“Good morning, beautiful,” Finn murmurs sleepily, as he presses a kiss to my naked shoulder. “Why are you so smiley this morning?”
My smile broadens. “I can’t help it. How can this all be real?” I turn my body toward him, pressing my forehead to his so that we’re lying side by side, facing each other. His hands gently caress my face, causing goosebumps to cover my skin.
“What parts do you question?” he replies in a whisper, his breath somehow smelling delicious. Do vampires not get morning breath? I put my hand to my mouth and breathe out and sniff. Huh, not bad. As if the moment finally catches up to me, I look up at Finn’s smiling face and I know that even though my cheeks aren’t heating in embarrassment, it’s very clear in my eyes that I forgot for a second he was there.
Finn chuckles and pulls my hands away from my face as I try to hide my embarrassment. “Do you question the reality of your breath?”
My feigned mortification falters quickly as I begin to laugh at myself. “No.”
“Do you question that you are now a vampire?” he presses, looking at me with unbelievable patience.
“A little, but that’s easier to grasp.” My shoulders lift as I shrug, and Finn goes back to trailing the tips of his fingers against the skin on my face.
“Then what don’t you believe?” His question is sincere, he truly doesn’t know.
“This.” I wave my hand around, indicating the four of us in the bed.
“I’m still not sure what you’re getting at. That you are now with three men? I suppose that isn’t a typical human custom.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“I mean, yeah, that’s a huge thing, but also that all three of you are with me. That you all want me.” My tone comes out squeaky and incredulous, but I can’t help it.
“Oh, Rose. We have always wanted you, we just couldn’t give in to those urges because you were a frail human.” He leans his face forward and gently bites my shoulder, making me shiver at the contact. “You’re not fragile now, though, thank all that is holy.”
“I think I’d still be surprised even without the vampire stuff,” I choke out beneath my breath, trying to hide how much he affects me.
“Don’t you see how delectable you are? How much other men want you? It’s very hard to control yourself when someone you love is so breakable.” His fingers gently play with a strand of my hair as he says the words. I freeze.
“Love?” I ask, my voice breaking slightly at the word.
“Hmmm. I suppose that in human terms, it may be a bit soon.” He looks at me cautiously. “But yes, love. I should allow my brothers to tell you themselves, but yes, we do love you. I believe that it’s been brewing for a while, but lately it has become very clear that you are the one for us.”
My heart beats loudly in my chest as I try my hardest not to scream or start giggling like an idiot. “Love…” I repeat the word, still unbelieving.
“Rosalie, you have to say something other than that. You’re killing me.” Dean’s sleepy voice joins the conversation. I startle slightly, unaware that he was listening in.
“Love?” I question, looking at him now.
“Did you break her, Finn?” Sebastian inquires with a laugh, his lips touching the back of my neck softly as he, too, wakes up to join the conversation. “I think I would have preferred to have told her myself, especially the first time. It’s seems you’ve broken her.” His hushed laughter tickles my neck and I squirm a bit, finding that my back is pressed tightly against him.
“Rosalie,” Dean says sternly, crawling over Finn to get closer to me. Finn grumbles but allows his brother to push him out of the way. Dean’s fingers grab my chin, pulling my gaze to him and him alone. His eyes captivate me, and I stare at him dreamily. “Please say something, Rosalie,” he pleads, his eyes filled with concern.
“You all love me?” I ask quietly, embarrassment lacing my tone. I look at them all in disbelief and they stare back at me with stony determination.
“Yes, we do.” Finn watches me for a second before continuing, “Does that scare you?”
“Yes,” I reply, then quickly blurt out, “No! I mean yes, it does, but also no. It doesn’t.” I pause, seeing them all relax at my answer. “I’ve wanted you all for a very long time. It just doesn’t seem real. All of this.” I wave my hand around at the three of them.
