by J. L. Ostle
Zeke’s fingers stroke along the mark Slate gave me, then his mouth moves to the top of my chest, and he bites down, not breaking the skin, and starts sucking, leaving his mark on me too. My arms reach behind me, slipping around Slate’s neck.
I then feel another mouth on the other side of my neck, and I see a shirtless Rush, and he starts sucking, marking me. Then I feel the bed dip; Caspian moves onto the other side and sucks the top of my breast.
I have all four of them on me. Slate kisses me again, with the others sucking on me. My legs are quivering. Feeling their hands touching me, gliding all over my body. I want to scream at them all to take me.
I am grinding against thin air when I hear the door open, and we all stop, looking to see who it is. I look in dismay when I spot Sean standing there, his eyes wide in horror. I am sure this doesn’t look good. I look at all the guys and all their eyes are black; that doesn’t help either.
Sean looks at my neck, at my naked body before he leaves, but I see the anger in his eyes before he leaves. The pleasurable feeling I was experiencing has now gone; I am sure it’s gone for the guys too as they start moving.
“I am going to grab a shower and clean up,” I say, a little embarrassed. I run to the bathroom, closing the door, leaning against it.
I know what we did wasn’t wrong.
It’s up to me who I share my bed with.
But if I saw a group of vampires in the same position with a girl, I would think the worst, especially when it looks like they are all feeding off her.
I will tell him that it’s my choice. That I am with them.
I am in no harm.
Deciding on a bath, I fill the tub with hot water and loads of bubbles. I want a good soak. As I wait for it to fill, I look in the mirror and gasp when I see all the hickeys. How am I supposed to cover them up?
I open the bathroom door, looking out. When I don’t see anyone around, I go grab my phone that Slate must have placed on the nightstand last night, and run back into the bathroom. I message Emz if she is free to talk. I know this may seem childish, but I need to tell her what happened. She is my best friend, and we tell each other everything.
I keep looking at my reflection, touching the marks. I won’t be able to wear a dress and tank for a while. It felt so good at the time, but I know hickeys take weeks before they disappear. Everyone is going to see them.
My phone starts to ring, and I see Emz’s name pop on the screen. I hit answer.
“Holy shit balls, you fucked them all didn’t you? Fuck, have they claimed you?
“I don’t even know how you can be claimed, do you?” I know if a vampire claims you, no other vampire can try to be near them. But I don’t know exactly how.
“No idea. I just thought they would just say you are claimed, we now own you, or maybe it’s a hickey? How the fuck did you get them all? You fucked them all?” she asks question after question
“Emz, take a breath,” I laugh. “I haven’t been with them all.”
“Oh, that’s…”
“I haven’t had sex with Zeke yet, but I gave him a blowjob.” I have to pull my phone away as she screams.
“Oh my god, you had a vampire cock in your mouth; did it taste okay? Do they come?”
I burst out laughing. “It tastes like a cock. Yes, they do come. I tasted Caspian’s cock too but didn’t give him a blowjob though. I can say they taste very nice.” We giggle. “Holy shit though Emz, what a fucking turn on. They are all good in so many different ways. They are loving and caring, but trust me, they know how to fuck you. Earlier, I had Slate going down on me, then Zeke came in, and I went down on him while Slate was fucking me, then they all started sucking on me. It felt so fucking good; I wanted them all to take me,” I tell her in a dreamy state.
“That sounds so fucking hot. How would it work if you did sleep with them all, what is it called when five people have sex at the same time? A fivesome?”
“A moresome.” We chuckle.
“So why didn’t you have your gang bang? Why are you on the phone with me, even though I love that you are filling me in.”
“This roadie walked in and basically saw me naked in the middle of a group of vampires sucking on me,” I sigh.
“Bet that was awkward. If it wasn’t for that asshole, you would have had your moresome; I hate him already,” she jokes. “So, you are all fuck buddies?”
“Well, ummm…” I stutter.
“Spill it, girl,” she orders.
“They are kind of my boyfriends.”
She screams again. “Holy fuck, you are dating four vampire rock stars? I wish I were you. If you ever want to add a girl to the mix, call me.” She teases.
“That would be weird; you are my best friend.”
“We have kissed on nights out before.”
“Yeah, that’s different.”
“You just don’t want to share; you are being so selfish.” I turn off the bath tap and sit on the sink counter.
“This is only until the tour is over; it’s not a permanent thing. It’s just us fulfilling our fantasies and being there for one another.”
“I have a bad feeling about this. What if you fall in love with them?” I bite my lip, looking in the mirror for a moment before sighing.
“I probably will fall for them, but I know it wouldn’t work; they are immortal, and I’m not. I can’t make them watch me get old and die. It’s for the best, Emz.”
“I get it; I just don’t want your heart to break.”
“It won’t break. It only breaks if I let it. I know they would never hurt me; at least I can say I had four amazing men in my life before I die.” I feel my eyes prickle with tears. I don’t even know why I’m getting upset. “I am going to take a bath; I will call you soon.”
“Okay honey, love you.”
