Blood on the Sheets
⌠MDNI â 18+ Only âŚ
â§ pairing: vampire!muke x reader
â§ summary: bound by a fated mating bond, you find yourself claimed in a fevered, blood-drenched threesome with two incredibly captivating, and competitive vampires, sealing yourselves together as mates for the rest of eternity
â§ warnings: MMF threesome, double penetration, oral sex (m and f receiving), blood play, biting, vampires, feeding during sex, rough sex, hair pulling, challengers moment cause i canât help myself, overstimulation, slight degradation, praise
â§ word count: 5.4k (back to normal length fics, whew)
â§ title: blood on the sheets â violent vira
â§ authorâs note: thank you to anon for requesting this filthy filthy fic. thank you to my dear @souperbloom for peer pressuring me into the challengers moment with quote âIâm an outfit repeater and also a trope repeater no shame in watching boys kiss a littleâ
also a huge thank you to my sweet little writing partner, you know who you are, your filthy brain keeps me going sometimes.
these vampires are based off of the mortal instruments series by cassandra clare and have a tiny bit of twilight influence (even though iâve never read nor seen the movies LMAO)
hope this is what you wanted đŽ!!!
Copyright Š 2025 undersugarnights. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.
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The streets are empty at this hour, but you move through the alley like you own it. Shoulders squared, chin high, you round a corner youâve taken a hundred times and find yourself facing the same old nightclub.
Its neon sign burns a furious red, spilling eerie light across the brick. The glow has become almost comforting, like a wound youâve learned to live with. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and head for the door.
The bouncer leans lazily against the frame, arms crossed, a grin tugging at his mouth. His eyes catch the glow and flash unnaturally bright. Too bright.
Vampire.
You pause, grinning back at him. He looks youngâhandsome in a rough way, tattoos crawling over tan skin, a streak of blond in his dark hairâbut not the one you came here for.
Still, your blood stirs. Heâs inside. You can feel him, the way the air sharpens before rain.
âYou gonna let me in,â you drawl, folding your arms to mirror his, âor you planning to keep me waiting till sunrise?â
The guy hums, grin never slipping. âDoubt this is where you wanna be, sweetheart.â He drops his arms, stretching until his shirt rides up and flashes a strip of stomach. âBest get going.â
Your frown deepens, that pulse under your skin flaring again. Heâs closeâyou can feel it. The breath you draw is pure habit, a relic of the life you left behind. You havenât needed air since the night you were turned.
You flash a slow, devastating smile, letting your fangs slip free. His eyes catch them, and for the first time, his posture shiftsâjust a fraction, but enough.
âSurprised you donât recognize your own kind,â you murmur, mock affection dripping like honey. âOr maybe you just donât like me very much.â
He scoffs, narrowing his eyes. âI donât know you. Must be a young one.â
The laugh that escapes you is light, amusedâtoo amused. You shake your head and step forward, and that second wave of recognition slams into you, stronger, searing down your spine until your irises flare red.
âNever as young as you,â you whisper, low and dangerous. âTell meâwho turned you? Is he inside? Is that why youâre out here posturing like you own the door?â
âIâm with the band, too.â His jaw tightens. âWhat do you want?â
You lean back, letting the pull ebb just enough to smile again, disarmingly bright. âMy nameâs Y/N,â you say, tone suddenly casual, friendly even. âAnd yours?â
His hesitation is quick but noticeable. His gaze flicks past you, then back. âCalum,â he mutters.
Your grin widens, satisfaction curling through you. âCalum,â you echo, savoring it. âI know who turned you. And I think Iâm here for him, too.â
Surprise cuts across his face before he can mask it. His brows shoot up, and when he speaks, his voice is taut with disbelief.
âDid Luke turn you too?â
You smile, a pitying tilt of your lips as you shake your head. âNever that,â you murmur. âNow, are you gonna let me in, sweetheart? I think youâre starting to realize you shouldnât fuck with me.â
Calumâs brief truce vanishes. His eyes darken, and with an irritated sigh, he finally steps aside. The path to the entrance opens, and you throw him one last taunting smile before slipping inside.
