by M F Adele
My vampire edged his fingers around my dripping entrance, and my entire body clenched. Stone eased his hand away from my mouth long enough for me to take a gasping breath before cutting my supply off once more.
Every sensation intensified with my need to breathe, the smallest brushes of touch making me moan behind my demon’s hand. I was so close to coming, a single step away from falling over the edge.
Novak dipped his fingers inside me, pulling away to position my demon’s dick between my legs. His hand rubbed the length of Stone’s shaft, fingertips caressing the bottom of my buttcheeks.
Stone gave me two full seconds of breath, and I gasped through it as Novak directed my demon through my slick folds. Back and forth, he stroked Stone from my clit and his mouth to my entrance.
He applied the perfect amount of pressure to make me beg him for more.
More from him.
More from Stone.
I was back in that state of wanting the most.
I groaned my frustrations mentally, feeling Novak’s chuckle vibrate against my clit. I tried to look down at him, but Stone’s grip prevented any movement. I knew their eyes would be glittering gold and pitch black, and I wanted to see them.
My demon didn’t let me go. He loosened his hands so that I could heave in a quick breath, and then they were right back to their bruising grasp. Between his hands, Novak’s mouth, and them rubbing Stone’s cock against me, I was teetering on the edge of a blissful orgasm.
Stone thrust, pushing just the head of his dick inside me as Novak’s fangs pierced my thigh. The mixture of vampire toxins and friction had me spiraling so hard and fast that I thought I would blackout.
Novak lapped at my thigh, then returned to my clit, and Stone pushed the slightest bit further with every pump of his hips. I wanted to scream, but every sound I made was muffled and took the remainder of my breath away.
My demon’s hand moved off of my mouth, and I sucked in a rush of oxygen, greedily gasping as I fought with the aftershocks of my release. My legs shook. Only Stone’s arms held me up. Without him, I’d have been a puddle at their feet.
The grin on Novak’s face was infuriating. But I’d asked for it, hadn’t I?
As I gathered my brains off the floor, I stumbled the few short feet to the large sectional couch in the theater room.
We weren’t done.
My legs needed to get on board with the rest of my body.
Novak sat on the edge, crooking his finger at me without saying a word. His expression was lusty, desire-filled, as he stalked my steps. The rows of steel on the underside of his cock winked at me in the overhead lighting, taunting me with their mesmerizing feel.
My knees hit the velvet cushions, and I slowly lowered myself down his shaft, reveling in the ribbed sensation.
I lazily turned my head to the right, catching Stone’s eyes as embers flickered in their black depths. Those midnight pools bore into my soul, seeing straight through me.
My demon roughly grabbed my jaw, kissing me senseless before biting me. His sharp teeth barely broke the skin, but I moaned as I licked the drops of blood from my bottom lip.
I pivoted my hips, repositioning my legs so that I could get better leverage atop my vampire. I needed to pace myself, but Novak thrust up as he reached for Stone’s cock. And I thought fuck it, let this be fast and hard.
I wanted to watch as much as I wanted to participate.
I lifted myself, rolling my hips as I pushed back down, each bump of his Jacob’s ladder driving me crazy. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his mouth. His lush lips wrapped around Stone’s length had me groaning at the sight.
Stone’s hand was twisted in Novak’s hair, his eyes closed, mouth parted. I leaned in, running my tongue along the base of his dick, meeting my vampire’s mouth in the middle of my demon’s shaft.
I rode Novak at a leisurely pace, only switching my motions when I felt the pressure growing in my core. My inner walls clenched around my vampire’s cock, causing him to moan.
“Fuck. Fuck,” I repeated, desperately trying to slow my impending orgasm.
I felt Novak swelling inside me and sped up my pace, my thighs burning and shaking as I shouted profanities. My demon growled out his release right after me. I pressed forward, kissing Novak as he groaned, chasing Stone’s taste on his tongue.
