by Ginna Moran
He races to me and tries to grab onto me, but I launch from the bed to evade him. Catching me by the wrist, he pulls me closer. I throw my weight at him, knocking him back. Landing on top of him, I straddle his waist with my thighs and tug his arms over his head to restrain him.
“Stop enjoying this,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him, feeling his erection pressing between my legs.
“Then stop looking at me like you’re going to ravish the hell out of me.”
“You mean ravage,” I say, leaning in close.
“I don’t care which one.” Jameson stretches his head to the side, prodding at my very nature with his attempt to distract me.
And it works.
Bending down, I glide my tongue to his neck, tasting the sweetness of his skin. He moans softly, turning me on, and I can’t stop myself from sucking on the sensitive skin of his throat. My fingers tighten around his as I graze my teeth along the collar of his shirt. I roll my body into his, feeling the length of his shaft through his clothes.
“Gwen,” he whispers into my ear. “We have to stop.”
I shake my head and meet his lips for a kiss. “Just a little bite.”
He groans and nods, letting me break from his mouth to trail my lips over his jaw and to his neck. I grind against him, the anticipation burning through the both of us. I hadn’t realized how badly my need for Jameson was until he whispers that he’s ready into my ear.
“Damn.” Mikkalo’s voice cuts through the air. “Should we intervene?”
I snap upright and let go of Jameson’s hands and throw myself off him. I hadn’t realized that the door to his room was wide open. Mikkalo and Bronx stand in the door staring at us, and I cover my hands with my face in embarrassment. What am I even doing?
Jameson chuckles and sits up, rubbing the huge-ass hickey I left on his neck. “That’s up to Gwen if she wants you two to join, but I have to warn you, she’s pretty dead-set on biting. And dry humping.”
My whole face warms with embarrassment. “Jameson.”
“None of that. You shouldn’t be ashamed of your needs.” Jameson laces his fingers around my wrist and pulls my hand from my face. “It’s breakfast time anyway. Let us take care of our girl after the bullshit your brother put you through.”
I can’t stop myself from glancing at Bronx. “Is he okay?”
Bronx presses his lips into a thin line. “Yes, and I can take you to him to see for yourself if you want. I’m sorry for snapping like I did, Gwen. The whole situation has me on edge.”
“Did you find something out?” I ask, worry washing over me.
“Why don’t we wait for Everett, so we can all talk about this together?” Bronx asks, glancing to Jameson.
Jameson nods and waves the two of them in. “We can feed our girl while we wait. What do you say, Gwen? But you know I don’t like putting it in a glass.”
Bronx meets my gaze. “Is that okay, Gwen?”
I want to say no and to ask him to take me to Everett’s room because the anticipation of what Bronx found out digs deeply into me. But I bob my head instead. I’m not exactly sure if I’m ready to know.
“Yeah, but no glass for you either,” I say, giving him a once-over.
Bronx’s eyes darken. “Okay.”
I turn my gaze to Mikkalo. “Or you.”
Mikkalo raises his eyebrows. “Anything for you.”
I lick my lips. “You guys sure about this?”
Jameson scoops me off the floor and tosses me onto his bed. “Only if you don’t make me sit at the table and feel like a meal.”
“You know I’d never consider you food. Only that I can survive on you,” I say, biting my lip.
Jameson has always been clear about his feelings of a blood exchange needing to be based on taking care of each other and not just because we’re hungry. He won’t even give me his blood in a glass unless his brothers insist like with the thermos Bronx likes to keep around.
“I’d kind of like to survive on you too, Gwen.” Jameson smirks at me, waiting for my reaction.
“Is that so?” I ask, my body doing all sorts of crazy things considering that Jameson has never bitten me before. “Maybe a little bite when Everett gets here. I want him to join us too.”
He blinks. “Really? I was only teasing, Gwen.”
“That’s too bad.” Shit. My. Rebellious. Mouth. What am I getting myself into?
