I can’t bring myself to care right now. She’ll think I’m a very bad boy because I let Karissa watch. She’ll disapprove because I pinned down my dinner’s arms, restraining him from the orgasm he sobbed for before I finally allowed him to finish himself off to the tune of Karissa’s throaty laughter. I didn’t check the rooms to make sure everything was consensual. Blah, blah, blah.
When Hagan stomps into the house, I struggle with the seatbelt he insisted upon while it threatens to strangle me with its tentacle-like arm.
I do know what Hagan needs. What we all need. When I stumble into the house, I see Jonas in the kitchen with Hagan, visibly stewing about something or another. He needs this just as much as Hagan.
Most vamps go for the obvious juicy bite, but the hint of arousal has more seduction to it, more subtlety, so it feels like their idea to take control of and turn into something deliciously devious. I bump into Hagan from behind, so he only feels my jostle and not the scrape of my incisor. It’s easy to nick Hagan on the back of his shoulder. It’s an old vampire trick to slice your victim, weakening them before pouncing. He’s mid-sentence but loses the thread as the trickle of venom does its work.
Jonas frowns, which he does far too often. “You alright, man? You got real tired out of nowhere. Go lay down. Dealing with vamps all evening has to be exhausting.”
I lick the tip of my fang, tasting the scandal of Hagan’s blood.
“I’m good,” Hagan replies, and I know he doesn’t want to move because his cock is stiffening. He’s hiding his massive wood behind the island in the center of Carrigan’s pristine green-accented kitchen.
“Where’s my young one?” I chime in, moving around to drink a bit more liquor by Jonas’ side. It’s too easy, bumping him and taking a nip from the back of his shoulder as well. I love watching lust ripple through a person, especially when they’re trying to hide it while in mixed company. Jonas doesn’t disappoint, gripping the counter as a gasp makes it through his clenched jaw. I snigger as his eyelids droop and his lips purse.
“She’s on a walk with Cary,” he manages before the front door opens.
I can feel the tether of my conscience stirring, but I drown it out with more and more alcohol. I know I’ve got to beat the clock, so I nick Carrigan when I move clumsily past him. The taste of all three on my tongue sets my head spinning. I wrap my arms around my favorite witch, sealing the deal before that angel on my shoulder fights its way through the sea of whiskey I’m trying to drown him in. “Sophie, my love. How I missed you.”
“Valor, are you drunk?” She tries to hug me, but I nearly fall over atop her. Carrigan steadies me before we all topple in a heap, but his pupils are dilated, and he’s breathing hard from my small slice. I imagine the fun we could have if I bit them deeply enough to see us all let go of Elowen, of Casek, of the unknown, and of rules. I loathe rules.
And clothes. I only take a small taste of Sophie, but the moment a delicious moan escapes her, I know that won’t be enough.
I lead her into the bedroom, and like creatures trailing along behind the pied piper, the others follow with lidded eyes and dilated pupils.
Oh yes, we’re going to have some fun tonight.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Hagan
My entire world feels incredibly simple as I follow the others into the bedroom. Sophie’s topless before I step inside. Valor works off her jeans with clumsy fingers. He spills whiskey onto her belly the moment she’s supine on the bed, and Carrigan licks it off while my Sophie giggles. It’s been a while since I’ve heard her laugh. Whatever reservations I might entertain are gone at the sound of her happiness. I want to join them but I know I shouldn’t. I want her too badly, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself.
I can’t remember why I’m supposed to hang back, but I’m sure there’s a reason. I’ve never had sex with a woman before, only as a bear with others of my species. I wonder if it feels different, if the climax is stronger.
Jonas plops down in the recliner and palms his junk, hanging back, like me. This is a new one—him joining us—but I don’t have it in me to question it at the moment. My entire focus goes to Carrigan pulling off my honeycomb’s black cotton underwear. Valor tips the bottle to her lips and she sucks down the liquid, wincing at the burn. He passes it to Carrigan, who drinks with one hand on the bottle and the other on Sophie’s breast.