I rested my head against his forehead for a beat before taking my demon’s hand to climb out of my vampire’s lap.
“So…” I began.
“Don't,” Novak stated, smirking at me.
“I’m glad that you needed more than three minutes.”
He threw his head against the back of the couch, chuckling quietly.
Stone padded over to Novak’s laptop, clicking the mouse a few times.
“What did you label that as?” my vampire inquired, turning his head to see over the back of the couch.
“Today’s date and take one.”
“I hear the guys moving around,” I mumbled, standing to stretch.
I called the bare minimum of clothing to me, letting it land on the ottoman.
“Can you call me a hoodie?” Novak asked.
“Your whole body is covered in tattoos. If you put a sock on your dick, everyone would assume that you're fully clothed.” My demon shook his head.
“But my nipples are hard. I’m chilly.”
Stone rolled his lapis eyes. “Your nipples have been hard since you got them pierced.”
“Please, Trouble,” Novak cajoled. “May I have a hoodie?”
“I don't know where yours are, but…”
I called an oversized jacket from my own closet to my hand, tossing it to him. When he held it up, he quirked a brow at me.
“Funny. Did you have this made?”
“I haven’t had anything made recently. Why? What does it say?”
He pulled the hoodie over his head, adjusting the shoulders as he turned for me to read it. I smiled, calling my phone to my hand to snap a picture of the I heart the grim reaper sweatshirt.
“Who are you sending that to?”
“Grim. He had it made. Or he told Jack about what I said last week and Jack made it. I bet he asked Franklin to put it in my closet, though.”
Footsteps sounded on the stairs above us, and I tossed my tights over the back of the couch as I tugged my t-shirt on.
“Barbie,” Briggs yelled. “Are you guys down there?”
He was usually a little grumpy, but his mood was off this morning. I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what was different, though. Maybe talking about his past brought up more than I thought?
“I know they’re down there,” York told him. “We can track her. You know that mark on your foot? That’s a tracker.”
They both rounded the corner, stopping at the doorway as Novak went to his laptop. Stone tipped his head at them, dropping onto the couch as he threw my tights at me.
“Why does it smell like sex in here?” Briggs asked, his forehead wrinkling as he took in our half-dressed states.
“I have no idea,” Novak commented as Stone said, “Because we had sex in here.”
York raised a brow, his island eyes alight with humor. “So which is it?”
I cleared my throat. “We have no idea, but it could be because we had sex in here earlier.”
“What movie did you want to watch?” Stone questioned, switching the subject.
Novak scoffed at him, and I pointed to the shelf beside the door. “One of those.”
The three of them moved to the far wall, searching through the titles as Briggs leaned closer to the laptop, his eyebrows bouncing as he browsed the list Novak had pulled up.
“What is Sixty-eight Take One? It’s not labeled like the rest of your work stuff.”
Stone snorted. “That’s part of his private collection.”
“Oh.” I bounced on my toes. “Briggs. Briggs, where are the balloons?”
“Maybe,” Novak muttered, putting a movie back on the shelf.
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p; I tilted my head, a confused grin gracing my lips. “You, uhm, you didn’t hear what I asked, did you, Novak? Or were you talking to yourself?”
“Huh? No. Were you talking to me?” He touched his hand to his chest.
“No. She was asking me for her fucking balloons.” Briggs rolled his Cyprus green eyes. “Why do you want them now?”
“No reason,” I drawled, plopping back onto the sofa. “Where are they?”
“On your desk. The markers are there too. I know that’s the next question.”
I nodded enthusiastically, calling both items to my hand.
“I feel like you’re taunting me with the random shit you got at the store,” Briggs grumbled.
I called the bacon socks to my hand, grinning as I started pulling them onto my feet.
“I’m not.”
He eyed me as I curled up beside Stone, handing my demon the pack of permanent markers.
