I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 85: Chapter 85

Lysander’s pov

I screamed as his cock plunged into my hole. The sound seemed to excite the vampires because I heard moaning around me.

My back arched off the velvet-covered altar, my toes curling as a wave of intense, overwhelming heat flooded my lower body.

Drake chuckled, ”You say you don’t want this and yet you are as wet as the fountain in the compound.” He whispered in my ear.

”I don’t want to do it with people watching,”

”I know, little bird but we have no choice. This is the only way to show them that I have claimed you.”

I gasped as he lifted me off the ground, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he withdrew before going in again.

His strokes stripped away the last shred of my self control. My body felt hot and I threw my head back, moaning uncontrollably in the hall.

A blush coated my cheeks from being watched but my body remembered having this dream, Drake taking me in front of strangers just like my livestream.

The vampires in the hall didn’t look away. I could hear their hushed, heavy breathing, the faint, appreciative murmurs as they watched the show.

I knew some of them were stroking their corks at the erotic sight. The embarrassment was suffocating, burning like acid beneath my skin, but as Drake’s cold hands dug deep into my hips, holding me pinned relentlessly to the stone, I was far gone in pleasure.

He was overwriting the trauma, replacing the memory of Gideon’s violation.

My hands, freed from his grip, reached up to clutch his broad shoulders, my fingers digging desperately into his back as I clung to him.

”Drake!” I cried out, my voice raspy, desperate, and ringing loudly across the vaulted ceiling. ”Drake... please!”

He didn’t pull back. Instead, he leaned down, his long, pale throat exposed against my shoulder, and buried his fangs deep into the junction of my neck and collarbone.

The second his fangs pierced my vein, the pain melted away to a very intense pleasure. He began to drink, slowly at first, then with a heavy, rhythmic suction that pulled the very warmth from my core.

A low, helpless moan burst past my lips, echoing wildly off the high stone arches.

The three hundred vampires below the dais watched in breathless stillness as his head remained buried in my throat, his body still driving deep inside mine, drinking me down before the entire crowd.

It was a brutal, intimate display of total claiming, stripping away every boundary that had ever existed between us.

My vision flared gold around the edges. My head fell back against the altar, my throat arched, my muscles trembling as the blood drained from my limbs.

I was completely at the mercy of his cock and entirely open to his teeth. Every pull of his jaw felt like molten larva melting my spine and humming down my nerves.

My hips lifted instinctively into his thrusts, chasing the excruciating, intoxicating pleasure of his bite.

”That’s it, little bird,” he purred against my torn skin, ”Let me drain every drop of the old life out of you.”

He pulled his fangs from my neck and blood trickled down my collarbone.

I gasped, my chest rising as my unfocused eyes gazed up at him through a haze.

He brought his left wrist up to his mouth, his sharp teeth tearing a chunk of his flesh as blood welled up instantly, spilling over his palm and dripping down his forearm.

He cupped the back of my neck with his hand, forcing my head up, and pressed his bleeding wrist directly over my mouth.

”Drink,” he commanded, ”Drink until there is nothing left inside you that does not belong to me.”

My mouth opened on pure instinct. The moment his blood hit my tongue, my spine snapped straight off the altar.

It was more than he had ever given me before, a torrent of raw, unrefined venom pouring straight down my throat.

My hands scrambled up his arm, my fingers digging hard into his sleeve, anchoring my shivering frame to his wrist as I gulped down his blood.

The venom burned through my veins, incinerating the lingering weakness of the three-day fast, lighting up every nerve ending until my skin felt as if it were glowing.

My lungs gasped for air that tasted purely of his scent. My brain short-circuited under the volume of his power, the narcotic high sweeping away the cold hall, the staring crowd..

My pulse slowed, dragging its rhythm down until it beat in flawless, lazy unison with the heavy thud against my mouth.

Drake resumed his slow thrusts, keeping me at the edge of pleasure but not fully to make me cum. A clean line snapped right in my chest.

His blood was rewriting my very essence, locking my life force directly into his. Drake’s eyes burned brighter into mine.

I lost myself in his eyes, transfixed on the colors till I was spent. My body was no longer mine to control, the pleasure kept building up, my moans toned down to mewls till I was panting straight up in his arms.

Drake let out a low, guttural growl vibrated through his chest as he drove himself into me one final time, his hips locking tight against mine as his climax tore through him.

He poured his power into me, sealing the exchange from the inside while I drank from his wrist.

My body shattered under the double wave of the bond locking into place. A breathless, sobbing scream rose in my throat, choked off by the blood on my tongue as a violent, blinding release ripped through my core.

My toes curled, my back arched, and my legs locked even tight around his waist as I yielded to him completely.

When Drake finally pulled his wrist away from my lips, my hands slid uselessly onto the floor.

I lay flat on the altar, my chest rising and falling in slow, heavy breaths, my torn dress hanging off my hips.

Drake stood tall over me, his long tunic billowing around his boots as he straightened his clothes and mine.

He turned to face the silent room, placing one cold, heavy hand flat over my bare, trembling stomach, feeling the steady, rhythmic pulse of his venom circulating through my system.

The vampire raised his pale, withered hand into the dim candlelight.

”By blood, by moon and by the ancient laws of our kind, the vow is accepted. The human has surrendered his life to his master and the bond recognizes him as such. Let all who stand present bear witness.”