I need her. My dick is so hard, it’s painful against my jeans. When Carrigan undresses, he’s unashamed and unbothered at having an audience. He dives between her legs, burying his face in her tiny, trimmed ringlets. Watching Cary’s ass in the air does nothing for me, but Jonas is glued to the scene, watching the two as he tugs down his sweatpants and pops out his cock.
I have no idea what we’re doing, but I don’t care to stop it or question why my life can’t be this great. The answers don’t matter anyway. Why can’t I get the girl? Why can’t I fuck her until she begs me to stop? Valor gets off the bed and bumps into me. “Oh, sorry. Let me help you with that.” I don’t resist when he tugs my shirt over my head. Everything feels amazing. Every little touch, every particle of air hitting my skin. Valor hands me the bottle and I guzzle down as much as I fucking feel like because there’s no reason not to. I hold back all the time, but not tonight. Tonight, I have some fun. Maybe all five of us do.
I feel lighter than I have in ages. The sight of Jonas molesting himself to the tune of my girlfriend’s sweet little noises of pleasure doesn’t bother me like I would’ve guessed. In fact, nothing bothers me at all right now. I turn the whiskey in my palm and scrutinize the label, making a note to buy truckloads of this brand in the morning.
Sophie’s needed the night off from her cloud of depression, by the looks of it. She’s finally free from that constant sadness that’s been following her around like a stalker, daring her to smile so it can snatch even that away from her.
She twists atop the comforter now while Carrigan chuckles darkly into her sweet spot. She comes easily for him, and loudly, giving us all a shiver that echoes around the room. I want her badly, but Carrigan’s only halfway finished. He pulls out a drawer in the nightstand, glancing around the room so we all know we’re playing by the rules tonight. He rolls on a condom over his length and kneels on the bed between her legs once again. He kisses her so deeply his buttocks clench. I grimace, realizing I’m focusing on the wrong end of things. I move around to the side of the bed, tugging off my jeans and kicking them aside while I watch the spot that should be mine.
Mate. Mate! my bear howls, and there’s no part of me that doesn’t want to. Carrigan’s gentle with her, but her breath still catches and her muscles tense when he slides inside of her. Her shudder ripples through his entire body. My heart sinks a little because I know that if Carrigan’s a tight fit for her, no way will I squeeze my way inside. My cock strains against the cotton of my boxers, needing to be inside of her. I bet it’s warm. I bet it’s slick and tight. By the way she’s completely euphoric right now, I bet she’d let me try.
She brushes her fingers through his hair while they move in a steady rhythm. It’s a good thing this bed comes with reinforcements, because when I get up there, I won’t be as controlled as he is with her. They kiss tenderly between breathy moans. I’m so enraptured by the whole thing that I don’t see Valor disrobing completely and moving to kneel atop the mattress on her left until he’s already next to them, naked and giving them a drunken grin. On any given day, depending on Sophie’s proximity, it’s a tossup to see if he’s going to be the angel on your shoulder or the devil. When he nudges Carrigan’s face from Sophie’s I’m pretty sure there’s no angel in sight.
Carrigan rocks back on his knees, staying inside of her the whole time while he grips her thighs and pulls so her ass is resting on his knees. Her pelvis is on an incline as he steadily drives into her. His head is thrown back, his gaze on the ceiling. I can’t imagine what it would be like to have to hear every thought while you’re screwing someone. Cary’s
the picture of freedom as he rocks into her. As much as I want it to be me, I’m happy for him.
My bear is ready to rip his head clear off.
Valor takes his dick and paints the tip across Sophie’s lips. We all hold our breath when she opens her mouth and takes him in. He shudders as her mouth slides up and down his length, with plenty of slurping and popping sounds that drive me closer to my breaking point. I don’t remember why I’m holding back now. My bear pushes me forward when Valor’s fingers strum across her clit, stroking her while she sucks on him like he’s the only source of water in the desert. She’s voracious, making hungry noises that mingle with her impending climax.
Valor looks like he’s in pain, his fingers threading through her hair but not pushing her head to take him deeper. He’s panting in time with Carrigan, who spreads her legs wider so he can thrust deeper.
