A Vampire's Wicked Hunger: An Edgy Paranormal Urban Fantasy Romance featuring Sexy Vampires, Werewolves, Wicked Witches and Shapeshifters (Love on the Edge Book 4)

by Chloe Adler

“It's so late. Is everything okay?” Sadie said when she answered, sleep in her voice.

  “I need you and Ryder to fill my holes.”

  Sadie giggled. One of the many great things about your best friend being a sex witch was that she was up for it pretty much any time, even while she slept. “Hold on, let me check with my prince.” Their voices were muffled before she came back on. “He says yes, but he also wants you to know that if it were a weeknight, he wouldn't allow me to play.”

  “Understood. I'm on my way.”

  Their decorative fairy lights were blazing when I arrived a few minutes later. It was nice that the entire town of Distant Edge was not too big, unlike our neighbor, San Diego.

  Sadie's cottage featured a wide front porch with modern patio furniture. The façade had been newly painted a pale blue. Again. By the ocean, paint peeled. Her front yard was also freshly landscaped, a la Sadie herself. No grass, because of the usual lack of water in Southern California, but gorgeous slate tiles led through a pebbled garden of succulents. Impressive. Both charming and professional. Several funky Asian brooms, handmade from grass, formed a sculptured centerpiece around her signage. Way to represent the witches as well as her new biz. I was happy to see she'd kept the two sycamores with the hammock in the side yard.

  I let myself in with my key and locked it behind me.

  “I'm here,” I called out. No reason to startle. Her living-room lights were subdued, casting the walls in soft yellows. I looked around for Iphi, but she was nowhere to be seen.

  “We're waiting for you in the bedroom,” she called back.

  I made my way there and knocked on their closed bedroom door.

  “No need to knock,” Sadie called out and I opened it to a lovely sight.

  Sadie was already tied up, naked on their bed, and Ryder, also naked and kneeling beside her, was running a flogger gently across her reddening skin. I quickly closed the door behind me.

  “Where's Iphi?” I asked, not wanting the innocent girl to hear us.

  “Oh, she's probably outside.” Sadie peered at me through heavy lids and licked her lips.

  “What? She's here?”

  “Yeah, but if you didn't see her in the house, she's probably hiding in the kitchen or in the backyard. She knows the drill by now.”

  “Doesn't it make you uncomfortable to make her uncomfortable?”

  “She said she didn't mind,” said Sadie. “Now get your delicious ass over here.”

  I snapped to attention. “You are not the one who gives orders,” I hissed, but my tone did nothing to wipe the smile off her face.

  I missed this. I missed what we used to have. I missed the time before Ryder, even though I loved him now too. But it had been different back then, when it had been just the three of us—Jared, Sadie and me.

  I sauntered over slowly, letting my eyes graze over Ryder's dark body. His skin shone in the dim lights like polished walnut. Utterly delicious.

  “May I?” I asked him, approaching.

  “Please,” he murmured.

  I walked behind him and ran my hands over his solid pecs, around his full biceps—where I paused to squeeze—and ever so slowly down his taut stomach until I fisted his hard cock. He groaned, leaning his head back against my chest.

  Sadie's eyes glittered, watching. “I love it when you handle my man like that,” she moaned.

  “Shut up, Sadie, or I'll gag you.”

  She eyed me, knowing I always made good on my word.

  “Suck him,” she said.

  Wow, she rarely defied me. I stood up, went over to her closet and removed a cotton scarf. Returning to the bed, I gently lifted her head and gagged my best friend, tying the knot snugly in the back. Then I pulled her hair hard, from the nape, the way she loved it. She strained and groaned through the gag. Reaching my hand between her legs, I dipped my fingers into her shaved pussy to feel the moisture gathered there, wetting her clit with her own juices and then diving inside her pussy. When she bucked into my hand, I stopped and bought my fingers to my mouth to taste.

  “Delicious.”

  I moved back to Ryder, grabbing his cock again and teasing it with my hand. I leaned down and spat on it, getting it wet enough for my hand to slide. Tightening my grip, I squeezed upward, moving my fingers over the sensitive head before returning to the base. With my other hand I played with his balls, grabbing and tickling, then pulling. He groaned, fucking my fist while Sadie watched, writhing next to us on the bed.

