Sunday
The bed shook under the force of Talen’s thrusts and the vampire’s fingers dug into Rhett’s colourful skin. The candlelight played over Talen’s muscles as they bunched and released with his motion, his blonde hair swinging forward over his face and catching in the strands of his beard, his lip curling back to reveal his long, sharp canine and premolar teeth.
He was far rougher on Rhett than he ever was on Aislen, she thought, watching as Talen wrapped Rhett’s long dark hair around his hand, pulling the alpha’s head back on his neck and almost causing Heath’s c**k to slip from Rhett’s mouth. Rhett, however, loved the hard thrusts. She knew, because his hand, braced on the bed, brushed against her knee, giving her flashes of his experience with every inward thrust of Talen’s hips.
