Page 84 of Mage Massacres

Their banter continued, despite me trying to block it out.

“Huh.” Novak huffed thoughtfully.

Briggs groaned, bumping his head on the wall. “Were you coming in to watch or join? You’re ruining the mood.”

“I was coming to my room to shower and change clothes, but now I just want to watch,” he sarcastically responded. “Maybe I’ll join when you two are done attacking each other like rabid animals.”

“Then shut up,” my wolf growled.

I hummed around him, teasing and agreeing. My vampire leaned on the adjacent wall, observing from the side.

“How do you—” Novak began before Briggs cut him off.

“Watch her. Stop staring at me.”

“I am. It’s hard not to look at your dick when it’s in her mouth. I’m just... slightly terrified. I mean, I’m suddenly way happier that she can’t die than I’ve ever been.”

From my periphery, I saw his hand slash the air in front of his chest, and I huffed.

“Novak,” Briggs complained. “Get the fuck out.”

“No. Go to someone else's room.”

I snaked my fingers between my legs, circling my clit. The room grew silent as rough hands grasped my hair, causing my scalp to prickle. The predatory gaze that fell upon me was a physical touch, but much more calculating in comparison.

Both turned me on, had me dripping with need.

“I changed my mind. I’m going to join,” my vampire announced quietly. “In a minute...”

Briggs snatched me off the floor, his hands under my arms as he tossed me onto the bed. Impatience and aggravation warred within him, and I was all too willing to be the recipient of his frustrations.

I bounced on the mattress before flipping over, my hands fisted in the blanket, ready to lunge at them both.

“That thing has a body count, doesn’t it?” Novak murmured, shedding his shirt. “It’s probably killed more people than you have.”

My wolf glared, flexing in his irritation. The contraction of his muscles made his dick bob, and my vampire smirked.

“Does it have a name? Should I call it sir or something? What are the ground rules?”

Novak’s rapid-fire questions made me giggle. I rocked back on my heels, clearing my throat.

“Shut. Up. Or. Go. Away,” Briggs growled, and my vampire pretended to tremble.

I propped myself up with the pillows, sliding my left hand over my chest, down my stomach, toying with my pussy as I rasped, “Would you like me to step outside so you can finish your argument?”

“Fuck,” Briggs rumbled, his gaze locked on my motions.

“No.” Novak popped open the button of his jeans. “Come here, Trouble.”

I shook my head, and my wolf tugged me to the edge of the bed by my ankle. The grip of his hand was just shy of painful, directly linking to my core, causing my clit to throb under my fingers.

“You’re going to give us control, right, Barbie? Do you want to use or be used?”

His low tone was a stimulant all on its own. Heat spread across my skin as he grinned, removing my hand to swipe his tongue between my fingers.

“We can’t let you do all the work, Trouble,” Novak teased, looking down at me with a smirk on his face.

Briggs dropped to his knees, biting my inner thigh as he touched my pussy too delicately. “You’re soaked.”