The music hits harder once you cross the threshold, bass thrumming through the floorboards. Bodies pack the room, pressed shoulder to shoulderâmostly vampires. But you spot the glazed-eyed humans too, their necks streaked with blood.
You huff, shaking your head at the sight. Humans chasing venom highs had become far too common, and the addiction was every bit as vicious as street drugs.
For vampires, human blood was little more than sustenance. The real high only came from drinking your mateâs bloodâthe bliss, the euphoria, the intimacy woven into it.
Itâs said to be orgasmic. At least, thatâs what youâve heard.
The connection here is overwhelming, almost suffocating. Every cell in your body hums with awareness of his proximityâso sharp, so consuming it feels like you might combust from the inside out.
You donât know how it began, not exactly. Months ago, you were just another shadow on the street, stalking your next meal, when the world suddenly tilted. You collapsed, your body convulsing under the weight of something unseen.
The only way youâve ever been able to describe it is this: the desperate gulp of air after nearly drowning. Since that night, the pull beneath your skin has been relentless, dragging you across the city until it finally led you hereâinto the heart of a vampire club in downtown Los Angeles.
You push past bodies, slipping deeper into the venue. His energy is a live wire under your skin now, closer with every step. Excitement sparks through your veins, impossible to ignore.
From the corner of your eye, a flicker of movementâdirty blond hair, a laugh so rich it seems to vibrate through your chest. You snap your head toward it, heart leaping, blood running hot with anticipation.
But thereâs nothing.
Clicking your tongue in disappointment, you turn, deciding maybe the bar will give you a better vantage point.
You barely pivot before slamming into someoneâs chest. Strong hands fly to your arms, circling your biceps to steady you.
The pull rips through you violently, dragging a gasp from your lips as you blink upâand meet a pair of striking green eyes.
He towers over you, tall enough that you have to crane your neck just to hold his gaze. Bright, fire-engine red hair sticks out wildly beneath a backward snapback, and a black metal bar glints from his eyebrow.
His pupils blow wide. A strangled sound catches in his throat as his grip on you tightens. His lipsâunnaturally pink, almost feverishâpart around a stunned breath.
âAre youâŚâ Your voice falters, dizzy just from standing this close. âAre you Luke?â
The guy blinks, taking a few seconds too long to respond. He shakes his head, seemingly at a loss for words. âNot Luke,â he says. âMichael.â
The name washes through you in a delicious shiver. You smirk, Michael still hasnât let go of your arm.Â
âHi Michael,â you purr. âIâm Y/N. And I think we have a lot to talk about.â
Michael snaps back to himself, tongue darting out to wet his lips before his hands slide down to your wrists. His fingers circle them tightly, almost possessive.
âSo it really is you,â he says, a grin cracking across his face. âThe one I keep feeling everywhere.â
You arch a teasing brow. âYouâve been feeling me?â you hum, leaning closer. If your heart still beat, it would be pounding.
âEverywhere I go,â he confirms, voice rough. âItâs like my fucking blood is screaming.â
The two of you push through the crowd, guided by that unbearable, magnetic need pulling tighter with every step. Every brush of Michaelâs skin against yours is fire, and for the first time in months, a sense of relief washes over you.
Your search is over.
Just as you and Michael reach a secluded hallway, a figure peels away from the shadows. He loomsâbroad, imposing, a menacing silhouette framed by the pulsing red lights and bass-thick air.
But thereâs no fear.
Only a pull. Stronger. Wilder. Twice as intense as before.
His eyes burn into the places where youâre still pressed against Michael, and your breath catches. Not from recognitionâat least, not the visual kind. But something deeper. Older. Something etched into your very being.
When his eyes meet yoursâblue, sharp, familiarâsomething inside you snaps tight. Then he looks at Michael, and his expression darkens.
âWhat the hell is this?â he asks, voice low and lethal as he pushes off the wall.
Dark blond hair curls under a snapbackâanother snapback; seriously, there must be a dress codeâand his mouth is twisted into a frown, a black ring hugging his plush bottom lip.
Michael lets out a long-suffering sigh and raises an eyebrow. âDude,â he scoffs, âyou seriously couldnât pick any other moment to interrupt?â
The pressure in your chest builds unbearably. It hits you all at once.
