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“Behave, or next time, it’s your ass,” he slaps the ruler against his own palm, the sound bouncing off the walls and sending an internal vibration straight between my legs.Yes, please, my vampire injects. I lift my brow expectantly and gesture for him to continue.
“I’ve concluded you’re too unruly,” Chase states. I release a bitter laugh.
“And you’re dressed like that because…” I roll my hand. A wicked grin pulls at Chase’s mouth.
“Because I can.” His eyes are gleaming with excitement, so I’ll play along for now. How’sthatfor not being unruly? “We need to set some ground rules while you’re in the castle. Basic etiquette, so I don’t have to beat a royal guard into telling me where you are the next time I wake alone in your bed.”
“You did what?” Jax asks and receives a flick of the ruler on his cheek.
“Shh.” Chase paces back and forth, wearing a line into the carpet, tapping the ruler on his chin. “We can start with leaving a note. Better yet, you could wake me to ensure your entourage always consists of three.”
“You did try to rip my jugular out and drain me of blood,” I point out, leaning back in my chair. Jax shoots to his feet.
“You did fuckingwhat?!” This time, when Chase attempts to hit his abdomen, Jax rips the ruler from his grip and snaps it in half. The pair begin to squabble whilst Torsten is left to pick up where Chase left off.
“Ignore him, he’s coming down from a mess of feelings he doesn’t understand. It is worth saying, though, that being accompanied would be best, even after your display in the gymnasium. Rumors will already be circulating about your strength, and to some, that may present a new challenge.” Reading my cocky expression, Torsten leans across to take my hand. “I know you can hold your own, but it’s not the vamps who are desperate for a mate you should worry about. There are some who don’t believe in mixing species or having a queen who doesn’t know our ways.”
"I would agree with them on that point," I sigh, pulling my hand away. "I don't want to be your queen. I just want..." My voice falters. For most of my life, I'd clung to the idea that I just wanted to be alone. But that's no longer the case. I just don’t know in what capacity I dare envision a future, because none of the versions in my head are likely to come true.
Becoming aggravated with my own dark thoughts, I huff. Physical exertion is needed before I sink into a pit of despair that will see me pushing away everyone in this room. Standing, I throw the chair aside. Chase and Jax put their fighting on hold to watch me place a hand on my hip and raise a brow.
“Look, I was under the impression you guys were here to fuck me. If that’s not what’s happening, please show yourselves out and I’ll take care of it myself.” I’ve never seen vampires move so fast. One moment they are across the table, the next they’re surrounding me, chests bump my arms and a firm hand cups my nape.
“Don’t be gentle,” is my last request as my body is bent in half, my top half hitting the cool glass. The hold on my nape remains tensed, at odds with a hand stroking the rounded hump of my ass. One of them massages my cheek appreciatively, whilst another brings down a sharp slap on the other side. I cry out, jerking against the glass. All three bodies behind me freeze, a sense of uncertainty palpable. Still bound by duty, it would seem.
“Do. It. Again.” I order and feel them relax. The hand soothing me moves onto the affected cheek, rubbing away any lingering soreness as the spank lands on the other side. I groan, wetness pooling between my legs. My eyes are tightly scrunched while I fight with the emotions within, desire blossoming in my core. My nipples are painful pebbles squashed against the icy tabletop.
“I think you like that, don’t you, Pumpkin?” Chase’s silky, deep voice purrs. I whimper in response. Two hands grip my cheeks tightly, parting me. Whoever is holding my nape falters, all of them taking a moment to appreciate the sight of my glistening pussy awaiting more. Fingers find my slit, sliding through the wetness before seeking my clit.
“Oh, she definitely liked that,” Torsten agrees. “She’s so wet for us,” he bends over to speak into my ear, “and we haven’t even started with you yet.” A slight tremor races down my spine at his warm breath, fanning across my ear, his words thick with a promise of what’s to come. One long digit plunges inside me, and a thumb presses firmly down on my clit. Pinned beneath Torsten’s bulk, I can’t move. Instead, I simply lie there and take the assault of pleasure. The finger slides in and out leisurely while I squirm against his body.
