Ignoring my pleas, Zane pressed his nose between my thighs and inhaled deeply.
“You smell delicious, pet.” Then he pushed his tongue inside me and groaned. “Fuck, you taste delicious too.”
The door opened behind us, and before I could blink, my vampire appeared at the side of the bed. Red eyes gleamed down at me, and he licked his lips.
“Room for one more?” he purred. I half expected Zane to tell him to fuck off, but to my surprise, he just smirked.
“Best be quick, before grumpy bear loses his shit.”
“You have about three minutes,” Kenji said, popping into my head. “I’m sure that won’t be a problem for your mates.”
Zane must have caught that last bit. “Cheeky little bastard! But if three minutes is all we have, let’s make it work, Count Suckula!”
Before I could protest that maybe this was a bad idea because an angry Maverick was likely to break things, most notably Zane, Rasmus had whipped his clothes off and pulled me astride him.
I groaned at how amazing he felt inside me. It had been too long since I’d let my vampire pleasure me. “Much too long,” he agreed, grazing his fangs across my neck in anticipation of drinking my blood. “I crave you, my sweet. Like the finest wine from my family’s vineyards.”
Zane moved alongside us and cupped my chin. “Open wide, pet,” he instructed before pressing his thick length between my lips.
Hands caressed my breasts, squeezing and pinching, pushing me closer to a climax. The minute Rasmus sank his fangs into me, I fell over the edge with a scream. Vampire venom never failed to magnify my orgasm, and this time was no exception.
Rasmus and Zane soon followed me, proving Kenji’s prediction one hundred percent accurate. I couldn’t decide whether to be amused or impressed.
“Mates that last barely three minutes are hardly impressive,” my familiar sniffed derisively.
The bedroom door crashed against the stone wall as my bear stormed in.
“Raven needs rest and food, not you imbeciles pawing her!”
Zane stretched out on the bed and sighed happily. “You’re just jealous, grumpy bear. Chill the fuck out. Our mate is now happy and sated.”
Rasmus licked his lips. Heated eyes devoured me, and I shivered. Kenji was right. Three minutes were not enough. I needed way more naked time with my mates. All of them.
“Where’s Alaric?” I asked, belatedly remembering my other grumpy mate. I was kind of surprised he’d not muscled his way into my bed; all my other mates had suffered severe abandonment issues after sealing the bond, and I doubted Alaric would be the exception.
Maverick, Zane, and Rasmus exchanged wary looks. My skin prickled. Were they having a conversation without me?
“What?” I tried to reach Alaric via the bond but got nothing in return. He was there, but also not there.Had the asshole fucking blocked me?!
“He vanished while we were searching the laboratory.”
“Do you know where he went?”I asked Kenji.
“No. Although I’m sensing a pattern here. First Kai, and now the storm mage…”
Oh my goddess, Kenji’s delivery could use some work, but he made a good point. Maybe I was the problem?
“Perhaps Tiberius kidnapped him?” I scrambled across the bed in a panic. “He could be in danger!” The last time Alaric acted weird, his father had used dark magic on him.
“He left a note.” Maverick reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled yellow square. He handed it to me and then stepped back.
I had a serious case of déjà vu as I smoothed out the small sheet of paper.
Raven, it’s not safe to be around you while Dad is alive. Don’t try searching for me. I’ll return when my father is dead. Yours, Alaric.
My stupid, self-sacrificing storm mage. Why were males so dumb?
Zane huffed. “How rude. I am far from dumb!”