  I climbed onto the bed and faced him, sucking on his lips and jacking him hard. He yielded to me, his tongue exploring, one hand cupping my nape. His other hand worked its way under my skirts from behind and reached my wet cleft. They both knew what I liked but sometimes they teased. He pushed his fingers in and out, circling my clit, and then gently, using my own wetness, he pushed the tip of a finger into my ass. I clenched around him and his other hand dropped from my neck to lift the front of my skirts.

  “I want to fuck you,” he growled. “I want to fuck you and I want Sadie to watch.”

  “Not happening,” I purred. “Play with my tits. Now.” A surge of pleasure shot through me, reminiscent of the very first time all three of us had come together. When the power differential had been skewed in my favor. I was the one who had found Ryder for my bestie and brought him home to use. He'd been the third wheel, before things had shifted. Before they'd fallen in love.

  Immediately he complied with my request. They all did.

  We moved over a little so Sadie could watch, her neck straining toward us, garbled moans escaping around the gag.

  He pulled first one breast out of my bodice dress and then the other, and they spilled over the front as he dropped his head to suck. He took a nipple in his mouth and teased it with his tongue and teeth. Biting hard and then soft until it peaked, reaching for him. As he broke off to lick them, his eyes were locked on his woman's eyes. They loved watching each other. Compersion. Passionate polys. I craved what they had.

  Ryder kept fingering my ass and expertly playing with my tits as my appetite grew. His cock was rock-hard in my hand and I tightened my grip even more as he pumped into it. He was close.

  “Don't come yet,” I growled. His hips froze midthrust, though he didn't look up from his task.

  Letting go of him, I reached for the wet wipes on their bedside table and held one out to him. He stopped the tit play, removed his finger and wiped it off obligingly.

  “Your turn to watch. You can pump yourself but you're not allowed to come. Understood?”

  He nodded, reaching for his cock.

  I gently climbed on top of Sadie and pulled the gag down. Her red hair was splayed over the white pillow in a halo of lust. Immediately she lifted her head, her mouth open and reaching for mine. I climbed up her body and dropped one of my tits into her mouth. She suckled deeply, pulling hard on my nipple.

  I reached down between her legs and played lightly, strumming the very tips of my fingers over her outer lips. Her thighs went taut. When she tried to speak I pushed my breast into her face, shutting her up. Ryder was watching silently, still holding his glistening cock.

  “Get the clips and some candles,” I ordered him.

  He jumped up, moving quickly to the black wooden chest at the foot of their bed. It opened with a creak and Sadie stiffened, her eyes going wide.

  “That's right, my little nymphette,” I cooed evilly. “And keep sucking.”

  Ryder returned with a set of nipple clips that had a chain running between them. Two steel clamps, a white candle and a lighter. I pulled my breast out of Sadie's mouth with a pop and ran my hands lightly along her arms, following them up to where Ryder had fixed them tightly to their metal headboard. I jutted my chin toward her body, and Ryder jumped up to clamp each of her nipples between the black rubber tips and then tighten each screw carefully. Sadie was being a good girl and keeping her mouth shut but we both knew the pressure she liked, and if she was bad, he would tighten them just a bit too much.

>   While he was busy at her breasts, I moved between her legs, which were spread open nicely, also bound at the ankles. I massaged up her inner thighs, squeezing and kneading, to take her mind off her lovely rack. When I reached her lips I tugged and pulled on them first with my finger and then with my teeth, rolling and pulling each one. She groaned loudly. I attached two metal clamps and tugged. Her head thrashed from side to side. Holding the clamps with one hand, I caught Ryder's eye and nodded. We both tugged while I fastened my mouth to her clit. She rolled, bucked and finally began screaming.

  Pressing my face into her, I licked, sucked and pulled until she was on the verge of orgasm, her warm bud swelling in my mouth, and then I stopped. Ryder and I smiled at each other as he dropped the clips and bent over to kiss her.

