by TL Reeve
“Easy there. It’s fine.” He held her close as he maneuvered off the bed. “You needed sleep. We were happy to oblige. Come on, let’s get you a nice warm bath then we’ll discuss what we want to do.” Warren kissed her as he stepped into the bathroom. “My vote is putt putt.”
“Miniature golf?” She tilted her head. “Seriously?”
He shrugged. “What can I say, putting balls in holes is one of my favorite past times.”
Fallon laughed. “Never would have guessed it.”
He grinned as he sat her on the side of the tub. “I know, right? Who’d have thought Incubi enjoyed putting objects into holes. Must be a fetish or something.”
She snorted. “Or something.”
When they arrived at the miniature golf park, Fallon got out of the SUV first and waited for the others. From the time she sat in the warm bath Warren had drawn for her, until they arrived at the park, she’d tried to piece together the little vision or dream or whatever Warren wanted to call it. It’d been real, she was certain of it. More so than anything else, she could feel him inside of her. Each pump of his hips solidified they had sex, together, yet when she opened her eyes, he sat beside her as did Suān ní.
It’d been odd and arousing.
Warren joined her first then Abraham and Grainger. Since Suān ní believed he should stand guard for the night, he traveled in her shadow, constantly on the lookout. She didn’t blame him. After the information they received from her aunt and uncles, they had to be on alert just in case. Which reminded her, in a few days, they’d be bringing Grainger in as an offering, in hopes of gaining employment. The idea of handing a member of her—their team over to the enemy didn’t sit right with her. An irrational fear swept over her. Or maybe it was rational, all things considered.
“I meant to ask earlier,” she said as they stepped into line. “Any word on my brother?”
“None,” Grainger said. “Not surprising though. I doubt we’ll see him until we least expect it.”
“Maybe.” It was Lyle though. Of all of her siblings, her eldest brother had been the most protective. Finding out Lu died, well, if it almost broke her, it would tear Lyle to shreds. “Can he be brought back from being feral?”
“I guess we won’t know until we find him,” Abraham murmured. “There is a chance he’ll turn this into a suicide mission.”
Fallon jerked. Suicide? Her brother wouldn’t be that stupid, would he? No. Lyle for all of his flaws didn’t have a death fetish. He might have gone feral but, it was to be expected. Killing himself didn’t bring Lu back. Killing himself, left Fallon and Ji alone. How could he leave them after everything they’d been through?
“Good going,” Warren muttered, elbowing Abraham. “I don’t think he’ll do it. Kill himself. He’s a good agent in a shit situation.”
“He’s an unknown variable,” Grainger supplied. “We don’t know what he’ll do or won’t do, which means being on guard.”
“He won’t hurt me.” Lyle was her brother. He’d never do anything to any of them. If anything, he might be a little bit overprotective when it came to her and Ji. “He’s my brother.”
“If he’s feral there’s no clue what he’s capable of.” Grainger stepped to the window to pay for their round of golf.
“He’s right.” Warren handed her the pink club while he took the blue and Abraham grabbed the red. “Sibling bonds are amazing, but feral shifters can’t think straight, let alone understand the difference between family members and prey. Right now, we have to play this safe.”
“Come on guys, we’re supposed to be having fun,” Abraham said, handing Fallon a ball to match her club. “We can talk about business later. For now, let’s play a little golf.”
“We should make this a better’s game.” Grainger joined them, a black club and black ball in hand.
Warren stood a little taller. “What did you have in mind?”
“A night with Fallon of course.” The smug grin on Grainger’s face set her on edge. Could they have heard her in whatever realm Warren deposited her in?
“What if Fallon doesn’t agree to it?” She crossed her arms as best she could considering what she’d been holding.
“Then we’ll figure something else out.” Grainger shrugged. “No pressure.”
“Fine,” she said. “What happens if I win?”
“Same deal. One or all of us,” Grainger replied.
“I suppose it’ll work.” She pivoted and started toward the course.