Bronx sits down on the bed next to me and touches my knee. “Don’t get too excited, brother. She loves to tease.”
Jameson flicks his gaze to Bronx before looking back to me. “Our girl is serious.”
Bronx’s eyes turn silver, and I brush my hair from my shoulders.
I swallow my nerves and nod. “Extremely serious but a little nervous too.”
Mikkalo releases a long breath and sits on the end of the bed. “Why? What are you nervous about?”
I love how he asks me why instead of just telling me that I have nothing to be nervous over. “It’s a lot of bites. And...are you sure you guys are really okay with this? You won’t get jealous or possessive or anything? Because I can’t handle that right now. I just—I want to feel loved by all of you.”
Mikkalo grabs me by my ankles and tugs me to him, making me laugh. Leaning over me, he brushes my hair from my face. “You have my word that I’m good. Even if you change your mind or want to stop—whatever. I’m good. You’re our girl.”
Jameson flops forward to lie on his stomach next to me. “He’s right, Gwen. We can take it slow. You can bite us first, and if you only want Bronxy or Mik to give you a love bite and not me, I won’t have any hard feelings. I know we haven’t gone there yet.”
I shift my gaze to Bronx. “Are you sure you can handle it?”
He nods with a smirk. “Are you? You can’t devour us all.”
“Wanna bet?” I tease.
“Don’t take her up on that,” Everett says from the doorway. “She’s as competitive as you when she wants to be.”
Jameson waves Everett in. “You’re just in time. Our girl is starved and needs all our cuddles after that shit show this evening. If you are not fully prepared to be cool with some extreme bonding—”
“Then we’re going to wait until you are,” I say, smiling up at Everett.
“No need to wait,” Everett says, shrugging his shirt off to toss it on my head. “I’m good. Let’s do this.”
I laugh in shock, landing on my back under his weight. Everett kisses me without letting me see him until I gasp. Swiping the shirt off my eyes, I bring it to my nose, inhaling a breath of his incredible scent. He grins at my reaction, knowing full well where my mind wanders as I drink in the curves of his muscles.
“Ev’s first,” Jameson says, knocking his knuckles into Everett. “He just put our girl into savage mode.”
I snap my teeth at Everett. “I won’t bite you unless you want it, but I’m pretty set on sucking somewhere that isn’t your arm.”
Bronx hums under his breath. “You’re going to give him the wrong idea, dandelion.”
I giggle and squeeze his thigh. “Of course you twist my words.”
“Damn,” Mikkalo says.
I stick my tongue out at him. “Save that thought for later.”
“You know I will,” Jameson says, flashing his fangs at me with his excitement.
Ah, hell.
Everett holds his arms out, motioning for me to close the space to him. I inhale a small breath, rubbing my lips together. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Or how much I want to do this. Sitting between Everett’s legs, I curl my body around him, letting him pull me so close that I can feel his desire through his pants.
“Show our girl how tough you are,” Mikkalo says, playing with my hair.
Bronx and Jameson each touch one of my legs, remaining close. I know the act of a blood exchange like this is rather intimate, letting me drink from them, and the fact that they all surround me instead of looking away touches my heart in a way that I know they love me,
even if they admitted it only to each other.
“Don’t listen to your brother. You don’t have to be tough for me,” I whisper into his ear. “I want you to enjoy it.”
He hums deep in his throat, shifting under me as I explore his muscles with my fingers before leaning in to kiss his skin. I work my lips over his shoulder and up his neck until I reach his mouth. Everett sucks my bottom lip and nips me so that he gets a tiny taste of my blood.
“Where do you want me to bite you?” I ask, dragging my fingers down the planes of his stomach.
He twines his fingers with mine and guides my hand to stop on his chest above his nipple. “Here.” His choice tells me that this isn’t about feeding my nature but feeding into my desire. Playing with his.
I push Everett back on the pillow and bend down to kiss him again. I savor the taste of his lips while feeling the pressure of his brothers’ hands roaming across my body. Their attention turns me on, and I reach down and stroke Everett’s erection through his pants, getting him to moan for me.