Finn laughs loudly then grabs me in his arms, pulling me closer to him. “Here we go again. This is all real. We love you and you love us. Should I pinch you? Would that make you feel like this is real?” His fingers slowly trail over my shoulder. “Or I could bite you. If you are truly asleep, something like that would be sure to wake you up,” he suggests slyly, dragging his teeth against my shoulder. I shiver in his grasp.
“I would be okay with that.” My voice comes out needy and I do little to hide it.
“Oh, I would be more than happy to join that,” Sebastian growls behind me.
“Settle down, you two. She needs blood. What she got from Randal yesterday is not enough to sustain a newborn vampire. We are going to have to find someone for her to feed on,” Dean interrupts, always the voice of reason.
Just the thought makes my throat burn slightly and I realize how incredibly hungry I am. Not the usual human hunger I’m used to, it’s more like a thirst. Just the thought of Randal’s blood has my mouth watering. “Blood does sound good.” Reluctance laces my tone. I want blood, badly, but I also want them badly. Last night was amazing, I have never came so many times in my life, and I’m more than eager to get more.
“Dean is right,” Finn interjects, his fingers still grazing my shoulders. “We also need to open Vee up tonight, it’s been closed for a couple nights now.”
“You closed Vee?” I gasp, jerking quickly and causing my breasts to jiggle. I cover them, slightly embarrassed. I love my boobs. Love them. They are big and look great in dresses and low-cut shirts. My own issue is when I’m naked, which I am, and they are left to be free. They aren’t perky, like the tits you see in porn. They are large and sometimes fall into my armpits when I’m lying down. Plus, I get kind of self-conscious when they are flailing about. The guys seem to have no problems with them, though, as their eyes zero in on them. Dean shakes himself slightly, then brings his eyes back up to mine.
“Yes, we closed it down while we searched for you. Then, last night when we got you back, well, we weren’t planning to take you immediately, but it seemed that we couldn’t control ourselves,” Dean explains sheepishly.
“Wow. I can’t remember a time you guys have ever closed down the bar. I mean, you are open on Christmas for shit’s sake! You closed it for me?”
“Yup, and we’d do it again.” Sebastian smiles at me, giving me butterflies.
“I gotta get out of this bed before I jump all three of you.” I stretch before moving to the edge of the mattress. “I’m going to take a shower, then we can snatch up a human for me to drink!” I feel silly saying the words and can’t stop the giggle that leaves my lips as I leap off the bed, rushing to the bathroom before I give in to my urges to take each of them again.
Rose
When I get out of the shower, I take in their bathroom. It’s truly a thing of beauty. Plus, the bath is something I will definitely be taking advantage of. I sigh deeply as I stare at myself in the mirror. I look different. My skin is smoother and more pristine, my hair seems healthier, and I have these two fangs. They are slight and a normal human wouldn’t think anything of them, obviously, since I never thought Dean, Finn, and Sebastian were anything but humans. Very sexy humans, but still just humans.
I grab the towel I have wrapped tightly around my head and rub it through my hair, drying it a bit. I look around the room for any of my belongings and see nothing. I hope Finn grabbed my makeup bag. The towel I have wrapped around my body barely covers anything, since it’s too small to encircle completely around me. I crack the door of the bathroom open and lean my head outside.
“Finn? Did you happen to grab my makeup bag?”
I yell out the door, trembling slightly as the cool air blows into the bathroom and my nice, warm steam begins to vacate. No reply. “Finn?” I shout a bit louder, hoping to gain his attention.
Within seconds, he appears around the corner, walking toward the bathroom. “What do you need, my dear?” he says in a very sultry voice. I don’t even think he’s trying to entice me, but he is.
“My makeup bag, Finn. Did you grab it from my apartment?” I ask again, keeping hold of my towel and the door as I continue to lean across the threshold.
“Yes, I put it in there. Didn’t you see it?” His eyes travel across my cleavage, and I glance down to make sure my towel is covering me.
“No, I didn’t see it in here. Are you sure?” I raise my brow at him.
“Here, let me help you.” He shoves me into the room and shuts the door behind him. I grab at my towel, holding it tightly to my chest. He presses his back against the door and stands there, staring at me unashamedly.
