Page 100 of My Undead Love Life

I shifted back enough to give them room, settling behind her and drawing her against my chest. Her skin was warm and damp against mine. Oxi’s hand slid along her thigh, and her breath caught. Luck came closer, too, sitting on the edge of the bed like he wasn’t sure where to put himself.

Spencer opened her eyes and reached for him. “Luck…”

A big smile curved his lips, and he took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Hi, slayer.”

“Hi,” she whispered.

Oxi’s mouth moved down her throat while I held her, one arm across her stomach, my lips near her ear.

“You tell us if anything is too much,” I murmured.

“I will.”

“Promise us.”

“I promise.”

Oxi touched her next, fingers sliding into her pussy, and her head fell back against my shoulder. Luck leaned in and kissed her, tentatively at first, then deeper when she pulled him closer. Watching them with her should have bothered me. It didn’t. If anything, it made the heat in my blood worse.

Oxi’s fingers worked her slowly, drawing soft sounds out of her while Luck kissed her deeply. I kissed the side of her neck, feeling every shudder move through her body.

She came again with all three of us touching her. “Mmf!”

Luck rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard. “That was…yeah.”

“Words,” Oxi said dryly.

“I’m trying.”

Spencer laughed breathlessly. The laugh turned into a gasp when Oxi shifted between her thighs, his hard cock lining up with her soaked pussy.

He looked at me once, not asking permission, but checking if I was cool with this. I nodded. Then, he looked at Spencer. “Still okay?”

“Yes.”

“No condoms,” he reminded her, voice rough.

“I know.” Her eyes flicked between us. “Pull out.”

“They will,” I said.

“I promise.” Oxi watched her face as he pushed into her, inch by inch, until her mouth fell open on a silent cry.

My arm tightened around her, and her breasts bounced from the movement. “You good?” I asked, reaching up and playing with her nipples.

She moaned loudly. “More than good!”

Oxi dropped his forehead to hers. “Fuck, snowfire.”

The bed creaked beneath us, the old frame protesting every shift of weight. Spencer clutched my arm with one hand and Luck’s with the other as Oxi found a rhythm, slow at first, then harder when she begged him for more. Luck watched with a heated gaze, and I took turns squeezing her breasts and gently pinching her nipples.

She came with an earth-shattering cry, body shaking between us.

“Why does this turn me on so much?” Luck asked, breathless.

“Because we’ve been falling for her since we met her,” Oxi moaned the answer.

The sounds were obscene in the quiet loft. Messy, hot, and desperate.