’ll find me if you don’t. And if they find me, they will drag me back to Joaquin, and I will be dead- or as good as dead.” She said quietly, and Rafe recoiled from the thought. Damion stiffened.
“Oh yes. It appears I will be going back into slavery after all. “ She commented bitterly, and Damion cupped her chin, turning her face to his.
“An act, Shadow-mine. It will just be an act.” He whispered against her mouth, and she smiled darkly.
“Collared is still collared.” She said softly, and he groaned at the thought of the halfbreed wearing nothing but a slave collar, and in his bed. He grew immediately hard. His mouth sealed over hers, and she melted into him, her kiss desperate. The thought of being under someone else’s control, no matter how loose the reins, was frightening after independence. She tore her mouth free, looking at both vampires.
“I need you both.” She drew an unsteady breath. “I need you both to keep me from losing my sanity. “ She finished raggedly, reaching out and dragging Rafe to her, sliding her hands beneath his tee shirt, raking her nails down his smooth chest. Neither vampire mistook her meaning. Neither was willing to ignore her plea.
Rafe fumbled at the tie of her drawstring pants, tugging the knot free and sliding the soft cotton over her hips and down her legs, taking tiny scrap of material that were her underwear with them- tossing both to the floor. His arms slid around her, dragging her into his lap as Damion pulled his sweater over his head, cashmere falling to the floor.
Shadow wrapped her legs around Rafe’s waist, lifting her face to his, her hands sliding into his crimson hair to tug his mouth down to hers. Damion shed his pants and boxers, silk and fine wool thrown heedlessly on the floor. He slipped off the settee to the floor, his arms snaking around her waist to pull her down with him as Rafe stood to disrobe. The Prince’s mouth slid hotly along the curve of her throat as they both watched the Rogue strip, revealing a body as white as the halfbreed’s.
Shadow held out her arms to Rafe, and he went willingly, his mouth capturing hers as the three sprawled in front of the fire. Damion’s hands cupped her breasts from behind, stroking over her pale nipples until they tightened, darkened to rose. Rafe’s mouth glided over her skin softly, his hand slipping between her legs, cupping her, stroking the dampness at the apex of her thighs until her honey slicked his fingers and she moaned, writhing slowly between them. Damion turned her so she faced him, his mouth catching and holding hers, swallowing her cries as Rafe’s fingers glided between the round globes of her ass, spreading her moisture.
Her nails dug into Damion’s shoulders as Rafe anointed himself with her dew, then shifted upwards, the thick head of his cock pressing against the delicate rosette of her anus. Damion’s hands glided between her legs, finding the pierced button of her clit and stroking it as the other vampire began to press himself inside her, drinking in her cries of pain-tinged pleasure. He delved his fingers inside her heat, bringing her to the brink as the head of Rafe’s cock breached her ass, then shoved her over the precipice. Her mouth left his in a wordless cry as she orgasmed, and he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his own length while she was still climaxing.
They both slid home, sinking all the way inside her, and they both held very still so she could adjust. She whimpered mindlessly at the feeling of being so stuffed, never believing that she could take them both, and couldn’t stay still. Her restless movements shifted them inside her, and both vampires groaned aloud at the sensation of being ensconced in her tight passages. They could feel each other through the thin barrier of her sex and rectum, and every time one shifted the tiniest bit, the other felt it.
“Fuck me, please? “ she moaned, licking her lips, and Damion slid one hand up her leg, lifting it over her hip. He nearly spent right then and there as he sank even deeper inside her. Wordlessly, but by some unspoken signal, both Damion and Rafe began to move, one after the other so as not to be forced out of the tender portions of her anatomy they occupied. Damion’s mouth covered hers once more, and Rafe’s lips glided across her throat, his teeth gently scraping the skin as his hands cupped her breasts, toying with her nipples. Damion’s hands cupped her ass, moving her in time with his thrusts, guiding her on a slow, leisurely ride.
She twisted between them, another orgasm building, and they quickened their pace, both needing to climax with her. She tightened exquisitely around them rhythmically, drawing them both up that steep precipice with her. Both Damion and Rafe’s fingers bit into her soft flesh as they climaxed, and she shattered into a thousand tiny pieces with them.
Afterwards they all lay tangled together, ivory and white limbs glistening in the firelight as both vampires cuddled her close. She lay with her cheek on Damion’s shoulder, eyes closed, and Rafe’s thigh nudged between hers, his chest a very solid and comforting presence at her back. Her fears were temporarily put aside as she basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