Mistress, I have never played the putt-putt. What shall I do if you lose? The worry in Suān ní’s tone, made her wish she could hug him.
I suppose you’ll do whatever you like. Including having fun with Warren and Abraham. Fallon grinned to herself. The minute she saw Warren and Suān ní’s lips touch, she had a feeling he liked the incubi. What surprised her more, was the fact he’d learned to hide his emotions from her, something she didn’t think was possible.
Mistress, are you sure?
Yes. I am. We’re a pair-bonded. It seems I’m something to these guys at least for a little while, why not have fun? We’re only young once.”
I am not young. The pouty tone to his voice made her laugh.
No, you’re not. But, I am. I’m almost nineteen. I’ve had a shit couple of years, and I could use a break from it all. So, I’m decreeing it. We’re going to have fun with our partners.
Yes, mistress.
Thank you, Suān ní. Now, if we’re done going over the finer details of our plans... She placed her ball on the marker of the first putting green. Help me win this because I have no idea what I’m doing.
I do not either. What shall we do?
A crazy idea formed in her head. I think I’ve got it.
Cheating is forbidden, mistress.
They weren’t cheating per se more like, taking advantage of the fact there were two of them on one team. We’re not cheating. We’re taking advantage of our advantage because there are two of us on one team. “Maybe the best player win.”
By the time they stepped back up to the counter after ten holes of golf, Fallon had won. Who’d have thought I’d win? She laughed to herself as she turned in the club and ball then stepped aside. She figured somewhere along the way, one of the guys had to have figured out what she was doing, but if they did, none of them said anything.
They have not said anything contrary, mistress.
She didn’t think they would. The price for any of them would be the same. A night with her. If she won a night with all of them. There was no loser in all of this when, in reality, they all won. “What should we do next?”
“I’m starving,” Warren said. “How about we grab a bite and head back to the hotel?”
She glanced at her companions and nodded. “Sure. I could eat.”
Warren wrapped his arm around her shoulder and lead her to their waiting SUV. “You should know, we figured it out by the third hole.”
Her eyes went wide and a lump formed in her throat. “You figured out what?”
“Your little secret weapon.” His breath brushed across the shell of her ear and goosebumps formed on her exposed skin.
“My secret weapon?”
They know, mistress. I told you they would figure it out. The frantic edge to Suān ní’s voice added to her nervousness.
“Yes.” Warren fished his keys out of his pocket and hit the key fob opening the vehicle for them. “Begs the question, though.”
“What’s that?” She licked her bottom lip while clenching her hands into fists, hopefully masking the tremble.
Warren stopped at the back of the vehicle, pinning her to the darkened corner of the SUV. Abraham appeared beside him along with Grainger. Their large imposing frames loomed over her while their savage gazes ate her up. Excitement and trepidation twined within her. She didn’t know if they meant to have their way with her in the parking lot, or if they were going to eat her up. Both of which didn’t seem like a bad idea at the moment.
“W
ere you cheating so you could have all of us at one time or did you want to win for bragging rights?”
Fallon swallowed hard. She’d cheated so she could have all of them, or, more importantly, so her and Suān ní could have all of them. Had she read the situation wrong? “I, uh—”
“There is only one correct answer,” Grainger said. “So, tread carefully, Fú zé.”
Mistress, tell them the truth.
She was going to. She’d planned on it the whole time. There was no reason for her to lie now. “I cheated.” She let out a breath. “I wanted all of you. Did I read this situation wrong? Isn’t it what you were expecting me to do?”
Warren and Abraham crowded her. “Indeed. I hoped you would.” Warren dipped his chin. “We’re going to have fun together. But, tell us, did Suān ní assist you?”
The black inky tendrils of his shadow pulled from her fingertips as Suān ní formed beside Warren, pressing into her side. “I did. We struck a bargain.”
“Oh?” Warren’s gaze bore into hers. “What was this bargain?”
“That I may share all of you as Fú zé would share you.”
A low chuckle vibrated from Abraham’s chest. “My what a collection of misfits we have here. I can’t wait to sink my teeth into both of you.”
