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Sawyer leans down, smiling at me and touching my cheek. Knox holds me up completely, allowing me to just hang in his arms. I reach out finally and grab onto Sawyer, pulling him to me, so he kneels beside me. I’m tall enough that he could fuck my face if he wanted to, and I lick the tip of his cock to silently tell him as much.
“Are you sure?” Sawyer asks. “You don’t have to.”
“I want you to finish too.” I lick my tongue over his tip again, getting him to position himself just right to where he can rock his hips into my mouth, doing the work while I concentrate on just giving him the right amount of pressure.
“She is the most incredible, caring woman in the world, isn’t she?” Monroe says, moving his finger quicker over my clit, my whole body clenching again with another orgasm.
Sawyer grips my hair as he grunts, my voice and tongue enough to get him off. He cums in my mouth next, and I slow down and swallow, tilting my head to smile at him at the same time Monroe finishes with a groan and a few more thrusts.
Hugging me from behind, Monroe flips me over as he flops on the floor, holding me on top of him. We smile at each other, and he kisses me, not even caring that I was just sucking Knox and Sawyer off. None of them care.
I feel so incredibly adored and appreciated. Being able to choose to be with all of them like this without strings or consequences or being manipulated into it...I need this. I want this always.
“I could get used to banging our girl with you,” Monroe says, caressing his fingers to my shoulders. “Look at her face. She’s so incredibly happy right now. I never want to see her stop smiling.”
I grin wider. “And I’m going to have to get used to you talking about me to them.”
The three of them chuckle, and Knox laces his fingers through mine and swings our arms back-and-forth.
“We can’t help ourselves. It’s surreal. We knew we were close, but this is closer than we could’ve ever imagined. And funny enough, I enjoy it. I love having them to talk to about you. I love being able to ensure you’re perfect because if I’m incapable of doing something, I know they can pick up my slack.” Knox play-punches Sawyer in the shoulder. “But don’t forget who saw her first.”
“You never let us,” Monroe quips, sitting up with me on his lap. “If you want to be sp—”
Knox covers Monroe’s mouth, shutting him up. But not to stop him from arguing.
A holler rips through the air, and someone laughs, the feminine voice echoing from the hallway outside of the dressing room. Knox rushes to the door and blocks it, ensuring no one can enter as I quickly clean up with Monroe in the small bathroom. I put on my costume and let Sawyer help me with my wig.
“Hey there, handsome,” a sultry voice says, jerking my attention to a woman in the hallway.
“Careful, Killer. He’s not a performer.” Cooper’s voice sounds over the laughter. “He’s also not available, so unless you want to piss off our new headliner, then you’d better back off.”
A hiss startles me, setting off my fear instincts. “Fuck off, Coop. I’m not afraid of some little donor. I don’t give a fuck what Lawrence said. Obviously, she’s not that tough if she has a bodyguard.”
Knox growls under his breath, stepping away from the door. “I would be careful what you say. Hayley is mine. You should be scared. I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you need to mind your own business.”
Something crashes from the hallway, and I hear Cooper groan. I don’t have a chance to prepare myself as someone flies into the room in a blur, knocking Knox onto his back.
I stare in shock.
A familiar, beautiful vampire aims a dagger and stabs him in the chest.
My vision turns red.
Chapter 11
HAYLEY
Violent Violet
SHOCK AND ANGER snap through me, drawing me from the warmth and love of the passion I shared with my guys. Watching as this vampire stabs Knox ignites the savage part of me thirsty for blood. I scream and scramble to my feet, wanting nothing more than to punch this bitch right in her perfect nose. Sawyer beats me to the woman, grabbing the back of her glittery costume, and yanks her away. Spinning, he throws her toward the wall, and one of the mirrors shatters, sending pieces of sparkling glass across the stained floor.
“You better fucking knock it off before you lose that goddamn hand of yours. Don’t think I won’t cut it off.” Sawyer snarls and flashes his fangs, grabbing the woman from the floor to hold her by her wrist. He proves he’s not joking by slicing his blade across her skin.
“Let me go, asshole! Lawrence will take your balls if you hurt me. I’m the most popular act in that damn Fright Fight ring.” The vampire snaps her teeth, trying to bite Sawyer, but he’s at least two feet taller than her and a good hundred pounds more. She looks like a little doll hanging from his grip. A psychotic, possessed doll but tiny nonetheless.
“Chill out, Killer. He has a deal with Lawrence. You can’t talk to him like you do me. He’s only humoring our master by participating in the show.” Cooper rushes up and presses his hand to Sawyer’s muscular chest. He looks up at him. “Give me a minute with her, and I’ll get her to relax. She’s always on edge right before a performance.”
I scrunch my nose. I highly doubt that it’s only right before a performance. She just came rushing in here, blades stabbing, without even considering the situation. What the actual fuck? If she’s this savage outside of the ring, I’d hate to face her in it.