I hadn’t planned on taunting him, but I did love poking at him. There were so many ways to get a rise out of my wolf, and I’d enjoyed every single one I had found so far. But I needed him to relax, to come back from wherever his mind had gone.
As York and Novak bickered over action versus horror movies, I blew up balloons. I tied the ends, passing them to Stone for him to draw on.
“Caricatures?” he questioned mentally.
I gave him an imperceptible nod.
When he passed me the first one, I struggled to not laugh. A cartoon version of Briggs stared back at me, his large eyes narrowed, hair unruly. I swatted the purple balloon across the room, quickly covering my face with a half-filled orange balloon.
“Cute,” he grouched. “This is a very adorable picture of me.”
I blew up the whole pack of balloons, gathering them at our feet as Stone drew everyone on them. Novak leaned over the back of the couch, twisting his head so Briggs wouldn’t see him laughing. York sat beside my wolf, striking up a conversation with him about the day’s itinerary.
I watched Briggs from under my lashes, pretending to play on my phone as I sat, surrounded by a rainbow of balloons. As soon as I was positive that he wasn’t paying attention, I tossed another one his way.
He popped it.
Stone tossed two more at my wolf.
“Is this what you do while we’re sleeping? Look for ways to aggravate me?”
“No,” Stone assured him. “We do that on Tuesdays.”
I coughed, trying to hide my snort, and Briggs narrowed his eyes at me as he popped the new balloons. I glanced around me, rising to his silent challenge as I whispered, “I have twenty-six more.”
“I have claws all day, every day, Barbie. I’ll flatten the whole bag.”
He put so much effort into not smiling that his cheek twitched. I giggled as I sent another sailing across the room. He burst it before it touched anything, one wolf’s claw extended on his index finger.
I arched a brow at him, biting my lips together.
He shook his head in warning. “Don’t do it.”
I flipped my hand over, palm up, and raised it, pulling the balloons to attention. He sat up, still shaking his head as he let the amusement slip over his expression.
I shoved them all at him, cackling as he lunged for me only to be thwarted by a latex rainbow.
He growled as he popped them, two and three at a time, and just as he made a clear path to get to me I hopped through the Void, straight into the kitchen. I started a pot of coffee as I waited for him to follow. Then I counted to ten and then stepped back into the frigid winds once more.
I landed in the living room in a fit of giggles after watching him search for me.
Vaughn was putting his shoes on, getting ready to leave. He glanced up, eyeing me suspiciously, and I lifted my index finger to my lips, asking him for silence.
His brow furrowed, but he nodded, grinning to himself when he heard Briggs cursing from the kitchen.
“Godsdamnit. Where did she go?”
I bolted through the rooms on the ground floor of our house, stopping abruptly when I realized that my fae wasn’t the only one getting ready.
“Got a hot date?” I questioned my mage, loving the way his eyes glazed at my sarcasm.
“I do later. Grab yer shoes, Love. We’re going to stop by the apartment and then we’re going downtown to get some lunch.”
“You know Franklin got everything out of your apartment except for the furniture, right? He may have left some pictures on the walls, but other than that, it’s all here.”
He smirked, reaching for my arm to pull me against him. “Vaughn wants to check the mail, and Briggs will want to throw out the food before it goes bad.”
“Fine. I’ll find some shoes,” I begrudgingly agreed. “I need to get a new pair of boots while we’re in town, anyway.”
I backed away from him, heading to my room as I called over my shoulder, “I’d like my winnings after lunch also.”
I could hear the grin in his voice as he said, “Whatever you want, Love.”
26
Sloane
Monday, June 8th
Morning
I’d laid my eyes on the outside of their apartment building so many times in the last two years that it was blowing my mind.
They’d been right. There.
Two sidewalks and three lanes of traffic had separated us at least three days a week.
The door to the vintage brick building chimed as Vaughn opened the right side, ushering me in with his hand on the small of my back.
The woman at the reception desk ogled my mates, not that I could blame her. Her eyes trailed over each one, pausing to take York in before her gaze zeroed in on the hand at my back.
