Two Beasts Read online Dark Angel, Alexis Angel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
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I’m very wet and tight around his cock as it pushes its way in and out.

Nathan stands from his chair, his beautiful feet touching down on the cobblestones of the balcony as he strides into the Royal Chambers. He places his hand on my face, running his knuckles down to my chin.

“She’s beautiful,” Nathan says, watching my facial expressions as I start to glow from another orgasm that courses through my core.

When Vincent finishes, delivering another powerful thrust before coming, he leaves me on the bed and lets Nathan take over.

I want to ask him about how he’s been sleeping, about the nightmares, but I also get that this isn’t the appropriate time. He places his arms under my knees and spreads me wide apart and looks up at my pussy. My nipples are very erect, my tits juggling as he gets me in a nice position. He flicks his tongue along my sore pussy where Vincent has just hammered me into having two big orgasms, but Nathan seems to think there’s more to be given, and he’s going to get those orgasms to come with his tongue. He also uses his thumb, which is nice and thick, and slides up inside of me. It seems to trigger all the right spots so my body bows off the mattress and contorts in pleasure.

“Still, Isadora,” he demands. But it’s hard when he absolutely knows how to touch me, and my pussy seems to be in some constant orgasmic state so that anything that contacts it sends me spiraling like an uncurled ribbon.

I move about until Vincent sets on the bed and silently, gently offers his help to Nathan. I think Vincent, because he’s a total sweetheart, just wants to help me when it comes to my pleasure. His strong hands knead my breasts as he trails kisses along my collarbone.

Nathan moves his finger around my clit in a circle, sliding it between my lip and the clit and then to the other side. The way he does this is so erotic and patient and focused.

“Oh…” I can’t breathe with his sensual invasion. I feel like he’s trying to figure out every spot of me and how it works.

“Oh…god…”

I feel the orgasm in my stomach, and it somehow doesn’t become the sharp intense one I was expecting, but I still come. Nathan has the nerve to show me the little white cum on his fingertip as he takes from me, before he puts his finger in his mouth and licks it clean.

The orgasm has shut me down, the multitude of releases the princes have gifted me tonight alone leaving me exhausted and weak. Nathan anchors himself above me, motioning for Vincent to move. Vincent walks out to the balcony allowing us privacy. Nathan lines himself up and fucks me good and solid, my legs aching and sore by the time he collapses on top of my chest. We lie there for quite some time, my fingers in his hair, and Nathan’s breathing shallows as he drifts to sleep.

It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I watch him for a few more seconds, lost in a peaceful sleep, before walking out to the balcony. I think Vincent wishes to talk. I don’t know what time it is, but judging by how much time we’ve already spent together and how solid black it is around the castle, except for the lampposts burning in the garden, I’d say two maybe three in the morning.

“I have this…” He looks off into the garden, but he doesn’t have that faraway look in his eyes that Nathan has a lot. Vincent is right here, right now.

“I have this tendency to think about the future instead of wallowing over the past; do you know why, Isadora?”

I shake my head. My pussy is still deliciously sore from what they both did to me. I’m in some blissful state of euphoria, but I am listening. I sip the wine, which just adds to my awesome relaxed state.

“Because it’s a waste of time. What we have is the future—the past doesn’t exist, Isadora. You should just turn it off.”

I know what he means. Nathan. Nathan does seem hung up on the past.

“Well, yes,” I reply thoughtfully. I never want to step on Vincent’s feelings. “But maybe…something in the past has changed someone, and until they face it, they’re not free.”

I worry Nathan may be awake and listening, but I turn to look at him and see his eyes are still closed. That doesn’t mean he’s asleep, though; he might just be pretending.

“You’re only free, Isadora, when you let go of the past,” Vincent stresses.

“Yeah but…” I stop. I don’t want to argue. Does Vincent? What’s got his goat? I don’t think Vincent’s had anything but a sweet life, sweet as a bakery open all night. Nathan is haunted by something, and he still has nightmares. Obviously, his past is trying to interfere with his future, and I want to help him.


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