Page 27 of From Russia With Blood

“If you’re feeling poorly, I can take you to the nurse's station. I have a concentrated dose of non-drowsy motion sickness medicine that I can give you. I’d also recommend a supplement booster to keep you feeling your best. Often, with party ships, people don’t take care of themselves and go home feeling like dirt. We want to mitigate all the negatives so you're able to enjoy Oceantides Cruise Line to its fullest.”

The smile on her face never wavers as she gives me her spiel, and again that small tingle of unease drips down my spine to settle in my gut. The problem is, I can’t tell if it’s the feeling of impending doom or nausea that will make me hurl first. “Let me just grab Lizz-”

“Ms. Walters is already at the station getting her infusion. Mr. Markus insisted I check on her as well.”

The tight band around my heart eases slightly. “Give me a second to get dressed and go to the bathroom then.”

“As you wish, Ma’am.”

First things first, bathroom. Hobbling into the room, I pause at the sink, horrified at my appearance. I’ve never been tan a day in my life, but even this is pale for me. No wonder the lady looked alarmed. I’d freak out too. Easing my way over to the toilet, I let my fingers explore myself a little more thoroughly. Still nothing.

With a sigh, I let myself pee, waiting for a sting that never comes. Every bit of it was in my head. I shouldn’t care, yet disappointment once again blooms as I wipe myself and wash my hands. Perhaps I should just full-on brat to Master Jackson and see if that gets him to let go. I don’t usually advocate topping from the bottom, but horny times call for desperate measures.

Looking around the room, I force my brain onto the task at hand and not sexy, nighttime visitors. It’s easier said than done. Every rasp of clothing against my skin feels like a hollow version of my body sliding against the sheets as both Jackson and dream Luka had their way with me. Shaking my head, I throw on a simple shirt and pants, grabbing a set of kitty ears for good measure. At least with these on, they can’t say I’m not in costume.

I pull the door open again, my lips thinning as I follow the woman on unsteady feet. At least the man Lizzy’s playing with seems to care how she’s doing. That’s at least a point in her favor. My head throbs as we start the trek down the hallway. Hopefully, this infusion is just what I need. No sense paying all this money to basically sleep the whole way.

Where is Jackson anyway? Is he sleeping things off? If he was so concerned about me, why isn’t he here taking me to the nurse's station instead of some random woman? Luka’s face pops into my brain. Something tells me he wouldn’t leave anything to chance. If anything, he’d be carrying me downstairs and glaring at anyone who looked at me wrong.

But that’s just silly. I’m basing all these assumptions on a dream version of him - not reality. He could be the sleaziest scumbag for all I know. For that matter, I don’t even really know Jackson. I’d like to get to know him better, but I also don’t want to set either of us up for a goodbye that’s more difficult than it needs to be.

The elevators take us down to the bottom of the ship, and my stomach pitches again. Unbidden, thoughts of descending into hell flood my mind, sending shivers wracking my body. The nurse, unaware of the overactive imagination sending me into a panic spiral, merely tuts at me like a mother hen fussing over a chick. No doubt she thinks it’s just me feeling ill from the trip. If only.

The bright lights in the room threaten to blind me, and I blink against the harshness, barely making out Lizzy stretched out on a gurney. A slight smile tugs at her lips as she lies there, an IV pumping a mysterious liquid into her. Once my eyes adjust, I see the smatterings of light bruises along her throat, and my stomach flips in concern.

“You okay?” She cracks an eye open and grins at me.

“Much better now, and certainly better than you. You look like death.”

“I could say the same.”

Smirking, she settles back in, a contented sigh easing past her lips. “Whatever this stuff is, they need to sell it by the bagful. I hate needles, but hell, if I feel this good, I’ll just walk around with an IV port in my hand for the rest of my life.”

The nurse bustles past us, lips pursed in what I assume is annoyance. What did she expect? We’re best friends. It’s not like we’re going to be quiet. She motions for me to lay on a nearby gurney, and I comply. It’s funny how you have no fight left when you feel like you’re about to collapse.

I close my eyes to not look at the needle, forcing my brain elsewhere. “Wanna talk about it?”

“What’s there to talk about,” Lizzy snorts. “Best sex ever. And you? Sounded like you were enjoying yourself.”

Embarrassment heats up my face, burning my ears. “Yes. Best sex ever.” But is it? What would Jackson be like not holding back at all? Again, Luka comes to my mind, but this time, both of them loom over me, holding me in their unmoving grips. Repressing a shudder, I force my brain away from that erotic interplay. There’s no way both of them would want to tag team me. It would be like a dream come true.

The moment the liquid enters my system, every nerve stands on end. It’s as if I can feel it working on me, rejuvenating me from the inside out. I’ve seen ads for places that offer this sort of treatment, but I never tried it. I always thought they were fake and preying on others’ need for health and wellness. If I knew just how great they were, I would have dedicated at least a portion of my paycheck to it.

The pain drifts from my body, leaving a languid peace in its wake. I can barely even remember having discomfort at all. It’s as if all of it, every trace since birth, evaporates from me like steam from hot asphalt after a summer rain. My mind drifts with it, and for once, the almost imperceptible rock of the ship is soothing instead of grating.

Time doesn’t exist in this bubble. Instead, I’m caught in this weird moment between waking and sleeping where dreams manifest and feel very real. Luka stands before me, erection jutting out proudly from his hips. Funny, it’s Luka I keep thinking about and not Jackson. Firm hands slide up the back of my shoulders to skim up the column of my neck. Breathing deep, my lungs fill with Jackson’s scent, and I sigh.

My brain is finally giving me a glimpse of both of them together instead of making me constantly choose. Groaning, I lean back, resting my head against Jackson’s warm, firm body, letting him wrap his arms around me, infusing me with his warmth. In contrast, Luka slides his frigid hands up my thighs as he spreads them apart.

I keep thinking Jackson is going to stop him, but he doesn’t. Instead, he holds me firm, not letting me move as Luka violates me with his tongue. Pleasure surges through my body as I grind my pelvis into Luka’s mouth, silently begging him to lick me harder. With a wicked grin, Luka pulls back and drags his hand across his mouth to wipe my juices from his chin.

Bending low, he drags his fingers through my wet folds, coating his digits in my arousal before standing back up and offering them to Jackson for a taste. I groan as Jackson leans forward and licks the glistening fingers before sucking them deep into his mouth. All three of us moan in unison before Luka goes back to pleasuring me.

At first, I wasn’t sure if I liked the idea of all three of us playing together, but now, there’s no way I’ll be able to get that visual out of my mind. It’s a good thing this trip is only two weeks long. Pretty sure I’d die from the countless orgasms if it were longer than that. Luka presses in harder with his tongue as two long fingers invade me, stretching me out around the thickness.

It’s not as good as feeling him fuck me in my dream last night, but it’s close enough that I come after just a few pumps. I writhe as his fingers keep pumping in and out, dragging the orgasm on for eternity. Jackson’s hands slide down to grip my breasts in a hard grip, setting off another shockwave of pleasure.

Soft laughter cuts into the scene, and I look around for the source. Who could be watching us? And why the hell would they be laughing? Fog clears from my brain as I pull out of my daydream. Blinking, Lizzy’s face fills my vision, her wide grin stretching from ear to ear. The giggle is back and coming from her.