Grainger cleared his throat. “As much as I would love to devour both Fú zé and the lovely Suān ní by proxy, we should probably take this back to the hotel room. We’re going to be making a scene soon and, with where we are, we don’t need the added attention.”
Warren stepped back first. “Grainger is right. Plus, I promised our kitty cat some food. She’s going to need the energy from it before this night is over.”
Fallon’s heart pounded. Her knees were weak. With the way each of the guys stared at her, she would have gone to her knees and done anything they’d asked her in those scant few seconds. She grabbed the passenger door and opened it then slipped on the seat. Grainger sat shotgun while Suān ní switched places with her, placing her between him and Abraham.
The tension in the vehicle was thick enough to cut with a knife as they drove away from the golf park and for a second, she wondered if maybe she’d made a terrible mistake. Her familiar’s hand landed on her knee and her gaze shot to his. There was a new sense of confidence there now. Something he’d been missing. She tried to relax while drove, but when Abraham’s hand joined Suān ní, she went on high alert. Those two had something planned and what or when it would happen, she didn’t know.
“Do not fret, mistress. You will enjoy what we have planned.”
Yeah, that’s what she was worried about. She’d enjoy it way too much.
Chapter 8
The door to their room opened, and Fallon stepped through first. Their little game of miniature golf had allowed the building sexual tension between all of them burned brighter. She acted like the meeting at her aunt’s house had been no big deal, hiding away the anguish of losing one of her brothers. The she-tiger compartmentalized everything, using caustic language and vandalism as a shield. Abraham realized it the day Kalkin offered her a position on their team. He thought in the year leading up to the mission, she’d finally found a bit of happiness, now he wondered if she ever would.
However, the episode with Grainger and her in the hotel room knocked the idea right out of his head. They were hot for each other. They were also oil and vinegar. They didn't combine but complemented each other better than Abraham expected. It'd been the first time any of them had seen a spark of passion in either Grainger or Fallon. Now, he wanted it to burn.
Lust pounded through Abraham’s veins. He licked his bottom lip, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He had to get his mouth on her. Her tempting scent had driven him mad in the SUV on the way back. She was excited and turned on and if he had to guess, wet to boot. Abraham nuzzled the side of her neck. Her soft whimper added the pulse of arousal surrounding them. Heat blazed within him. He sank into it, loving the sensation spreading through his body from where his fingertips touched her. “I’m going to bite you, right here.” He ran his tongue over her pulse.
“If this is how you treat me every time I beat you guys, I’m all for it.” Fallon tried to turn, but he kept her as she was. “Abraham?”
“Shh...” Abraham's gums throbbed, aching for the moment his fangs would pop through. He welcomed the feeling. Allowed them to slide into place before striking. The spill of her blood on his tongue had his cock thickening to the point of pain. He groaned. The sweet tang of her blood only served to ramp him up even more. He gripped her hips and ground against her, desperate to get inside her. His dick jerked. His balls were tight aching knots.
Fallon trembled in his arms. The soft mewling sounds she made in the back of her throat, went straight to his head. He licked closed the bite mark, not wanting to take too much from her. The scent of her pleasure spiked when she pushed back into him, rubbing across him. His mouth watered. No way in hell they could wait any longer.
Fuck whatever came next.
They had to have her, make her theirs. Abraham eased her into Warren’s arms, and they directed her to the big bed and fell onto it in a heap of tangled limbs. Last night proved one thing for him and the others, life was too short, even though they were supernatural beings. Fallon lost more than any of them and was never allowed to properly grieve. She'd been manipulated and tortured by memories so bleak and abusive, Abraham wondered if she'd ever be able to heal.
In a sorrowful rage, one only Warren could soothe away for Abraham, he’d almost drank too much from Warren, which led to relieving some of the tension building between them. And, when Abraham hadn't been balls deep, reveling in the sounds his lover made as he came, they filled each other's heads with naughty plans of what they'd do with Fallon, stilling the jagged fracture traversing his heart.
