An Attack

[Tabitha’s POV]

What was I doing? How the hell did I let myself get sandwiched between these two men, one of whom I should hate with my whole being? This had to have something to do with the vampires marks on me, it had to be. That’s right, that was it. Since they marked me, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from wanting to be touched, tortured, and taken by whoever touched me. It was their venom that made me so horny and sensitive.

You wish. A small voice in the back of my head giggles.

Ignoring it, I find myself deciding this had to be the reason. I let myself become lost in the feel of Atticus and Anthony moving in me until I’m crashing into orgasm.

“Fuck!” I moan, leaning my head against Atticus’ shoulder so that his mouth could find mine once more, muffling the moans that were escaping me as I continued to get fucked hard and fast until both men were cumming deep in me.

Panting, we remained in place as it became increasingly clear that neither man wanted to move first.

Rolling my ey