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Chapter twenty-three
Hayley
Bella Crew Forever
“Thefirstmeetingofthe new leadership is adjourned. Please make sure to sign the weekly log and submit any requests for consideration. You may all officially open your doors again.” Sawyer stands up from his seat at the head of the long table and stares at the twenty vampires who each have a section of the Strip to maintain. There are at least another fifty vampires beneath them and twenty donors that have gained positions of power to help ensure everything runs smoothly with this transition.
The vampires disperse and disappear, leaving the room in a hurry. I know that they’re ready to get back to their lives as much as we are. There hasn’t been a single threat since our announcement, and I can tell things have already changed. The vampires on the Strip don’t look ready to devour everything in sight. If anything, they look relieved not having to linger in the shadows and be basically less than those in power.
As for the donors? It’s incredible. I know that they’re still cautious and nervous, but just seeing their mannerisms going into other hotels, watching as they look at me instead of the floor, makes a huge difference.
“Thank fucking fuck that’s over. I think the next one should just be fucking virtual.” Monroe combs his fingers through his beard, bouncing on his feet. “The new security personnel are in order. They’re monitoring the streets already.”
That’s another thing that has changed. There have been laws put into place to help with the transition. Every hotel has selected special security forces to work together as one, keeping the streets safe. Donors can walk freely. For those who are scared, there are special teams that will escort them where they need to go. Humans and vampires have already begun to bond. And we also allow those who do to become personal blood sources.
And I think there’s going to be more and more of them. They will less likely be considered donors and more likely companions. Just like with my guys.
“I think we can arrange something. But you know, getting out for a little bit also keeps you on your toes, Monroe. I’m afraid you’re going to go soft without constantly having to cut a dick.” Sawyer drapes his arm around Monroe’s shoulders and gives him a shake. “Are you going to be cool, you psycho? I know you enjoy that kind of shit. I don’t want to have to keep your ass in line.”
I come up on the other side and sandwich Monroe between the two of us. “It’s a good thing you’ll never have to. He’s mine to keep in line.”
“Oh hell. That just sounds like even more trouble. The two of you aren’t the type to keep it together. I imagine that you guys are going to look for trouble.” Knox stands in front of us raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, our girl does need to keep her skillset. I was thinking, you know, the wasteland. The outcasts out there. What do you think, little bird? We can have our days outside of the city.” Monroe leans in and kisses my throat. “It could be one hell of a bloody time.”
“That sounds like so much fun.” My smile widens as I look at the four of them.
“I wouldn’t mind being your backup, Monroe,” Cooper says, flashing his fangs. “I know a couple places where we can find a bunch of assholes.”
“We got to keep up Tatum’s collection anyway. A little gift for her and Mya for all their help with Kylie.” I open my arms, getting the four of them to engulf me in a group hug that I can feel deep in my soul. I’ve never been so thankful to have so many people in my life that I trust.
“Speaking of them, we have an extra hour before we have to get back. We just finished renovating the suite here. Do you want to check it out?” Sawyer tilts his head and looks at me. “I seem to recall that there was something you wanted.”
I don’t even get a chance to reply as he scoops me up and blurs the world around me as he moves at vampire speed. Knox, Monroe, and Cooper chase after us, their laughter filling the air.
Sawyer swings me in his arms, making me squeal, and he releases me with enough space to flip. I land on the biggest bed I have ever seen and flop back, spreading my arms and legs, opening and closing them as I create a blanket angel. And damn. This room is unlike anything I could’ve imagined. It’s made for all of us to share.
“Do you know what kind of acrobat tricks I can do on this thing?” I ask, arching back to balance on my hands. I spread my legs with a smile, staring at my guys upside down.
And then their clothes fall off.
My heart hammers in my ribcage as I stare at the four of them in the ridiculously flashy thongs Mya helped make for me. Laughter bubbles in my throat as Monroe flexes his cock, the length of it pressing against the sheer fabric of the tube-like attachment. I can’t believe that they really wore them under their suits.
I also hadn’t realized how fucking amazing it would be to see them like this, like pretty bows on their packages just for me. I can’t wait to unwrap them.
“Look at our girl stretching. She’s already anticipating us,” Monroe says, gliding his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Hold her down, Sawyer. I’m going to rip her clothes off. I know she’s about to get a little wild. Look at the starvation in her eyes.” Knox swirls his finger at me, running his hand down his body to adjust his hard-on, showing just how excited he is as his cock presses against the fabric.
I flip back over and land in the splits. I wiggle my fingers at them. “I don’t think so. You’re going to stand there and let me be the opening act.”
The four of them release the sexiest groans and moans and growls I’ve ever heard. Heat builds between my legs, and I start slowly by curving my body forward and tumbling toward the edge of the bed. Monroe hits a button on his com device, sending music trickling through the air, and I turn my head, sending my hair sweeping as I sway my shoulders and hips to the beat of the music.
Slowly, sensually, I strip for them. I use my strength to rip the front of my bodice, pulling the fabric of my dress apart, leaving myself in only lace and satin undergarments. My tight nipples press against the bra, the sensation turning me on as I move and dance for my guys.
