I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 76: Chapter 76

Lysander’ss pov

My toes curled back, tremors running through my body just as his blood thrummed in my vein. The pleasure mixed with his blood made it a heavy aphrodisiac.

My already soaked ass kept gushing as his tongue kept lapping up. Moans and moans kept leaving my lips, my back straight as I struggled to contain the pleasure building up inside me.

His hand reached up to tweak my nipples, sperm shot straight out of my cock, costing my chest in my seed.

"Drake," I moaned his name. His speed kept increasing like he couldn’t control himself from devoting me.

Without a word, without a second of hesitation, he drove himself deep inside me with a single, brutal thrust.

He groaned, drinking me in. He wrenched his lips, setting me down. I pulled back, spreading my legs even more.

Thank goodness, I was flexible.

I bared myself to him, pleading with him with my eyes to take me.

"Touch yourself for me, little bird."

"H-how?" I panted.

"Show me how badly you want this, touch yourself like you would if I was your favorite fan on your livestream."

My heart started pounding, was he a fan?

I licked my lips, hooking my legs over my head. I was completely exposed. I stroked my cock with one hand and the other fingered my asshole.

Drake kept watching with hungry eyes, his dark eyes flitted over my form. He gradually stroked his cock, taking in my lewd noises.

"Heavens, you look so beautiful." He groaned, fisting his cock even harder.

I was sure I looked like a hungry, wanton prostitute but the look on his face as he gazed at me made me want to work even harder.

Again, thank goodness for flexibility because I could never have pulled this off. I unhooked one of my legs and brought my toes to my mouth.

I sucked it in, meeting his eyes in this position. His jaw went slack as he watched me.

"Jesus, little bird. Are you trying to make me cum?" He crooked his two fingers in a, ’come here’ motion.

I stopped, crawling towards him on all fours. I imagined it was one of the times I thought Drake was fucking me during the live stream.

I have always wanted to put on a show for him.

He grabbed me, kissing me roughly. His fang pierced my bottom lip and I felt the blood rush out as he kissed it away.

He laid me down on the bed properly, he used his fingers to smear the blood on my lips and rubbed it down my chest.

He took a minute to admire his mark before coming down to claim me, I felt his cock judging at my entrance before sliding it in very slowly.

I was shaking as a long, drawn out moan left my lips. My back arched off the bed and my fingers dug into his bloody shoulders.

He withdrew slowly, his dark eyes pinned me into place as he slid in again. I closed my eyes as the pleasure brought me into places I didn’t know existed.

"Look at me," he barked.

My eyes flew open to meet his, my lips slightly open as he withdrew again. He rotated his hips, hitting every inch and crevice of my rectum.

My g-spot kept pulsating but he skipped it everytime, only brushing past it. My mind was blown and yet I kept holding on to whatever crumbs of pleasure he was giving me.

He stopped teasing me and just slowly set a rhythm, a punishing pace that made tears of frustration drop.

"I want more, go faster." I urged him but he didn’t listen.

His hips kept kissing mine slowly as he took his sweet time. The physical sensation was so intense, so overwhelming with his blood still hot on my tongue, that my vision blurred till all I could see was darkness.

My senses were magnified tenfold. I could feel every ridge of his body, every drop of sweat falling from his chest, the freezing temperature of his skin contrasting violently with the burning heat inside me.

I could hear the faint, distant rustle of the pine trees three floors below the window, and the loud, ragged sound of my own weeping gasps as he fucked me.

He picked up, his hips snapping faster. He wasn’t quite there yet with my request but he was working up to it.

Impatiently, I rocked my hips to meet his thrust for thrust, I dug my fingernails even deeper into his skin to hold on.

He increased his pace again, slamming into me again and again till his cock started brushing the spot, stars started to dance in my vision.

I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning but it was damn near possible. The man was a vampire, he had speed.

My hips couldn’t meet up with his thrust so I stayed still as his cock burrowed into my asshole relentlessly.

Midway through, as my body thrashed against the pillows, Drake leaned down and sank his fangs deep into the side of my neck, right over his mark.

The double hit of his venom flooding my bloodstream while he buried himself inside me shattered the last shred of my sanity.

My mind went completely blank, dissolving into a weightless, narcotic high as a blinding, breathless climax tore through my lower body, my muscles contracting tightly around him in a series of violent, helpless spasms.

He kept fucking me through as liquid spurt out of my ass, he didn’t stop. He buried his face in my neck as he let out a groan.

His hips didn’t stop till I was screaming out in pleasure. My cock hardened more and spilled sperm between us.

Drake let out a deep, guttural growl against my neck, his hips locking tight against mine as he came inside me, his teeth holding me pinned to the bed while he drank his fill of my blood.

When he finally pulled his fangs from my throat, my body went completely limp, collapsing back onto the dark sheets in a state of shivering bliss.

I couldn’t move my legs or speak, to be fair I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I was turned into liquid.

I lay there gasping for air, tears of pure ecstasy tracking down my flushed cheeks, my heart beating in perfect, lazy synchronization with the dark predator lying beside me.

Drake shifted, rolling onto his side and pulling my weak, heat-flushed body flush against his cold chest. He smoothed his long fingers through my damp hair, wiping the tears from my cheeks with his thumb.

His eyes were back to normal again, looking down at me with a pride that made my chest swell. He reached down, pressing his hand flat over my stomach, feeling the rapid, steady pulse of his blood circulating through my system.

"You’re changing, Lysander," he whispered, his cold lips brushing over my forehead. "Your body is accepting the bond completely."

I closed my eyes, burying my face into the crook of his neck, wrapping my trembling arms tightly around his waist.

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