  While they made out he moved his body to the side, exposing her nakedness to me. I picked up the discarded flogger and started whipping. The gurgling sounds coming from their kisses told me all I needed to know. Avoiding her stomach, I flogged her breasts and thighs. As a Dominatrix, I was fully adept with most implements of bondage and submission. A snap of my wrist and she moaned. Another and she twisted her body. Many minutes later I surveyed my handiwork. She was lovely and flushed, sporting a lot of tender skin and some minor welts.

  Time for the hot wax. Lighting the candle, I held it an inch above her body, letting it drip onto her heated skin.

  “Ouch, what the fuck?” she screamed into Ryder's mouth because he wasn't letting her go.

  “Is that any way to speak to the woman with the wax?” Some perverse part of me was enjoying her discomfort, more than I usually did as a Domme. Few of my play partners were pain sluts, nor did I often feel the need to dish it out. Sadist light. But here, with Sadie, part of me wanted to push her limits, take her somewhere I knew she and Ryder hadn't explored yet. Hear her screams. Lick her tears. Make her suffer for having a relationship I could only dream of. For abandoning me.

  So here I was, hurting my bestie on purpose in some sick passive-aggressive expression of alienation.

  As soon as the thought formed, I stopped and blew out the candle. Jesus, what was I doing?

  “Let's fuck,” I said to Ryder and he immediately stopped kissing her. I helped myself to a double-sided dildo in their trunk, some lube and a condom. She was wet enough, dripping even, so I pushed the dildo into her wet hole and her pussy swallowed it. I handed a condom and some lube to Ryder and then climbed on top of her again, straddling her, holding her gaze. Guiding the other side of the dildo inside of me, I raised my ass and motioned for Ryder to climb behind me, over her legs. I didn't want him in my pussy but he could ravage my ass. God knows I could use something to pound some sense into me, and Sadie could enjoy the compersion of her fiancé wetting his dick. He poured the lube onto my crevice, fingering it in. Reaching back, I led his rock-hard member to the entrance of my ass, easing him in while I played with my clit over the dildo.

  Though Sadie and I had slept together for years, the three of us . . . not so much anymore. Sadie had assured me we would continue our regular trysts with Ryder, but he seemed to prefer including strangers. Even more so if those strangers were just passing through. I couldn't blame him. Sadie's thirst for sex was unquenchable, though he'd known that when he'd fallen for her.

  They never spoke of their arrangement with me but it wasn't difficult to figure out what made him the most comfortable. And I was not it.

  Pushing those thoughts away for the time being, I focused on the way she used to look at me. With lust and complete abandon. Those sultry green eyes so clearly focused on mine. Running my hands over her soft skin, I lost myself in her again, in them and the rapture of our melding bodies.

  “Now,” I moaned when I was ready and Ryder pushed all the way in, rocking with me as I rocked down on Sadie.

  “Oh fuck yes,” she wailed, pushing herself into me, thrusting with us.

  Ryder exploded first, pumping hard against me and crying out. I ground my hips up and down, fucking Sadie with the other side of the dildo and grinding against her clit. As she bucked and cried out I knew she was close, and I leaned down to bite her tender neck.

  “Yes, oh yes,” she screamed as I sank my fangs into her and slammed her over the edge. Her blood tasted like honeysuckle and I lost myself, drinking her down. I didn't need to drink, I'd had one of my donors recently, but Sadie tasted so damn good. And the hormones my bite released would send her flying.

  Her peak lasted minutes as her entire body shook beneath me and I could hold back no longer. Raising my body up, I rode her orgasm into my own as it ripped through my body like a tornado, rushing headlong, devouring everything in its path.

  Waking up in bed sandwiched between the two of them was my idea of an almost perfect Sunday morning. If only Jared were there too.

  Sadie rolled over and threw her arm around me, pulling me close. “What a wonderful distraction,” she purred in my ear. “Coffee?”

  “Yes, please,” Ryder said from the other side of her. And to think I used to be the center of a Sadie sandwich. Suspiro.

  Sadie got up, gloriously naked. Her curly red hair flowed over her shoulders and down her pale back, stopping right above the porcelain orbs of her pert buttocks. I was happy she'd been letting her hair grow.

  “So what happened last night?” Ryder asked once she'd left the room.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, feigning innocence.