Michael is your mate.
So is he.
The blondâs jaw tightens. âWhy the fuck wouldnât I interrupt you trying to drag my mate into a back room?â His voice is frayed at the edges, barely containing the fury underneath. âReally, Mikeâfuck off.â
âWho are you?â you ask, excitement prickling across your skin.
His attention shifts to you, and he blinks slowly. âYou already know.â
Of course you do. The name had been whispered to you all day, a flash of blond hair at the edge of your vision. Luke. Your hand is still locked with Michaelâs, the pull between you both only growing stronger.
âSheâs my mate,â Michael snaps, chest puffing as he takes a step toward Luke. The air thickens, humming with tension, though the weight of it strikes you as more amusing than dangerous.
âActually,â you cut in, and both of them turn toward you instantly. âI think youâre both mine.â
Michael scoffs, shaking his head. âYeah, right. Thatâs never happened before.â
You shrug and pivot, your heels clicking against the floor. The door Michael had been leading you toward is only a few feet away. You sway your hips as you walk, knowing without looking that both men are trailing after you, begrudging and reluctant.
You twist the handle and push the door open, revealing a lounge tucked away from the noise. A small couch sits in the corner, and instrumentsâguitars and basses in a kaleidoscope of colorsâline the wall.
âLuke, donât fucking start,â Michael warns as he closes the door behind you. âYou know Iâve been feeling her for months.â
You sink onto the couch, watching as Lukeâs jaw clenches in irritation.
True, youâd only felt Michaelâs presence for a few weeks. Still, it wasnât surprising heâd sensed you lingering in the world, tethered to him.
A yawn slips from you, feigned or not, as you study the simmering tension between them. Luke is silent, arms crossed, his stare locked on you.
âYou know what this is,â he finally says, voice low as he steps closer to Michael. âThereâs no fucking way itâs both of us. You know it.â
A smirk tugs at your lips as a new thought blooms. âThereâs always the option to fight it out,â you tease, your voice dropping to a sultry purr.
Michaelâs mouth opens, then he shakes his head. âI canât believe this is happening,â he mutters. He turns sharply to Luke, anger flaring. âBack the fuck off.â
Luke presses his tongue to his cheek, giving Michael an unimpressed look. âYouâre starting a fight you know youâre gonna lose,â he says evenly. âIâve felt her for years. Years. Do you have any idea what thatâs like?â
âBoys,â you snap, leaning forward, elbows braced against your knees. âThis is starting to bore me. Sit.â
They exchange a tense look, neither moving for a long beatâuntil suddenly theyâre scrambling for space beside you. Michael crashes down first, practically falling onto the couch, while Luke follows with far more grace.
Both are rigid, fury radiating off them in waves. The realization that you are the reason for it fills you with an intoxicating rush of power.
You turn to Michael, cupping his face in one hand, brushing your thumb along his cheek. With your other hand, you do the same to Luke.
âKiss me,â you instruct.
Michael lunges fast, but you dodge just in time, lips curving. âNuh-uh,â you whisper. âYou donât get that yet.â
Luke seems to understand. He lowers his mouth to your jaw, lips grazing the delicate skin there. Your eyes flutter closed at the scrape of his teeth, a shiver chasing down your spine.
Michael lets out a frustrated grunt but relents, dragging his tongue down the side of your neck before kissing the sensitive spot just behind your ear.
A soft moan escapes you, one hand tangling in Lukeâs hair, the other gripping Michaelâs thigh. The pull toward both of them thrums through you, dizzying, irresistible, burning you alive with want.Â
Luke pulls away with a growl, the sheer force of it setting the air between you alight. You blink at him, momentarily disoriented.
Then, without warning, he grabs Michael by the back of the neck and crashes their mouths together. A sharp gasp almost escapes you as you watch them collide.
Michael lets out a startled sound, but his hand rises instinctively to clutch Lukeâs neck, and then heâs kissing him back. Their mouths move together sloppily, desperate, all teeth and need.