“Love you too.” I hang up, wiping away my tears. I climb into the boiling hot bath and sigh once I’m settled.
I lie there with my eyes closed, letting the hot water soothe me. I wash my hair and body. When I get out, I wrap a huge white fluffy towel around me. I once again look into the mirror, and the marks are gone as if the water washed them away. I quickly get dressesd then walk out heading to the living area.
Slate has a few newspapers around him, reading them over, Zeke has a laptop on his knee, and Rush and Caspian are looking at their phones. I walk in closer, and I notice pictures of me on the laptop.
“Is that me?” I ask, shocked.
“Yeah, we are just seeing what they are saying,” Zeke answers. He scrolls down, and I see a video of me dancing with the guys last night at the club to “Lambada.” Watching it, watching us, it looks amazing.
The video looks like it’s professional. I was a little drunk, and yet I was still able to look good. I read a few of the comments and people are asking who I am. A few are asking which guy I am with.
I walk over to Slate and pick up a newspaper; there are pictures of me of that first night, with Rush being so close to me then me entering the club holding Slate’s hand. Then there are pictures of me holding Zeke’s and Caspian’s hand as we got off the bus yesterday.
The major question people want to know is who I am with.
Won’t they be in shock if they ever find out?
“Everyone seems to love you, petal,” Rush says, still looking at his phone. “They are all trying to see who she is.”
“And who I’m sleeping with,” I groan laying down on the couch.
“Now that would make an interesting story.” Rush winks at me before blowing me a kiss. I shake my head at him.
I am just looking at the ceiling when Slate’s phone starts ringing, and he groans, standing and answering it.
Slate
“What the fuck?” Finn shouts down the line.
“I hired her to make sure people don’t get hurt and you are what? Fucking her?” How does he know about us sleeping with her? “Sean called me; he seemed concerned for Ivory.” He answers my unasked question.
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nbsp; “Things just happened; she consented to it. It’s not like we forced her. We are together,” I tell him.
“What? You and she are a thing?” He goes quiet for a moment.
“Well, we are all a thing, me and the rest of the guys.” I look at her, and she is sitting up with a worried look.
“Fuck, Slate; you are supposed to be the responsible one. She is human. Have you seen the papers? They all want to know who she is, what she means to you all. This could put her in harm’s way, your enemies using her to get to you.”
“She can’t get hurt remember?”
“By supernatural beings. If a human stabs her, shoots her, slits her throat, you name it, she can die. You know there are people out there that would kill anyone and anything for the right price.” I look at her, images of those things happening to her makes me feel sick.
“We aren’t letting her go.” She jumps back in surprise. “Until the tour is over,” I quickly add.
“Why until the tour is over?”
Because that’s when she will leave. “It’s what we agreed on. It’s less than two months, then things go back to the way they were.”
“Right, okay fine, but you need to keep her safe. That girl doesn’t deserve to get hurt because you all thought with your dicks,” he warns me. “Wait, I have another caller, hold on.” He puts me on hold.
“He angry?” Caspian asks me.
“Yup, but he’s accepted it,” I tell him.
“I swear I’m going to kick your asses,” Finn complains when he gets back on line. “The studio wants this girl to do a music video with you. They want the fans to guess which one of you she is with. Sales are up, and it’s all over social media.”
“You want her to act in our next music video?” Ivory goes pale. “Finn, that’s months away.”
“Not anymore. They want you to get back on the bus now; you are doing the video in the next town. Tell Ivory that it’s in her contract; they made sure there was a loophole, the bastards. Tell her I’m sorry.” He hangs up.
“I can’t be in a music video,” Ivory says, standing up. “I’m not that good. You need a professional.” She starts playing with the hem of her top.
“Apparently, when you signed the contract, you agreed to do what was best for the band, so you have to. It will be real easy, and we will be there holding your hand every second.
“I can’t believe this is happening. I have only been here for a few days, now I’m all over the papers. Oh crap, what if my mom and dad have read it?” She falls back on the couch, her towel opening. I look at her smooth pale skin, and my mind goes straight to wanting to taste her again.
She closes it. “Sorry,” she mumbles shyly. “Well, you tell your studio then that I want to be paid separately for doing this as our arrangement was for me using my gift, not my acting skills.” She stands up and leaves the room.
“Fuck man, she is going to be in our video? I wonder what they have up their sleeve.” Zeke comes over to me.
Yeah, me too.
Chapter Fifteen
Ivory
I’m dressed in yoga pants and a tank in the foyer of the hotel, waiting to get back on the bus. My arms are around my middle when Sean walks past. He looks at me like I disgust him. That warm, kind face has morphed into anger.
He can’t have liked me so much that he’s hurt; I have only had a few encounters with him.
Caspian comes over and takes my hand. “Let’s go.” He guides me to the entrance, and when we walk out, no one is around; I guess people thought we are staying longer.
We jump onto the bus, and I head to the room in the far back, falling on the bed, face first. I feel exhausted. I sit up and grab my phone and see Emz has messaged me links of pictures of me entering the hotel.
I never wanted to be in the spotlight; I just wanted to do my job.