“The makeup bag, where is it Finn?” I question, barely repressing a grin.
“It’s in here, I’m sure.” He begins to walk closer to me, slowly. Carefully.
“You said that.” I pause. “Do you happen to know where? I thought we needed to get going.”
“We have a bit of time,” he replies slowly, a devilish grin spreading across his lips.
I laugh softly, my fingers still holding the soft towel against my skin. “Oh, we do, do we?”
“We do.” He’s close enough to touch. His fingers slowly reach out and brush the edge of my towel, just above my breasts. His caress sends electricity across my skin.
“Finn?” I murmur quietly, just as his face draws closer to my own.
“Rose,” he whispers before he touches his lips to mine. I soak in the softness of his lips and breathe in the sweetness of his breath. When I open my mouth against his, he pushes his tongue inside. I moan into the kiss.
“You are an unbelievable kisser,” I break the kiss to tell him, allowing a grin to spread on my lips. I realize then that both of my hands are in his hair and his body is the only thing keeping my towel up.
“I am, aren’t I?” he responds cockily. He grazes his fingers across the bare skin on my shoulders and arms. “I’m an even better kisser—other places.”
I feel myself grow wet at the words, and the fact that my towel is very close to falling down is incredibly apparent. “Oh, you do, do you?” I tease.
“I’ll let you decide that yourself.” He slips his fingers underneath my towel and pulls it down. I feel it puddle at my feet. My breath catches as he grabs my waist and hoists me up to sit on the counter behind me. His hands clutch my thighs tightly, squeezing before he pushes them apart and places his face between them. He grazes his lips along my thighs. Kisses are littered all over my skin, missing the place I want them most. The anticipation causes me to squirm on the counter and he chuckles against my thigh.
“Patience, Rosalie.” His voice, paired with his roguish grin, does nothing to settle my frustration, but I stay quiet, unwilling to let my own frustration slow this process down. I lie back against the mirror and try to relax as he continues to torture me. When I feel his breath on my pussy, I squeeze my lips together to stop myself from moaning loudly. I don’t want to do anything to distract him from what he’s doing. His fingers inch closer and closer to my pussy, and I clench on nothing, wishing I was full.
“Finn,” I moan softly, unable to stop myself. “Finn, please,” I plead, as I open my legs wider.
He answers me, not with his words, but with his tongue, as he presses it against my clit before circling it with the tip. His mouth is hot and wet as he laps at my clit and core. My head thumps lightly against the mirror behind me as I moan in pleasure. He continues to lap at my sensitive bundle of nerves, then presses two fingers against my entrance. He teases my entrance with just the tips of his digits as his mouth attacks my clit. My moans echo in the room and I squeeze the edge of the counter below me to hold myself in place.
“Fuck, that feels amazing. Please don’t stop.” I mewl as I squeeze my legs around his shoulders. His fingers dig into my thighs as he uses his other hand to saw in and out of my pussy, still in shallow thrusts. I feel my body begin to spasm as the pleasure overwhelms me. It feels as if my body melts under his touch, and I feel so on edge that I know I’m making more noise than I mean to. There is no way that Sebastian and Dean don’t hear the sounds I’m making—too bad I’m too overwhelmed with pleasure to care.
Finn alternates between licking and sucking my clit, and it drives me wild. When I feel his sharp teeth graze the small nub, I can’t stop the scream that escapes my lips. I quiver under his mouth and he grabs my thighs with his strong hands to hold me in place. My orgasm doesn’t slow Finn down, however, he continues to ravish my pussy, licking all the cream that leaks out of me. He lingers at my pussy as if his life depends on it, and I feel myself peaking again as another orgasm approaches. His fingers slide deeply inside me and he curves his fingers, hitting the perfect spot. My pussy flutters around his fingers as I explode for the second time. I’m left completely breathless as I come down, only to have Finn bite into my inner thigh, sucking lightly before licking the spot and pulling himself up.