The bond surges through you, electric, and you press your thighs together against the ache. Your smirk grows as you watch Lukeâs ringed fingers tear Michaelâs hat off and fling it aside, tangling deep in his fiery red hair.
When Luke finally breaks away, his lips are swollen, breath ragged. Michael is left staring, stunned into silence.
Thatâs when Luke strikes again. He turns sharply, catching your mouth with his in a bruising kiss. One hand snakes down, sliding between your thighs, patting once before moving higher.
When his fingers brush the wet heat of your panties, a moan spills against his lips.
âYou fucking asshole,â Michael hisses, dropping off the couch to his knees before the two of you.
You feel Luke smirk against your mouth. âMay the best man win.â
Michaelâs answering growl is the only warning before heâs prying your legs apart. Luke shifts your panties aside, a finger sliding through your soaked folds.
You moan into his mouth, fists clutching at his shirt, while Michaelâs lips trace soft kisses up the inside of your thighs.
Luke pushes a finger inside you, curling it just right until your vision whites outâat the same moment Michael sinks his teeth into your thigh.
Euphoria detonates, the sharp pain of the bite blooming into raw pleasure. Your back arches, and Lukeâs free hand clamps around your jaw, holding you still as his tongue teases along your bottom lip.
By the time Michael retracts his fangs, youâre already floating. Blood drips down your leg, staining the couch. Michael moans, his entire body shuddering at the taste. His hands slide beneath your skirt, hooking the waistband of your panties and tugging them down your legs.
Cool air rushes over you, and you moan against Lukeâs mouth. The slick sound of his fingers working inside you grows louder as he slips in a second.
Michael inches closer, his breath hot against your aching clit. Meanwhile, Luke drags his lips down your jaw and along your throat, sucking carefully at the soft skin.
Mindlessly, your hips grind against Lukeâs fingers. Michael lingers, lips ghosting over the crease of your thigh before he finally licks a slow, teasing stripe across it.
Your breath shudders as Lukeâs fingers find a perfect rhythm. His teeth graze your skin, never quite bitingâjust the threat of fangs pressed against your throbbing pulse.
The bond floods your veins, white-hot, and when Luke finally sinks his teeth into your neck, the sharp pierce nearly unravels you. At the same moment, Michael licks a slow, torturous circle around your clit.
Your back bows off the couch, their touch working in tandem to drive you mad. The connection thrums through you, hungry, insatiable, demanding more.
âJust like that, baby,â Luke whispers, pulling back from your neck. His voice is gravel, his lips wet against your ear. âTaking my fingers so well. You gonna tell Mike Iâm the one making you feel good, right?â
Michael answers for youâhis mouth sealing over your clit with a sudden, rough suck. Your legs quake, and a ragged cry rips from your throat as your fingers twist into his red hair.
He groans into you, pulling back just long enough to rasp, âSuch a good fucking girl.â Then he dives back in, tongue flicking quick and precise.
A breathless laugh tumbles out of you, even as your body trembles. âEarn it,â you mewl. âNeither of you are earning anything at this pace.â.
ThenâsuddenlyâLuke stills. His fingers stop, Michael pulls back, both of them pausing in confusion.
And before you can process, Luke sinks to his knees beside Michael. You blink down at them, dazed, venom-born euphoria still thrumming through your veins, every touch amplified to the edge of unbearable bliss.
You laugh, breathless. âI fucking love it when you fight.â
âI want a taste too,â Luke murmurs, parting your legs wider. He leans down, licking a determined stripe up your core that rips a loud groan from your throat.
Michael groans with you, his hand dropping to palm the bulge straining against his jeans. The outline is blatant, intimidating, and inviting all at once.
âThatâsââ he cuts himself off, tongue darting across his red-stained lips. âThatâs so fucking hot.â
Luke swirls his tongue around your clit, then pulls back just enough to lock eyes with Michael. One hand shoots up, cupping the back of Michaelâs neck, dragging him closer.
âThen help me make a mess out of this pretty little doll,â Luke commands, eyes flashing a dangerous red. He pushes Michael down toward you, forcing his mouth between your thighs.
Your breath hitches as Michaelâs tongue joins Lukeâs, both of them working in tandem. They swirl, flick, and lap at your clit, the double sensation so overwhelming it knocks a gasp from your chest.