“Mr. Winter? You and your friends have quite a bit of mail. We haven’t seen you in weeks.”
“He’s been busy,” Stone drawled. “He’s still busy.”
When I paid closer attention to her features, I began to wonder if she was a human. I didn’t like prying into anyone’s mind, but if I dropped my own walls... that wasn’t exactly breaking my moral code.
Her thoughts were loud, so fucking loud I didn’t understand how Novak wasn’t hearing them. I listened for a moment, wanting to snort at her fascination with the roommates situation. She had no idea that they weren’t human.
But her thoughts grew hungry, and I didn’t like that.
“I don’t think they’re interested, Wanda,” I whispered, leaning over the top of the high desk.
“But I am. Who does your nails? Can I see them?”
“There are too many cameras in this building,” Briggs hissed at me. “You can’t have her fucking fingers. Don’t ask.”
Novak snorted.
The woman furrowed her brows, clearing her throat as she held her hand out for me to see. “My name isn’t Wanda. It’s Lori.”
To get a rise out of my wolf, I pulled Lori’s fingers closer to my face. “Your hands are beautiful. What kind of lotion do you use? I have some fingers in my collection at home that are in desperate need of—”
I squealed as Briggs scooped me up, tossing me over his shoulder. He stomped all the way past the elevators as I cackled. I propped my elbows on his back to hold my head up, watching the receptionist register what I’d said. All the color faded from her face as I waved my fingers at her.
He slammed the door to the stairwell open and began climbing before the rest of my mates had entered.
“What did you say to her?” my mage asked, the door closing loudly behind him.
“You heard me. Isn’t that why I’m being manhandling right now?”
Novak smirked at me. “We told her that we’d just sprung our girlfriend from the psychiatric ward, and we only had a couple of minutes to stop by and grab some clothes before we ran away.”
Briggs stopped, twisting his upper body to look down the stairs. “You did not say that.”
“I tried to get him to tell her that we were in danger. The safeword is asparagus. Send help.” I caught a glimpse of
York’s right shoulder lift in a shrug.
Palmer chuckled. “What did ye really say?”
“I hope it was something good,” Briggs mused, turning back as he continued his climb. “I am not explaining to that woman why our escapee girlfriend has a collection of fingers.”
“Novak did tell her that,” Vaughn admitted, grinning as he sorted through their mail, his icy eyes glancing up at me as they danced with amusement.
He shuffled some envelopes around, sounding distracted as he read and climbing on autopilot. “So I told her that you were all drunk too.”
“Oh. Good idea,” York murmured.
My wolf heaved in a breath. “I know you’re joking. The cops will be here in ten minutes if you guys are being serious.”
“Is that a guesstimation or a for-sure timeline?” I questioned. “Because if you know that for a fact, then we should speed this up. I won’t go back to the ward, Briggs. They won’t let me keep the fingers.”
He growled at me. “You can’t say shit like that to humans.”
“And I didn’t,” I sassed. “She isn’t a human; she’s a dhampir. And she wanted to know if Vaughn tasted sweet.”
“Do I taste sweet? Is that why you and Novak kept asking me what I tasted like?”
Novak and I smiled ruefully, and my fae shook his head. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
As we exited the stairwell, I wondered aloud, “Did you guys really not sense that she wasn’t a human? She thought we were all humans too. I don’t remember seeing her the first time I was here.”
“She’s only here because the lower levels are businesses. You came over the weekend, so she wouldn’t have been here,” Stone explained.
Briggs paused in the middle of the hallway, sliding me down his chest until my feet touched the ground.
“Franklin was here last week?” he questioned.
“Yeah.”
“Does he know that he left the door to our apartment open?”
“He didn’t use the door. He came through the Void.”
Stone and Novak crept forward, disappearing into the open doorway. I stalked after them, Briggs bitching at my back about being careful while York snickered at him.