  “Come on, Burg, we both know that you can and do take sexual conquests home from the V on a regular basis. I don't think you've ever called us at two a.m. for a booty call.”

  “This new girl . . . and guy,” I shook my head and rolled onto my back, “they got me all hot.”

  “And bothered, apparently,” Ryder teased. “So why didn't you bring them home or take 'em at the club? Is the girl straight?”

  “No idea. They're new to the Edge and I couldn't get a read on them.”

  “That doesn't seem like you. Why didn't you just ask?”

  “The girl's going to be dancing there and I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable in case it's just my own desire and not hers. She's really shy.”

  “Who's really shy?” Sadie carried a tray with three cups. She handed Ryder and me coffee and took her own cup of tea off the tray before setting it on the nightstand.

  “Burgundy met some new potentials last night.”

  Sadie lay down next to me on the bed. “Oh, do tell.”

  I blew on my coffee, cupping it between my hands. “Nothing to tell. Yet.”

  “Well,” Sadie snuggled into me, “when there is, I'd better be the first to know.”

  “The second.” I kissed the top of her head.

  We spent another hour in bed but I was the third wheel, watching while they fooled around. I liked spending time with them but I didn't want to encroach on their space. They were kind to put up with me since I was . . . Well, number one, I was Sadie's oldest lover. Number two, I was funding her business. And number three, I was her best friend. But their cocoon was impenetrable, and they always made it clear that everyone in their bed was nothing more than a guest star. Otro suspiro.

  “Thanks, unicorn,” said Sadie in a giggle when I left, letting me know exactly where I stood in their relationship, yet oblivious to my angst.

  As I was driving home, my phone buzzed and I threw on my headset to answer. “Hola, mi padre, como estas?”

  “I'm returning your call, baby girl.” My dad's gravelly voice sounded like he'd been smoking a cigar.

  “There's an opportunity here for work.”

  “You mean my baby girl's finally going to go legit?”

  “Not for me, Pop, for you.” I told him about the position the Council was gunning for. “It'd be perfect for you.”

  “That sounds great but Margery is finishing up a big case here.”

  “Can you come without her and then when she's done she can join you?” There was silence on the other end of the phone. “Papa?”

  “It's not a bad
idea. I'll run it by her. She can't stand to be without me though.”

  “Can't fault her for that.” I smiled. “What's her case anyway?”

  “The divorce of a very famous television actress. She often handles celebrity divorces.”

  I'd forgotten she was a divorce attorney. Would a celebrity-courting barracuda support his underdog fights? “Hey, can I give Benedict your number and he can call you directly?”

  “Sure, sure. I have to go now, Deenie needs me.”

  “Te amo, Papa.” But he'd already hung up.

  Grumbling to myself, I reached for my Bluetooth when my phone vibrated again. I was going to ignore it, but Tiyah's name flashed on the screen.

  “Hi!” I answered.

  “Is now a good time?” she asked.

  “Wouldn't have answered if it wasn't.”

  “Can you meet?”

  “Sure, where?”

  “I feel funny asking this but can I come to your house? I really need a sympathetic ear and don't want to talk in public.”

  I wanted to fist-pump the air, but I refrained. “Of course,” I replied calmly. “Give me thirty minutes though, I'm heading home now.” I gave her my address.

  I spent most of the allotted time changing into one of my tighter-fitting lace dresses, with my cleavage on prominent display. Thankfully, my roommates were all out when the doorbell rang.

  “Wow,” Tiyah said when I opened the front door.

  I wasn't sure if she was referring to me or Rex. The mammoth creature sat like a statue at my side.

  “You look amazing.” Her eyes roamed over me and I smiled.

  “As do you.” She was fitted entirely in black leather. I almost lost my shit right there at the threshold. She wore a short skirt and bustier so tight they looked painted on. I half expected to see tendrils of smoke rising from her. Her hair was now free of its earlier plaits and hanging down far past her shoulders, straight and black. “Please, come in.” I motioned her into the living room, gesturing to the couch.

  “What a gorgeous house.” Her head swiveled, taking it in.

  “Thank you. Tea?”