Our room is becoming a haven for cast-aside clothes, with Jonas adding his as an offering to the pile. He gets up and doesn’t ask our permission when he kneels on the other side of her face. It kills me a little bit when she turns her head from Valor to kiss Jonas’ tip before swallowing him with just as much eagerness. I want to be with her, to feel her lips all over my body, but I’m holding myself back because...
She screams into Jonas’ cock when she climaxes all over Carrigan. It’s oddly… I’m not sure the word. Nice? Pleasant? Right? when I see them sharing a woman in the same way they’ve shared so many things over the years.
Valor keeps strumming her through the waves of her euphoria, drawing out her cries. Jonas trembles with pleasure when her shouts vibrate around his cock. Carrigan’s stamina is incredible to watch. When he and Jonas finally hit their peak at the same time, I can’t look away.
I want that. Maybe not with Jonas, but actual friends who don’t use me because I’m big and can work hard. When I was younger, I thought that was Louis. But when I see Cary and Jonas look after each other with such tenacity and protectiveness, I realize how very alone I was before Sophie pulled me in to this strange mess of people.
“Did that really just happen?” Jonas asks the room, breathless and wide-eyed as he sits back on his heels, staring at his dick in shock.
Carrigan is similarly short of breath, his chest moving erratically as he chuckles out his disbelief. “I think it did. That was incredible.”
Valor, the sloppy drunk, bumps Carrigan, and I watch Cary’s lashes flutter with a new wave of pleasure.
It’s not until my Sophie’s small voice reaches my ears with its nervous plea that I snap into action. “Hagan? Hagan, I need you.” Her words aren’t dripping with lust but rather uncertainty. She’s nervous, and the reality of what she’s just participated in is crashing around her. I don’t like the sound of fear on my girl, so I elbow Jonas aside and hand him the whiskey, which he guzzles and passes around to Carrigan, who is slumped on the edge of the bed. Jonas leans against the headboard, his bare ass on what is hopefully not my pillow while he comes down from his high.
I slide my honeycomb into my arms atop the mattress, and my bear whines that he needs to be closer.
Sophie burrows into my chest, as if she wants to hide her nakedness there for safe keeping. I’ll always protect her, even if there’s no danger around. She’s all softness and curves, and for the life of me, I’m not sure how I got so lucky. “That was incredible, Soph. Just amazing. You alright?”
Her arm reaches up to coil around my shoulder, gripping the muscle as if she must have it to keep her tethered to the earth. “I need you,” she says again in a whisper, only this time there isn’t fear driving her tone. She’s begging me to satiate the fire that seems uncontrollable inside of her.
I’m not supposed to let her work my boxers off, but I can’t remember why. When she kisses me, all I know is that this is the one place I belong. In this bed, with this woman.
She’s beyond wet and fully primed for me as her leg hitches over my hip. The head of my monster jumps toward the warmth, and I realize just how cold he’s been without her to invite him inside. How I want to be inside of her. Her sweet heat pins my thick rod to my belly. I’m so close to where I belong, I could cry.
She kisses me, and I can’t remember my reasons for being a spectator, for hanging in the background when I could’ve been giving her the one thing that will always and only belong to her. She rocks her hips over the underside of my length, coating me with slickness that pushes all other thoughts from my brain.
Only one voice remains, and I’ve ignored him for far too long.
Mate! Mate!
I roll onto my back, gripping her thighs that fall on either side of my hips. At last I give in to the primal cry that courses through my entire being. It’s the one sound I hear above all others, and finally, finally, my bear and I are one.
Mate! Mate! Mate!
Chapter Thirty
Hagan
Valor and Jonas are on either side of her, holding onto her elbows as she tries to lower herself atop my monster. I’m impatient, sweating with need, but I keep my hips still so I don’t hurt my honeycomb.
Mate! Mate!