The sight is almost as consuming as the pleasureâthe two vampires, lips brushing as they move together, tasting you at once, desperate and feral, their rivalry blurring into hunger.Â
Luke pulls back, his thumb taking over where his tongue had been. âSuch a pretty pussy,â he groans, eyes heavy-lidded. He spits directly on your clit, and you cry out when his mouth returns to it.
A teasing finger circles your entrance, slow and maddening. It slips inside easilyâfollowed by another.
When you glance down, both men are moving together, fingers pumping in and out of you while their tongues collide over your clit.
One of Michaelâs hands clamps onto your thigh, fingers digging in until more blood wells from the bite there.
Youâre trembling on the edge, eyes locked on the two vampires between your legs. The rough scrape of their stubble against your inner thighs makes you gasp, and your hand shoots out to clutch the couch cushion, searching for something to hold onto.
Your mind unravels under the sensation. Their skin is icy where their mouths are blazing, the contrast overwhelming. Your vision blurs white.
With a ragged scream, you let go. The orgasm crashes over you, devastating and all-consuming, as you grind helplessly against their faces. They hold your thighs open, forcing you to ride it out, milking every shudder until youâre trembling in their hands.
âFuck, thatâs it, doll,â Michael gasps, his fingers still moving inside you relentlessly. âJust like thatâsuch a pretty fucking mess. Isnât she, Luke?â
Youâre still trembling, your body trying to come down from the high. Luke pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
âThe prettiest,â he agrees, turning to Michael. âYouâre not done, are you?â
Michael shakes his head, eyes burning. âThereâs a mating bond to sate. Of course Iâm not done.â
He lunges forward, crashing his lips to Lukeâs again. Both of them groan into the kiss, mouths moving hungrily, and you watch with rapt attention.
Your hand drifts between your legs, circling your oversensitive clit. Your thighs are still quivering, but the sight before you is too enticing to resist.
âYou taste like her,â Luke mumbles, licking into Michaelâs mouth. âSo fucking good.â
Michael trails kisses down Lukeâs neck, drawing a groan from the blond. Then his gaze flicks to you, fingers working between your legs.
You smirk, letting out an exaggerated moan. âDonât stop on my account,â you whimper, circling faster. âI like the show.â
Michael sinks his teeth into Lukeâs neck, and the groan Luke lets out in response is filthy. Their hips grind against each other, desperate for friction, for some kind of release.
âSit,â Luke rasps through a ragged breath as Michael licks a stray drop of blood from his skin. âOn the couch. Go.â
Michael pulls back, one brow arched. Lukeâs narrowed eyes leave no room for argument. With a low exhale, Michael steps back and drops onto the couch.
âTouch her,â Luke instructs, his voice guttural.
Michaelâs fingers replace your own, circling your clit with the same pace youâd set. The pleasure spikesâsharper, more electric simply because itâs his fingers now.
Luke cups your face between his hands, forcing your gaze to meet his. Blood still trails down his neck, the red far too vivid to be human.
He ducks his head and crashes his lips against yours. You can still taste yourself there, faint but lingering, and you groan into his mouth.
Michaelâs lips find your shoulder, one hand tugging your shirt down until your breasts spill free. Leaning lower, he wraps his mouth around a nipple and sucks.
Lukeâs grip is iron, one hand fisting the hair at the back of your head as his mouth moves filthily over yours, tongue sliding past your lips to lick into you.
Your hands scramble to the button of his jeans, flicking it open with practiced ease while Michael keeps sucking and biting at your nipple, his hands never stilling.
Youâre so wet the sound of it seems to fill the room, louder than the bass still bleeding through the walls.
Frantically, you tug at Lukeâs pants, feeling the aching length of him straining beneath the fabric. When you pull his underwear down, he springs free.
Luke doesnât release your face, kissing you like heâs drowning. Blindly, you wrap your hand around him, thumb smearing precum across his tip.
While one hand strokes him, your other reaches for Michael. Itâs a struggle undoing his jeans with one hand, but you manage.
