Sex Me Down (46 page)

Sex Me Down

Razor sharp teeth grazed her right breast, scraping her with pointed fangs and she knew it was Sayre. Fane moved around behind her, stroked her ass with the tip of one finger. Her entire being quivered in need, dripped with desire. His teeth scraped along her neck and goose bumps flared across her skin. She whimpered, tilted her head to the side to give him better access.

“Do you submit to us,
la nisa
?” Fane asked. From in front of her, she heard Sayre suck in a breath, then his rough voice washed over her, asking her the next ritual question. “Do you lay your trust at our feet and submit to us in every way?”

She felt no hesitation, no fear. She wanted to shout her joy, her love, but instead in as strong and honest a voice as possible, answered him.

“Yes, I submit to you and Fane in every way.”

Sayre growled and lifted her into his arms. Placing his cock at the entrance to her channel, he drove into her and she screamed.

“You are mine,
natoya.
You are Fane’s. You shall forever belong to us.”

Knowing her submission wouldn’t be complete until she agreed with his pronouncement, she swallowed before answering his silent demand. “I belong to you. I belong to Fane. From this day forward I belong to you both.”

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Behind her, Fane stretched her back hole with her own cream, preparing her for his invasion. When she was ready, he slowly entered her ass. His long, thick cock slid easily into her prepared hole. She trembled, caught on the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain as he moved within her. Closer and closer, she came to reaching her climax. Her mates stroked into her in tandem. In. Out. In. Out. Finally her pussy clenched. Her clit spasmed as fire and heat rushed through her body. She came again, as Sayre sank his teeth in her breast. Fane plunged his own into her neck. They continued to shaft into her as they took her blood, desperate to find their own release.

Sayre lifted his head, swiped his tongue over her breast, and ripped his wrist open with his fangs. “Drink and we shall be one.”

Knowing neither of her mates would ever cause her harm, she dipped her head and drank from the wound at his wrist when he pressed it to her mouth. Fane reached forward, leaning in to give his wrist to Sayre.

Still they both surged within her, even as Sayre sank his teeth into Fane’s wrist and drank deep. When he was through, he raised Fane’s wrist to Laynee. Without hesitation, she took Fane’s essence into her mouth, swallowing the liquid that would combine their lives, their love and their species.

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