“Wait…what?” I scrunched my nose in confusion.
“It’s your special day, pet. Adam told us. Have you forgotten?”
Had I forgotten? Why yes, I had. In my defense, life had been rather chaotic lately. What with kidnappings, mass killings, resurrections, and all the rest of the craziness, it was a miracle I remembered my own freaking name half the time.
“Not sure you can blame external events for your poor cognitive function,” Kenji helpfully pointed out. “Even the pig has a higher IQ. And given it’s currently eating a stick, I don’t hold out much hope for you.”
“It’s not my fault I’ve been distracted.”
Zane chuckled. “Then let me distract you some more, pet.”
The dream I’d been having before my alarm so rudely interrupted still hovered in my mind, and I whimpered when Zane dropped to his knees and buried his tongue in my sex.
My nipples tingled as the water got hotter. Soon steam filled the bathroom, along with my moans. It wasn’t until a cold draft swept in that I realized my vampire mate had arrived.
Rasmus licked his lips before shedding his clothes at warp speed and sliding under the spray.
“Oh my goddess, I’ll be late for my swimming lesson,” I gasped, not wanting to disappoint my merman. We’d graduated from me drowning daily to me swimming a few strokes before drowning. Yeah. It was not going well. No wonder the mer queen had disowned me as a daughter-in-law.
“Kai won’t mind,” Zane assured me. “I told him you were coming soon.” From the emphasis on the wordcoming, he wasn’t talking about me walking to the pool.
Rasmus nibbled my neck while caressing my breasts, scraping his sharp nails against my nipples. Between the two of them, it wasn’t long before my legs refused to hold me upright.
Zane teased me to the point of no return, using his tongue to explore every inch of my aching pussy. Each time he felt me quivering and clenching around his fingers, he backed off. Honestly, it was infuriating.
I screamed in frustration, almost on the verge of tears. If this was his idea of a birthday gift, it sucked.
But he just laughed before resuming his torture session.
“Patience,mea amica,” Rasmus whispered before lifting me up, my back against his chest. The thick length of him throbbed as he slid between my ass cheeks, and for a hot moment, I wondered if we were about to try something I’d thought about a lot lately.
“Not yet, my darling,” Rasmus said, having read my thoughts. “But soon.”
“Very soon,” Zane confirmed, giving me one last delicious lick. “I’m looking forward to you being the sweet filling in a vampy-incubus sandwich.” My two mates exchanged smirks, but before I could ask when this event might happen, Zane notched his cock at my entrance and slid inside.
He didn’t seem to mind that Rasmus was within touching distance. Zane gripped my thighs and powered into me while Rasmus sank his fangs into the throbbing vein in my neck.
The pleasure feedback loop between the three of us exploded. I came in a white-hot burst of ecstasy, shattering as Zane growled and pulsed inside me. My vampire groaned in delight as he pulled away,and from the pulsing sensation between my butt cheeks, he’d found his own release.
Thank the goddess the water still ran hot because I sure as shit needed a shower now.
Maverick rushed over when I stumbled into the kitchen on shaky legs, my hair dripping down my back.
“Happy birthday, little mate.” I caught the glare he threw at Zane and Rasmus when he released me, and I guessed he’d sent one or both of them to fetch me for breakfast.
A veritable feast awaited me on the kitchen table. Freshly baked muffins, crispy bacon, pancakes, sliced fruit, and a mug of coffee topped with cream and chocolate sprinkles.
I swooned.
“Wow, that’s some spread!”
Kenji popped into view and swiped a rasher of bacon, ignoring my bear’s unhappy growl.
“The bear’s my favorite,” Kenji told me, chewing his stolen bacon while Fig snuffled around under the table. I swear Fig had doubled in size over the last week. He was now too big to carry around like a cute little accessory. Perhaps he really was a wild hog.
“He’s only your favorite because he cooks,” I pointed out, taking a seat at the table as Maverick filled a plate for me. I’d long since given up trying to be self-sufficient around my bear—he got seriously disgruntled if I didn’t let him treat me like a pampered princess.
“That and he dislikes thepig as much as me.”
