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I stroke my small nub, breathing effortlessly as my legs spread so I can slather my juices over my most sensitive area. I play it like a fiddle, increasing my movements as my breath quickens. Leo’s lips are firm and bossy, kissing hard enough to bruise if I let it play out how my imagination desires. Calvin’s lips are seductive, making me want more—always more. I pass my left hand over my breast, pinching my nipple and tugging slightly while my left hand increases the rhythm and the pressure between my legs. In my mind, it is their lips on my skin, their hands on my body. I don’t know which of them are touching me where, only that my senses scramble and reach new heights because there are most definitely four hands who know exactly how to touch me.
I bite down on my lower lip, doing what I can to keep my groans trapped in these four walls while I come on my hand, the bliss cresting through me until I can finally set my anxiety over the unsolved parts of our puzzle aside for the night.
That is exactly what I needed.
When I shut off the water and towel off after rinsing, I feel lighter than air, finally clean and sedated for bed.
Calvin’s knock on the door is paused only long enough for me to wrap the towel around my body so I can answer him. “The bathroom’s all yours. I’m finished.” I crack open the door for him, but don’t see my dapper vampire with his perfect posture.
Instead, there is a hungry vampire who eyes me as if I should be running so I don’t make a meal out of myself for the undead. He shoves a shopping bag into the bathroom, setting it on the floor before slamming the door shut. “Do not come out here until I tell you it is safe. Do you understand, Ivy?”
Fear absconds with the calm I just infused in myself. “What’s wrong?”
“Lock the door.”
I do as he instructs, my pulse spiking. “Leo?” I call, worried that something might have happened to them while I was showering.
Leo’s deeper voice answers with complete calm. “Everything’s okay, Fox. Do as Calvin says. Keep the door locked. Calvin’s just… He needs to feed, so he’s going to the backyard to hunt up a squirrel or something.”
“Oh. I wonder when the last time was that he drank. We might need to keep an eye on that, just to be safe.”
Leo’s voice is closer now. I can tell he is on the other side of the door, perhaps leaning against it. “He was fine, but then we heard you going to town on yourself and he started to lose it. I’m not sure even he understands how much blood he’s going to need if he’s going to stay sated around you.”
My cheeks flush. “Are you serious? I was practically silent! How did you hear that?”
Leo chuckles, the sound low and sexy. “Shifters and vampires have the hearing of a hunter, Fox. And our senses are on hyperdrive tonight because the tether or nature or fate or whatever has made sure that protecting you is a top priority. My hearing is picking up all sorts of things I normally wouldn’t pay much mind. I’m sure it’s the same for Cal, too. Whatever the purpose of the tether is for the witch who did this to us, the longer I give in to the connection, the more specific it becomes.”
“Meaning?” I ask, gulping through my worry.
“Meaning I know that you’re tired, so I won’t be able to sleep unless you’re in bed, getting what your body needs. Meaning that anything that comes near the house, my ears will pick up on because it might prove to be a threat to your safety. I don’t know why you need extra protection—other than the obvious fact that we’re in vampire territory. But I’m past caring about the why. I only care that I hold up my end of the job.”
It's a lot to take in. “I’m not helpless, you know.”
Leo’s voice softens. “I know that. But whatever we’re up against will take all three of us to deal with, so we’re going to figure out how to move as a team.”
I open the bag and take out several beautiful nightgowns that are all white lace and probably see-through. My mouth hangs open at the price tags, my nerves overwhelming me when I take in the details of three garments I would never in my right mind put on my body. I tend to gravitate toward the cotton-filled clearance rack.
These things are what legit Hollywood women in old movies wear, paired with a long cigarette and their hair in perfect curls.
But as there is no other clean alternative, I slide the thigh-length slip over my head, shivering when the cool silk brushes over my sensitive nipples. The lace detailing around the hem and lining the bust is beautiful, so much that I have to stare at myself in the mirror to make sure I am still me. The slit that goes up my right thigh shows far more than I’ve ever displayed to two men I’ve only just met. I suppose this is better than sleeping naked, but when I catch the shadow of my areola in the mirror, I’m guessing that’s debatable.
When I come out, I lift my chin, pretending that this sort of getup is something I am totally confident in, even though that couldn’t be further from the truth. Leo’s eyes widen as he takes in my form that has been wrapped in silk. I cross my arms over my chest to try and hide my body. “Weird night, yeah?”
Leo swallows hard, and then extends his hand to me. “I’m okay with weird. But if you walk around in this thing tonight, it’s not going to stay on you for long.”
My eyes widen as I picture myself naked with someone as big and strong as Leo. Moisture pools between my legs, sticking to my thighs because the gift of a nightgown didn’t come with underwear.
Leo takes a long inhale, as if he can scent my arousal, which I’m not sure is possible. Then again, my knowledge of shifters is strictly academic and based on Fern’s bedtime stories, which didn’t have sensual awakening at their focus.
If only I had some frame of reference for any of this. Then I would have the first clue as to what it is I am thinking, standing in front of Leo as I am.
But Leo doesn’t hold the same insecurities that radiate off me. He takes a step toward me with confidence, his hand slipping over my thigh until his thumb catches itself in the dip of my hip. He is huge, dwarfing me easily by half a foot. His musculature swallows mine, but I don’t feel on edge around him. Instead, the warm blanket of safety drapes over my shoulders, and all I can think is that I want to be closer to him.
My fingers climb into his black hair, tangling in the tresses that I hope he never cuts short. His waves are thick and soft. I want to bury my nose in them so I can smell him up close. Desire overwhelms me, pushing out my insecurities that would tell me to be cautious.
I don’t want to be careful tonight. Though I am tired and could use a solid night’s sleep cuddled up to my shifter, I want him sated first.
The kiss doesn’t start out slow. We both know that there are precious few other things on our minds than giving in to this connection that comes so naturally, yet should be unnatural, given who we are. I don’t understand how it is that Leo knows how to touch me, but my body holds no hint of hesitation as he draws me to him. He tilts my head up so he can kiss me hard, letting me know that whatever I thought this night would be, I’d better hold on tight if I’m going to keep up.