Warren tugged Fallon’s shirt off, exposing her tanned skin to Abraham, Grainger, and Suān ní. Her nipples were hard points, pressing against the material of her bra. Goosebumps formed along her skin, and he wanted to trace all of them with his tongue. Warren slid his hand down the front of her pants, ripping a cry of pleasure from her lips.
“What’s Warren doing to you?” Abraham growled.
Her eyes drifted close while she licked her lips. “Fingering me.”
Abraham snared Warren with his gaze. “How does it feel?”
“Fucking amazing. She came so fucking hard when I got my middle finger in her. She’s tight, hot, and slick.” He removed his hand from her pants to show them. Her cream glistened on his finger before he licked it clean and moaned. “She also has the sweetest fucking cream. I could eat her all day.”
Suān ní appeared beside Warren and Fallon. “Sexy as fuck.” The familiar used the shadows surrounding Fallon to caress her skin. The wispy ends touched her in multiple places at once. Her nipples, stomach, then slid farther down. She whimpered, arching to her familiar, while Warren shoved her jeans off. The damp spot on the front of her panties sent a surge of dominance through Abraham. He ripped the offending material from her body and brought them to his nose.
The potent blast of wild tiger and the sugary feminine smell of her lust shot straight to his cock. He passed the tattered remnants to Grainger, who hissed when he brought it to his nose. His eyes had gone completely bloodshot. His lips were pulled back exposing his elongated fangs. The man bordered on bloodlust.
While they teased and tempted their little tiger, Warren yanked his clothes off, and his incubi lover unleashed a blast of hunger, hitting Abraham square in the chest. He grunted. The swelling need growing within him became exceptionally worse. He swore he’d die from lack of blood flow if he didn’t relieve the tension building in his balls. It affected those around them as well. Fallon writhed on the bed. Her pussy was slick with her juices and her chest was stained red with arousal. Grainger and Suān ní were also amped up. A slight tremor worked through them as they stroked their dicks
Nothing had been this heady before. Sure, in the begin
ning when Warren became his blood partner, they'd gone at it like shifters during the full moon. Neither one of them could satiate their need to fuck and rut. This, though, was ten times worse. It was the culmination of what all five of them had been building to. It also had the ability to destroy them.
Don’t think about it now.
Suān ní wrapped Fallon’s hand around his dick. She began to stroke him while riding Warren’s fingers. “Mistress...” He whispered the nickname he’d given her, flexing his hips counter to each pump of her hand. “Don’t stop.” The desperation in his voice had Abraham on the brink of coming in his jeans.
“Fuck, so hot.” Abraham rubbed his crotch, licking his lips.
Suān ní used the tendrils of his shadow to tease Grainger’s cock. The vampire’s head fell back. His eyes were closed as a snarl of arousal curled his lip. Warren used his energy, like an incubi sexual conduit, easing away the inhibitions all of them might have had, however, when it came to Fallon and seeing her pleasure, it wouldn’t take much persuasion to partake in a little hedonistic fun.
“Fallon, have you ever sucked dick with someone else, before?” Abraham palmed Warren’s cock and stroked him.
She shook her head. “With someone...no?”
Abraham smirked. “Then you’re in for a treat, and so is Warren.”
Fallon gasped. The warm tingling sensation swirling in her belly grew more intense as a moan of pleasure fell from her lips. Oh, God. When she won the bet, this wasn’t exactly what she pictured happening. Well, maybe she had, kind of did, but she didn’t think all of them would be participating.
She’d been holding back on all of them since the conversation she’d had with Suān ní. Being with them also gave her the emotional disconnect she needed to keep herself sane. It kept her from tripping and falling into any kind of sticky-type of feelings. It kept her from dealing with the destructive turmoil of ‘what if’ after having all of her memories returned to her. Yet, they lingered. What if something happened, and they were taken away from her? Would it be worse for all of them to leave, or just one or two? Would the rest still love her if they weren’t all in? Love me? Is that what this is? Love?