Chapter 6
Sienna ~
Orion’s blood was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. My head spun as my nails tore into his skin.
I knew I would regret this by morning, but I didn’t care. His deep groans only made it worse.
Scarvyn venom was powerful. These alphas would become ours, addicted, unable to harm us, bound to protect us because only we could give them this feeling.
I sank my fangs deeper and wrapped my legs around his waist.
His hands grabbed my ass roughly, I felt the hard bulge of his desire but forced myself to ignore it.
If I didn’t, I would do something I would truly regret.
His hand slid inward, nearly touching places no one ever had.
“That’s enough.” Silas’s voice barely registered.
I wasn’t full, not even close. In the haze of lust I had forgotten I could drain him dry.
Hands clamped on my shoulders and yanked me away. I fought, but Silas was stronger.
“Let go of me!”
“Calm down, tiger. He can’t give you any more.”
Orion’s glasses were gone. His pupils were blown wide with pleasure and he looked at me like he still wanted more even though his body had nothing left to give.
“That was… not what I expected,” he said, fingers smearing the blood on his neck.
I tore my gaze away from before instinct took over again.
I turned to Silas and wrapped my legs around him instead.
He offered his neck without hesitation. His blood was delicious, full of lust and repressed anger but nowhere near as good as Orion’s.
I drank until I was satisfied, then pulled free with a wet pop.
Now it was time to keep my end of the bargain.
I had been a sheltered princess my entire life.
I had never been exposed to anything like this.
Yet something in my blood knew exactly what to do. I dropped to my knees in front of Orion.
He unbuckled his belt and freed himself. The word “cock” still felt filthy on my tongue, but there was no other way to describe what I was looking at.
It was thick, long and already leaking.
He stroked himself shamelessly, head tipped back and a low groan rolled out of him.
“Come closer, baby girl,” he ordered.
I obeyed. Both hands wrapped around the warmth of him and a growl tore from his throat.
I stroked the way he had and his fingers tangled in my hair as he bucked into my grip.
“Squeeze the tip gently,” he ground out.
I did and more precum welled up. He cursed in a broken string of nonsense, looking devastating.
Silas’s gaze burned into me, but I felt no shame. The venom would erase most of his memories by morning.
A different kind of lust flooded me, one that had nothing to do with blood.
His grip on my hair tightened until it hurt and I loved it. My thumb brushed the sensitive underside of the head.
Orion yanked my head back with a guttural growl and came hard, hot ropes striping my lips, cheeks and chest.
Out of pure curiosity, I tasted it.
It was delicious and tasted salty and manly. Fuel for the fire already pooling between my thighs.