“I don’t know what tastes better, your cream or your blood.” His voice comes out gravelly and his lips are still wet from my cream. I kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his lips. As he draws closer, I can’t help but feel his hardness against my leg. I look down and see his cock straining against his boxers.
“Your turn,” I exclaim with a smile, jumping down from the counter and getting to my knees before he can argue. I let my nails graze against his chest, until I reach the edge of his boxers. I waste no time pulling them down and freeing his cock. I have never considered a cock beautiful before, but shit, these men have beautiful cocks. After what I just experienced with his mouth, I’m eager to return the favor.
“Rose, you don’t have to do this,” Finn insists, his tone unsure.
“I want to, Finn,” I respond, as I clutch the base of his cock and lean forward, breathing lightly on the tip. Pre-come glistens on the tip and I flatten my tongue to swirl around the head and lap it up. The taste is sweet, much sweeter than I’ve ever experienced before, and I find myself wanting more of it. His moans encourage me and I begin to slowly suck him into my mouth. His thickness makes my jaw ache slightly, but I continue to lick and suck at his hardness. I grasp his balls and massage them in my palm as I feel his cock twitch in my mouth. His fingers slide into my hair and he helps me pleasure him, pushing my head back and forth. He tugs at my hair, creating a bite of pain that I love. My knees start to ache from the hardness of the bathroom floor, but I’m too focused on bringing him pleasure to care too much.
“Fuck. Your mouth is so soft, Rose.” Finn moans loudly. I take my tongue and slowly lick around the base, moving up until I reach the head. I slide the tip of my tongue along the underside of the head of his cock. I lick my hand and use it to massage the base as I begin to jack him off in rhythm with my sucking. I push his cock deeper into my mouth until I can’t take anymore of him and I gag softly.
“Rose, shit, Rose. I’m going to come,” he growls, his grasp tight in my hair. “I want you to swallow it, Rose. I want you to swallow it all.”
I start to speed up, pumping him faster and sucking him harder. I take my other hand and gently squeeze his balls just as he begins to come. He bucks his hips, thrusting into my hot, wet mouth. I feel his seed shoot deep into my throat and I swallow without a second thought. Once his orgasm has finished, he withdraws from my mouth, gripping my shoulders tightly as he pulls me into his arms.
“I fucking love you, Rosalie,” Finn rasps, before slamming his mouth against mine and kissing me deeply.
“I love you too, Finn,” I reply sincerely, knowing I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love this man and his brothers.
He doesn’t put me down as he walks toward the door, both of us still naked. �
�Now, let’s go get you some blood.”
Dean
Listening to Finn and Rose’s quickie in the bathroom has me hard as a fucking rock. When we all took her last night, well, it was the best night of my existence. I knew she was my everything before she was truly mine, and now that I’ve had her, I know nothing will ever be the same. We realize that we must tone down our feelings for her, as she still lives by such human notions, but it will be very difficult. Things like this don’t happen to humans, they date and slowly fall in love. They don’t yearn for someone they can’t have for years, then when they finally get her, claim her as theirs for the rest of eternity. Nope, we don’t want to overwhelm her with our intensity.
Sebastian sits next to me on the sofa, groaning loudly. I look over at him to see his face pinched in frustration. I laugh and punch him lightly on the arm. “Don’t worry, brother. We have forever to make her scream like that.”
“I know.” He sighs loudly. “It’s fine, it’s just hard not to go grab her and slam her against the wall and take her again. She makes me feel insatiable. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“That’s because she is ours. We were never meant to feel this way for anyone but her. Now that we’ve found her, we get to spend the rest of our lives with her cream on our lips,” I say, trying to soothe myself as much as I’m trying to soothe him. I do take comfort in the fact that I’m not suffering through this alone, as selfish as that may seem.
“So, who are we going to get her to drink? I don’t particularly want her drinking from Randal every day for the rest of her life,” Sebastian muses, changing the subject back to safer, less arousing topics.
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