“Don’t move.” He commands. But it’s so good, I can’t help to rock my hips in time with my assailant. Torsten growls in warning, the vibration from his chest seeping into my back as the hand is removed from between my thighs. I release a dog-like whine at the loss of contact, and as Torsten withdraws, a hand sharply slaps my ass again.
“It seems like you need some help with keeping still,” Jax says, delicately tracing fingers up and down my spine. My wrists are captured and held together behind my back in one large hand as the material of Chase’s tie slips beneath them. After securing a tight knot, a hand comes back down over the tie, knowing I could easily rip the restraints if I were so inclined. It just happens that I’m not in any rush to finish what has been started. Ruffling catches my ears before the blunt head of a thick cock pushes against my entrance.
“I wonder if you could tell us apart by our cocks,” Chase muses out loud. The delicate stroking of my spine has started up again, and I groan at the idea.
“I think it’s an experiment worth trying.” Pack orgies are nothing new to my kind, although I never thought my experience with them would be with so-called solitary monsters of the night. No complaints here.
My hip is gripped tightly as a cock slides into my cunt, aided by my wetness to slam home instantly.Oh, my fuck.Intense pleasure crashes through my entire body, causing me to squirm for relief. His girth is so wide there’s no escape. Only the guttural noise that leaves my throat as I’m forced to wait for his next move. Two hands close over my shoulders, the cock pulling almost fully out, leaving just tip inside, before ramming back in fiercely. I cry out, and by the third time the action is repeated, I’m screaming all three of their names. Whoever it is, they work me into a shift frenzy, only relenting when my walls explode around him. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash through me, keeping his cock tightly squeezed within.
I shudder in the aftermath, coming down from my climax with weepy moans. Even after he retracts, I feel him everywhere. Etched into my core.
“Fucking Chase,” I groan breathlessly, and a deep chuckle confirms my suspicions.
“She’s good, I’ll give her that.” Hooking my leg up onto the table, I feel the brush of cool air against my center as I’m left wide and completely at their mercy. I struggle against the bind on my wrists, my shoulders starting to ache. Gentler, this time, a cock pushes into me. Unhurried, measured strokes that build the same intensity within.Torsten.
His dick hits my sweet spot every damn time, his balls slapping at my clit with each thrust. My back is coated with sweat, but the glass tabletop keeps my front cool. I can already feel the build-up of my next orgasm stirring, the delicious feeling I’m becoming quickly addicted to. Every stroke inside me, every bounce of my butt against his groin, is halfway between a tease and a promise of impending bliss.
I marvel in the pleasure he gives me so easily, pushing back to meet his thrusts eagerly. His grip on my waist turns bruisingly tight, and his steady rhythm picks up, becoming frantic. His groin slams against me, my ass rippling and my back arching from the onslaught of his cock. Maintaining the increasingly rapid speed, my inner walls start to flutter, and I give him what he’s looking for. A tsunami hurtles through me, causing stars to burst before my glowing eyes. A hand tightly grips my hair as a gravelly roar fills the room, my orgasm spurring on Torsten’s, and he joins my symphony of moans. We break together within the need to delay the inevitable. Not when our bodies are craving to be joined as one.
“I can’t handle how fucking tight you are,” Torsten mutters. I smile, savoring the knowledge that I can bring a known warrior to his knees just by lying here. Imagine what I can get him to do when I actually put in the effort. Lowering over me, Torst kisses my cheek, the heat of him radiating through me until I don’t know where he stops, and I begin.
I prepare myself for round three, steeling myself for the veiny width I know as Jax. Yet it doesn’t come. The tie at my wrists is released, and I gasp, rolling my shoulders and stretching my fingers to regain blood circulation. Rolling me onto my back, Jax smiles before sliding his arms beneath my body. Lifting me from the table, I’m cradled to his chest and carried through the bedroom, the evidence of his erection kept locked within his cargo trousers.
Once he’s placed me into the shower, Jax turns on the faucet and steps back. I reach out for his hand, a frown between my brows.
“I’m groveling, remember? I won’t take you again until I deserve you,” his head inclines. My frown deepens.
