There was a slit up the side allowing easy access, and in that very moment, I was tempted to lay her out on the bed and tie her to each pole just so that I could look at her beautiful form instead of taking her to the theatre.
But at the pleased look on her face, I knew I had to follow through with my plans as not to not disappoint her.
Lula gave me a mysterious smile as she opened the door to my room for us and, taking Adelade’s arm, I led her to the front door.
Stefano was already waiting for us in the carriage, his eyes bright with pleasure as his eyes roamed over Adelade, and then me as we entered. We sat across from him and soon the carriage was off with her tucked closely by my side, her breathing short and her cheeks marred with the perfect spot of pink as we made our way down the drive.
When Stefano's eyes met mine, I knew that I was going to enjoy this night very much.
7
Adelade
I forced myself to breathe slowly, though the anticipation of this evening was making it very hard for me to be calm. It appeared as if, finally, I was going to have my greatest wish and be with Detrand in every way. The very thought made a slow billow of eagerness fill me as I’d prepared so that I was strung tight by the time we left the house.
As soon as I entered the carriage, Stefano's gaze burned into me, his eyes moving over my form, from the way that Lula placed my hair, over the structure of my face, then down my neck where they paused briefly. Then they moved down to my breasts and to the slit of my dress.
His slow perusal, combined with the heat from Detrand against my side, made the slow burning inside me turn into a flaming sensation of lust threatening to burst from me.
God, I wasn't sure I was going to make it to the theatre alive.
"Adelade," Detrand's voice a dusky murmur, "sit on my lap."
I lurched towards him, eager to obey, and he guided me onto it where I could already feel the press of his steel cock against me as I settled my back against his chest. His fingers went to the nape of my neck, stroking the soft wisps of hair there.
"Doesn't she look beautiful, Stefano?"
“Indeed.” Stefano's eyes met mine, his gaze burning into me. "A seductive enchantress."
Detrand's fingers pressed into my chin, moving my head so that he could press soft kisses against my cheek. "She's a bit put out that we didn’t let her participate in controlling the shifters this evening. She’s demanded we find a way to make it up to her. Do you think it possible?”
“I’m certain there is something we could do.” Stefano slid from his seat to kneel at the floor before me and Detrand. When he looked up at us, I could understand Detrand’s love for me on my knees before him.
It was an evocative emotion, the power in his submission. His hands slowly slid up my thighs, parting my dress like a prophet parting a sea of silk. He moved his burning gaze to Detrand, asking for permission as his hands glided up to the top of my knees. “May I?”
"Let's try, shall we?" he answered Stefano, pulling my jaw upwards, twisting my head so that it was facing the window. An exhale left my parted lips as his lips moved down my neck, his tongue caressing my skin as Stefano's hands pressed my legs apart. Cool air met the warmth between my thighs and I clutched Detrand's strong legs as both men kissed, licked, and suckled my skin.
Then Detrand's fangs were scraping my neck, his bloodlust pulsing through me as Stefano’s mouth drew closer to my soft spot.
I moaned, a soft whimper of need, anticipating his bite.
I loved it when he bit and drank my blood. I was giving him life and in return, his need burned through me, lighting my own senses on fire because of the connection between us. And yet he continued to toy with me, his fangs only scraping, his tongue and lips caressing my skin.
Stefano's tongue drew even closer to my heat, his hands slowly spreading me further, wider, and by the time his tongue reached the spot right below my softness, I was raging with need. My hand landed on his head, my fingers sliding through his hair, encouraging him with a soft, moaning noise.
Detrand's voice was a rumble against my ear. "Do you want Stefano to taste you, my cuore?"
I nodded, barely able to breathe, to speak. “Yes, Signore."
Detrand's teeth came down on my earlobe, sinking into it the exact moment his own fingers slid down and up between my swollen lips. I gasped, then heaved at the surge of electricity that shot through me. It was all so much, so much need flooding through me. Detrand lapped at my blood while Stefano's tongue lapped at the crease of my thigh, then over Detrand's fingers, licking at my cream, not quite touching my pussy, but oh so close.
God, I needed their touch so badly, needed Stefano's on me, Detrand's fingers thrusting up inside me. Needed to feel everything, to dangle over the cliff, to come fast and harsh.
"Stefano?" Detrand asked him.
"Please." Stefano's response was simple but the tone of his voice revealed his utter need to taste me. "Please let me taste her again, for I've dreamed of it while I slept, longing to taste her again."
I groaned at his words, surprised that he would even dream of me, but the thought of Stefano stroking his cock while thinking of me made a flood of heat rush through me. I was dripping down my thighs and Stefano was catching it all with his tongue. Detrand's dark chuckle at my ear revealed that he wasn't nearly as surprised as I was.
"Adelade still doesn't understand the power she holds, Stefano. Can you believe it? Should we show her?"
Stefano shook his head, nuzzling his face between my thighs. "I'm afraid not, for then she might withhold from us."
Detrand clucked his tongue. "She would never withhold from me, would you, fiore dolce?”
I moaned, arching my back, unable to stop the burning flame inside me. I grasped at Detrand's pants, clutching it harshly as he stroked, stroked up inside me, fucking me with his fingers.
"Fuck, Detrand, please."
He sunk his teeth into my bare shoulder, drawing out more blood, licking the skin and blood with his tongue. I could feel the way it lit up his senses, the drugged high it was giving him. My mouth dropped open as it lit up my senses with a high I couldn’t describe.
"Answer the question, Adelade." Detrand's voice was dark and deep and I couldn't stop myself from answering him.
"No," I shook my head, though his firm hold on it made it hard to move. "I could never say no to you, Detrand."
"Mmm," he agreed, his tongue moving up my throat, biting me again.
God, I was going to burst into flame.
I shifted my hips, gasping out. "Please let him eat me, Signore. I need it."
"As you wish Adelade."
As soon as Detrand gave his permission, I felt Stefano's tongue across my pussy lips, and the raging heat shot from my thighs all the way up to my stomach and chest, spreading across my whole body.
I heaved with the emotion as Stefano kept my legs spread, lavishing my pussy with his tongue while Detrand played with my clit.
God, I was going to die right here in this carriage before we ever made it to the play, and I could only hope that Detrand would fuck me before I did.
"Adelade," Detrand commanded, "you're not to come until I give you permission, is that understood?"