The moment my head passes into the land of no return, I have to struggle against every urge to keep from thrusting. Valor kisses her neck while Jonas palms her breast, tweaking and caressing to give us all a good show. One of Valor’s kisses draws a startled hiss from her, and she tightens around my head convulsively. It’s pure pleasure rolling through me, all centered around my cock, which has been largely passed over until this very moment. She wants me. She chooses me. She loves me.
Her lashes flutter, and something about Valor’s drunkenly smug expression tells me he’s a key component in helping her relax enough to take me in another inch. Her legs are trembling, and she invokes a deep-breathing exercise that looks like yoga or something. My hands quake as they run up her creamy thighs, reminding her that I’m right here. If I’m around, nothing bad’s going to take her under.
“Hagan, Hagan, Hagan,” she murmurs over and over like a fervent chant one might use in a spell. She sways, but Jonas steadies her, kissing her lips for what I’m guessing is the first time. Though she’s just had his junk in her mouth, the kiss makes her whole being curl with a stroke of pure intimacy. She practically purrs at the connection, and slides down another inch on my length. I bite down hard on my lower lip to keep from bucking like a wild animal.
Mate! Mate! my bear cries. My chest is growing hot, and I can feel something tingling, spreading like hot fudge along my ribs. My insides are slowly coating themselves with gooey honey. The sensation relaxes and stimulates me as it distributes this otherworldly heat throughout my entire body, working its way down to my toes. It feels like I’m being taken over, like something significant is happening beyond a grown man losing his virginity.
Mate! Mate! Mate!
The honey-like force collects and builds up in my veins. It slowly starts to vibrate in a low hum. Every particle, every neuron, every atom is shifting into something entirely other. I’m not sure if I should be worried, because nothing like this has ever happened before I erupt. This is new, and in the back of my mind, logic is drunkenly telling me to pull out right now before this goes too far.
Before I enjoy myself. Before I give my woman another orgasm. I throw a middle finger to that stupid voice that keeps me from having what I want and grip Sophie’s hips, inching her further down. I stop when her breath comes in ragged pants and gasps. She’s almost there, but I can tell by her wide, panicked eyes that she’s just about at her limit.
Valor stands on the mattress to make room for Carrigan, who wants to watch Sophie from behind. The vamp’s cock is so stiff from being put on hold, it brushes her cheek to distract her from being nearly split in two. He parts her trembling lips, and I watch with fascination when her whole body refocuses from her impending panic to sucking Valor all the way down her throat.
It’s then that I start rocking inside of her. I can’t take the stalemate anymore. I need friction, and judging by he
r shouts all over Valor’s cock, it’s clear that’s what she needs too. Carrigan reaches between Valor and Sophie to play with her clit that’s stretched tight over my thick monster. His movements are clumsy, and every now and then his fingers touch on me. It’s distracting, and I’m not sure if I want to kick Carrigan square in the face, or thank him for delaying the explosion I’m not ready to give her just yet.
Mate! Mate!
I can tell by watching that she gives good head. When her nose brushes against Valor’s pelvis after she takes him all the way down her throat, he lets out a guttural groan of disbelief. “Oh, that’s good. Don’t stop. Hum a little for me, young one.”
She obliges, and Valor’s eyes go cross. He holds onto the back of her head, and I can see his orgasm building in the way he tenses his thighs.
I’m rocking her hips harder against mine now. It’s all I want, and it feels too good to slow down. She tenses and lets go over and over while she lets me keep the rhythm going. The honey in my veins coats my entire being, and then starts to growl. I can’t explain it any other way, but a low rumble starts in my chest and shakes everything in me as if I’m finally waking up after all these years.
My honeycomb’s trembles shake my monster without mercy as her peak builds under Cary’s quick fingers and Jonas’ playful pinches. I’m panting, begging and chanting her name as she tightens beyond comprehension around me. My whole body pulsates with a primal cry of Mate! Mate! It sounds more like a cheer this time than a plea for her to complete this very untouched part of me. She’s been mine for a while now, but my bear rises to join us, not caring that she’s an entirely different species. He feels calmer when she’s near, and now that my body’s primed, he barrels toward her, because that’s where he belongs. Mate! Mate!
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