âSuch a filthy fucking girl,â he rasps against your ear, fingers picking up their pace. You whimper into Lukeâs mouth, grabbing Michaelâs cock with your free hand and pumping at the same speed youâre working Luke.
Michael moans, hips jerking into your grip. Luke groans against your mouth as you work both of them tirelessly.
âI need one of you inside me,â you mutter into Lukeâs kiss. âPleaseâit hurts. I need to be full. I need to be so fucking full.â
Luke pulls back, a trail of spit connecting your lips as he exhales shakily. His gaze drops to your hand stroking his cock, then flicks to Michael, whoâs getting the same treatment.
âGet on top of him, then,â Luke orders, hands falling from your face as he steps back.
You scramble to obey, swinging a leg over Michaelâs thighs and straddling him. His hands clamp to your waist, gripping tightly as if to keep you there longer.
Bruises will bloom there laterâyouâre already thrilled at the thought.
You glance back at Luke, whoâs standing a few feet away, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking lazily as he watches you and Michael.
Reaching for the hem of your shirt, you pull it over your head and let it fall somewhere in the room. The only thing left on you is your skirt, bunched at your waist and covering nothing at all.
You turn back to Michael, the pull flaring hot beneath your skin as you lean in and press your lips to his. Slowly, you begin to grind against him, dragging your folds over the length of his cock in lazy, teasing strokes.
Michael moans into your mouth, his hands clamping tighter on your waist. Behind you, Luke is gasping, the slick sound of him working himself to the sight of you intoxicating.
âPlease,â you breathe into Michaelâs mouth. âI need you.â
Groaning, Michael bites your lower lip and nods. His hand darts between you, gripping his cock to line himself up with your entrance.
He drags it through your folds one last time, the ridge of the head catching on your clit. Then, without warning, he lines up and thrusts into you.
The length of him splits you open, the stretch so intense it rips a cry from your throat as you sink onto him until heâs buried to the hilt.
Your nails dig into his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor you. Luke moans at the sight, still stroking himself.
It takes a heartbeat to adjust to Michaelâs size, but your body welcomes him, the pull between all three of you reaching a fever pitch. You moan helplessly, eyes fluttering shut.
Michael is just as loud, hissing curses under his breath. âYouâre so tight, doll,â he groans. âTaking me like a good fucking girl. I know Iâm big, baby, but youâre doing so good.â
You nod, too far gone for words. Slowly, you start to roll your hips.
Luke moves closer, climbing onto the couch and gripping your jaw to turn your face to him. He taps the tip of his cock against your lips, the scent of him enveloping you as Michael thrusts deep inside you.
You whimper, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing through the room.
âOpen,â Luke orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.
You wrap your lips around the tip of Lukeâs cock, eyes rolling back at the sight of him above you. Michaelâs hands grip your hips, lifting and guiding you up and down on him; you clench around him with every movement.
Spit dribbles down your chin as you work to take more of Luke into your mouth. Your legs tremble, every nerve sparking with pleasure.
Luke lets out a helpless moan, head tipping back as his hips begin to thrust into your mouth. Heâs big, too, and your body aches for him even as your throat strains to take him.
âSheâs so warm,â Michael pants, hips bucking helplessly up into you. âSo fucking tight. You gotta feel herâfeel our little fuck doll milking your cock.â
You gasp, and Luke pulls back from your mouth. He meets Michaelâs eyes, a matching glint of mischief darkening his features.
Sliding off the couch, Luke rounds you until heâs behind you. âIs that right?â he taunts, voice low. âThink this greedy little thing can take both of us at the same time?â
You sob, bouncing faster on Michaelâs cock. âYes,â you cry, every sound tumbling helplessly from your lips. âI need you both. Pleaseâjust fuck me.â
âSuch a good little slut for us,â Michael coos, lips dragging along your jaw before sucking at the curve of your neck. âFuck, youâre dripping everywhere. Making a mess out of me, hmm?â
You nod just as Luke presses his chest against your back. Your bare breasts flatten against Michaelâs chest, and you feel the blunt head of Lukeâs cock teasing where youâre already so full.