I am reading what people are saying about me, and I cringe when I read comments about people thinking I’m doing it for attention; that they wouldn’t be surprised if I was working my way through the band.
It sounds bad when they put it like that.
Well, fuck them.
I lay on my back, my arms spread out, looking at the ceiling. I feel the bus start to move. I still have seven and a half weeks to go, then my life goes back to normal.
I can’t imagine going back to my normal routine after spending a few days with the guys. I know I will be comparing any future men to them.
In my own head, I jump when there is a knock on the door. Zeke pokes his head in, giving me a warm smile. He closes the door behind him and lies down next to me, looking at the ceiling.
“When we get a chance, I need to take you somewhere excluded, where it’s pitch black so you can see the stars,” he starts to say. “I love looking up at the sky at night, seeing millions of white little dots scattered around; it’s so beautiful. You will love it.” I don’t say anything. “I know this is all getting too much for you. If it ever gets to the point you want it to stop, just say the word. Don’t feel like you have to go through it alone or that you are trapped here,” he sighs.
I know he doesn’t want me to go, but he is putting me first. “I know what I signed up for when it comes to the fans and media. I guess I didn’t imagine what it would really be like. Some people hate me.” I look at him. He turns, meeting my gaze.
“They don’t hate you; they think they have less of a chance of being with any of us. If anyone got to know you, they would see all the things we do.” He cups my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin.
“I still can’t believe that any of you would want me,” I whisper.
“Believe it, because we do. You own us, if our hearts beat, you would own them too,” he says so softly before leaning in and kissing me. It’s slow and soft, as if he’s treating me like I’m fragile.
I deepen the kiss, moving closer to him. Both of us are on our sides, my leg wrapping around him, his erection pressing into my core. I start grinding against him, feeling his fingers dig into me, pulling me closer.
He moves me so I am lying on my back, and he kneels between my legs, his fingers reaching for the top of my yoga pants. Slowly, he starts to pull them down along with my underwear.
Once off, he lowers his head, his mouth reaching for my aching pussy. He hums in appreciation. His tongue slides to my wet folds, licking so slowly. Then he moves back, and I watch as he pulls down his jeans, showing his perfect cock.
I rise up, kneeling, helping him take off his shirt, and he helps me with mine. Then his mouth is back on mine. I can taste myself over his lips. His hands slip in my hair before gently laying me back down, him hovering over me, his dick at my entrance before he thrusts inside. I groan.
He thrusts slowly inside me, teasing me. I dig my fingers into his ass, wanting him to go faster, but he doesn’t. He moves us both so he is kneeling and my ass is lifted, when he thrusts inside me at this angle it makes me scream.
I feel so much fuller like this. He stays at his slow pace, his dick hitting the right spot. I am fisting the sheets, begging for more, begging for him to stop, telling him to keep going. I am contradicting myself with each thing I say.
That ache is starting to build higher and higher, and just like a switch, he starts to speed up, ramming into me until my orgasm hits me. I yell, calling out his name. He continues for a few more minutes, until he groans his release, and his hands press on either side of my head, his dark eyes looking into my eyes.
“We really have to do that again.” He shakes his head before rolling to my side, falling on his back. “That felt so good, no words can describe it.” He palms his forehead.
“We have over seven weeks to do it again…” I pause. “And again.” He turns to me and starts tickling me, making me squirm and laugh.
“Seven weeks of nonstop fuckery, I love it. It’s like all my birthdays and Christmases have come at once.” He smiles at me.
Zeke
I am never going to forget sleeping with Ivory Bennett. She smelled and
tasted so good, but my dick was screaming to be inside her, to feel her pussy wrapped around me. Entering her, feeling how tight she was, I was ready to explode.
I had to go slow, I had to tease her, and it was more for me than her. If I went any faster, I wouldn’t have lasted. When I entered her at that angle, her pussy clamped onto my dick like a vise.
The noises she was making made my dick harder.
But it was her eyes after that had me spellbound. How she was looking at me is a look I want to see, again and again. Sshe looked at me like I wasn’t a vampire but a human, making me want things that I know I can’t have.
We lay there naked for a long time, her telling me stories about her childhood, about high school. I listened to every word she said, registering her voice, how she smiles to my memory, so in five hundred years, even a thousand years, I will be able to look back on this moment.
I let her get showered in peace and went back to the living area. The guys are sprawled out on the couch, and when they look at me, they all give me a warm smile. We all have had her, and I know none of us wants it to end.
“Better late than never,” Rush jokes.
“Fuck you, it was worth the wait. But fuck, I want her again, just so we can talk after, and I can watch her tell me whatever is on her mind. Just hearing how excited she gets about things, it makes her look so cute,” I sigh, sitting next to Slate.
“She is one of a kind,” Caspian says, looking down the hall where Ivory is.
“That she is,” Slate says, leaning back more. “That she is.”
Ivory
A limo picks us up from the tour bus and takes us to a huge warehouse that has a closed set sign at the entrance. After getting past security, we drive in. I feel my nerves getting the better of me.
I feel like I’m dreaming all this.
I am going to be in a music video.