I wiggle, trying to move lower when he does it again, making me moan into his mouth.
Tobias pulls away and I feel his lips move on mine as he speaks. “You want this,” he says, thrusting upward again, his cock sliding between my folds before hitting my clit.
“Yes, all of it” I moan, kissing him harder. He grips my hips, pushing them down on his cock. I move my hips in a circular motion, loving the feeling of his cock, stretching and filling me.
“Ah, fuck,” he says, his grip on my hips getting tighter as I continue to move my hips in the same slow, circular motion. Theo suddenly grabs my hair, pulling my head back. His tongue plunges into mouth as he climbs on the bed behind me. His other hand runs up my side before it squeezes my breast, my nipple hardening under his cold hands. My skin feels like it’s boiling and Theo’s cold touch makes goosebumps rise over my body and makes me shiver.
He lets go of my hair and I feel him position himself behind me, his icy, cold hand running lower to my abdomen before sliding between my legs. His fingertips rub my clit as I feel him push inside me, making me moan at the overfull sensation. I move my hips, adjusting to the new sensation before I feel Theo grip my hips, and he slams inside me, making me bounce on top of Tobias. I wiggle my hands, wanting to touch them, but they don’t budge.
I feel my stomach tighten as they both thrust in harder, and I have trouble staying upright, not being able to use my hands. Theo grabs the handcuffs, pulling me back to him, one hand going back between my legs and rolling my clit between his fingers, while his other hand wraps around my throat. His grip tightens and I feel my orgasm building to an entirely different level with not being able to breathe, my head becoming dizzy. Theo let’s go for a second, flicking my hair over one shoulder before it goes back to my neck, squeezing tightly.
Tobias’ hands pinch my nipples, making me moan out at the sudden pain as he rolls them between his fingers, my orgasm ripples through me, making my walls clench around them, but they don’t let up, thrusting harder and I feel my stomach tighten again. I feel Theo’s lips on my neck, then his fangs; I shiver. It runs through my entire body to my toes. Then, I feel his fangs break my skin, it hurts for a second then feels fantastic as the endorphins in his saliva send me over the edge again and I feel both of them still inside me, knowing they both found their own release. Riding out my orgasm, I feel light-headed and weak. I try to move when Theo’s grip on me tightens. His arm wrapped securely around my stomach, the other still around my throat.
My eyes dart to Tobias in panic, but he just watches, which has me confused. The dizziness becomes too much, and I struggle against him trying to pull away, but I’m much too weak. I try to breathe, but his grip on my throat only tightens, my lungs burning for air. My body feels heavy, Theo’s grip is strong and unrelenting. I can feel his tongue lapping at my skin, hear my heart pounding in my ears before I feel a strange sensation roll over my entire body, a weightlessness I haven’t felt since I was plunged into the darkness of my death. I feel my body go slack against Theo, my eyes getting heavy, too heavy for them to remain open as they flutter shut.
Theo
From the moment I sunk my fangs into her neck, I could feel it. Slithering through her bloodstream. Her blood tastes the same as before she changed, which shocks me. The initial taste of it hitting my tongue overwhelms me, so much that I feel my grip on her throat become tighter. Bloodlust takes over completely.
But that’s not all I taste. At first, I didn’t recognize what it was. Well, until I feel its icy tendrils seep into me. I knew something was wrong when I first sank my fangs into her but couldn’t figure out what, until I felt it.
The darkness that has been plaguing her, addictive and sweet. Yet, so cold. I haven’t felt the cold since I was changed. But this is like ice cold, and I can’t help but shiver as I feel it consumes me. I try to pull away, but I fail; the darkness sinks into me, refusing to let me go, making me crave it like a drug addict. I can literally feel it bleeding into my soul, scarring it as it leaves its mark there forever, tainting the darkest parts of me.
If insanity has a flavor, this is it, sitting on the verge between slipping from light to darkness. I feel Imogen wriggling, trying to loosen my grip on her, but I just hold on tighter, refusing to let go. I know I should have the moment I feel it, yet I can’t seem to pry my lips away from her neck. And after a while, I don’t want to anymore. My hunger becomes insatiable when I feel the darkness leave her, her blood changes taste to an entirely different level of purity and I can taste her magic. Strong and powerful, flexing like a muscle as it pulses through her.
Imogen goes limp against me. Yet, it still isn’t enough. I can feel the darkness leave her and creep over me like a snake wrapping itself around me. Tobias’ voice pulls me out of my hunger filled craze.
I feel him grab my hand that is on her waist. “Theo, let her go, she is out.” His voice is stern and laced in panic.
When I can’t let her go, he suddenly rips her forward, her body pulling from my grip as she slumps onto his chest. I growl, and it sounds foreign even to me. Sadistic and crazed.
“Theo, stop,” he growls warningly at me before I feel his claws dig into my arm and I realize I’m trying to take her back from him.
I freeze, realizing I’m being taken over by the darkness that consumes her. I fight against it, shaking the feeling off though it never leaves. I feel it move about my body, wriggling under my skin, trying to find its way back in.
Tobias rolls between my legs, turning and laying Imogen beside him, her hair falls over her face. She is so blue looking, drained of life, and the sight is quite shocking to witness.
Standing up, I move to the window, forcing myself away from her. Tobias glances at me and I can tell he is feeling through the bond, trying to figure out what is wrong. My fangs ache in my gums, almost throbbing; the pain is so great. Hunger is something I usually have a good grip on, but whatever magic she possesses is throwing my control out the window.
“You okay?” He asks, brushing Imogen’s hair out of her face.
“Fine,” I tell him, but the words are slurred from my fangs still protruding painfully.
“Shit, Theo, she is ice cold,” Tobias says, making me walk over to her.
“She is fine. If she was dead, you would have felt the bond break. I can hear her heart still; it is just faint.” I tell him. He nods before tucking the blanket under her chin.