âAre you gonna be a good little thing,â Luke murmurs, hand gripping the back of your neck, âand let us stretch you outâlet us claim you?â
You nod rapidly, incoherent sounds spilling from your lips. The bond thrums harder, calling for Luke to fall into place and seal what brought you here in the first place.
The mating bond.
âThatâs our good fucking girl,â Luke groans, slowly pushing into you. The stretch was already intense, but with Luke forcing his way inside alongside Michael it becomes overwhelming.
Tears streak down your cheeks as Michael catches your lips in a heated kiss. Luke keeps pressing deeper until heâs fully sheathed inside you.
âJesus, youâre so fucking tight,â Luke groans, forehead dropping against your spine. âAlready full, and still sucking me in like a greedy little thing.â
You tear your mouth away from Michaelâs just as Luke bottoms out, a scream ripping free. Instinct takes over, and your fangs sink into Michaelâs neck.
The sweet metallic rush floods your tongue, the taste enveloping your senses as every nerve ignites. Euphoria crashes through you, your body shaking, your mind going hazy at the edges.
Theyâre both inside you. Both of your mates.
Michael lets out a strangled cry, grinding into you. Luke pulls back only to slam forward again, neither of them giving you a moment to breathe as they piston their hips into you relentlessly.
Your screams of pleasure break into sobs, your mind unable to comprehend the searing level of sensation. The obscene friction pushes you toward an orgasm far quicker than youâd ever anticipated.
Luke reaches forward, gathering a smear of blood from Michaelâs shoulder with his fingers and then pressing them into your mouth.
You swirl your tongue around his digits, body rocking with each of their thrusts. Michaelâs hand slides between you, fingers finding your clit with ease.
He rubs steady circles there in perfect rhythm with their movements. âLook at her,â he growls. âTaking us both so well. Doesnât she look pretty with her pussy stuffed full?â
Luke hisses. âWait until weâre both dripping out of her,â he snarls. âSheâll be leaving messes behind for days.â
âIâm gonna come,â you cry, burying your face in the crook of Michaelâs neck. âPlease donât stopâfuck, Iâm so close.â
Luke fists your hair, yanking your head back and using it as leverage to pound into you harder.
âCome for us,â he urges. âNeed to feel this tight little cunt squeeze the life out of us. Câmon, pretty princessâdonât you wanna come?â
Michaelâs fingers speed up, blurring with the rhythm of their thrusts. You shatter with a cry, body seizing and spasming as you clench helplessly around them, milking both cocks while you grind against them.
âOh, fuck,â Michael manages before both men sink their fangs into your skin. The piercing pain blooms into overwhelming bliss, your stomach clenching as another orgasm crashes through you.
Pure euphoria floods your veins as their movements stutter. You convulse between them, their mixed groans a soundtrack to your never-ending bliss.
âFuckâfuck, Iâm coming,â Luke chokes out, a deep groan tearing from his throat. Michael follows a heartbeat later, moaning your name into your neck as the two of them empty themselves inside you.
Slowly, you start to come down. The bliss ebbs as their fangs withdraw, leaving you slumped between them like a corpse.
Wellâmore lifeless than usual.
âFuck,â Luke hisses as he slips out of you, collapsing onto the sofa beside you.
Michael follows a beat later, and you feel both of their releases slick and warm on your thighs. The mess is too addictive to look away from.
You melt into the space between them, your brain still fuzzy from the bondâs aftermath. Michaelâs hand drifts to your thigh, tracing lazy patterns against your skin.
Luke drapes an arm over your shoulders, tucking you against his chest before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You hum contentedly, throwing your legs over Michaelâs lap.
âI guess both of you really earned it,â you muse, a helpless laugh spilling out of you.
Michael chuckles, dragging a hand through his sweat-damp hair. âYouâre stuck with us forever,â he says simply. âAnd weâre all stuck with each other. Might as well enjoy it.â
Luke bites his lip, head tipping back with a groan. âFuck, I canât wait to do this again.â
You shift, stretching with a sinful moan that makes both men perk up instantly. âThis time,â you purr, batting your lashes, âI want to see you both choking on each other.â
Yeah. Spending eternity bonded to these two doesnât sound so bad.
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