“Is this okay?” I ask Everett.
He hums.
Mikkalo draws his hand around my side to touch my breast. “Is this?”
Both Everett and I say yes at the same time, and I smile through another kiss. I work my way down his neck, kneeling between his legs to reach the spot he wants. His boner pulses against my hip, and I stroke him some more.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
With his word, I sink my teeth into his chest hard enough to draw blood. He moans and tangles his hands into my hair as I suck his skin, tasting the sweetness of his blood. Bronx, Jameson, and Mikkalo remain quiet but their breathing picks up with their anticipation over hearing Everett’s reaction.
I stay with Everett a few minutes longer after I release him, just kissing him softly. Mikkalo kisses my shoulder, drawing my attention to him. I reach out and touch both Jameson and Bronx so they know that I haven’t forgotten them. Mikkalo smiles at me, his eyes flashing silver with his desire. I hook my fingers to the hem of his shirt and tug it over his head, taking a moment to appreciate his smooth, muscular body. He kneels with me and combs his fingers through my hair to caress his full lips across my throat.
“Show me where,” I say, my voice coming out low and sultry.
He guides my hand along the ridges of his stomach and up the hard planes of his chest. I tease him with my fingers, grazing them along his skin until he stops on his shoulder blade. I lean in and brush my lips to the spot, gliding my tongue back up his neck for another kiss. Mikkalo lifts me up so that I wrap my legs around him, pressing our chests together. He slides his hands to my ass cheeks and squeezes the spot he bit me before.
I moan so loud at the sudden wave of tingles that explodes through me from his touch that I hang onto his neck with one arm to reach between us with my other to slide my fingers into his pants.
Jameson’s hands squeeze my hips, and he presses into my back. “You’re so beautiful, Gwen. Is this okay?”
I nod my confirmation, bending my head some to feel the softness of his lips on my throat. Bronx kisses me from over Mikkalo’s shoulder, and I nip his lip.
“I’m ready, Gwen,” Mikkalo murmurs, his breathing hard under the touch of my fingers.
I bite his shoulder, closing my eyes as his blood coats my tongue. Latching on, I mold my lips around my bite and suck hard enough that Mikkalo knocks me onto my back between Jameson’s legs.
Jameson smiles down at me from over Mikkalo’s shoulder. “Be easy on him, Gigi. He won’t tell you to stop.”
It probably doesn’t help that I’m still rubbing his dick, determined to give him a pleasure bite like the one he gave me. I moan softly, working my hand over him without drinking his blood anymore. I’m only sucking his skin, getting him off, not even caring about what will come next—hopefully him.
“Gwen,” Mikkalo says, my name so hot and breathless on his lips.
“One more bite, please,” I say, bringing my mouth to his to kiss him.
He nods and moans, trailing his fingers to my breasts. I catch Jameson’s gaze above me as he watches my expression. His eyes flash silver as we watch each other.
“Gwen.” My name sounds desperate coming from Mikkalo’s mouth, his muscles flexing, his body tensing with his oncoming release.
I bite him again on his other shoulder, and he cums on me. He sinks down, resting his head on my shoulder with his panting breath. I kiss the bite mark, making him shudder, and I can’t stop the huge-ass grin crossing my face.
“So good,” I say, licking my lips.
Mikkalo flips over, pulling me with him. Without commenting, Jameson tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor. Now that my mind is catching up with my body, I’m so relieved none of them mention the fact that I jerked Mikkalo off in front of them. Jameson meets me for a kiss, and I giggle into his lips.
“Where do you want me to bite you, Jamie?” I ask.
Jameson suddenly stiffens without responding. Instead, he jerks his hands up and covers my ears.
An alarm screams through the air.
Chapter 20
Living Dangerously
MIKKALO HOPS OFF THE BED and rushes to the wall cabinets behind the table. He grabs a couple of weapons out and tosses a dagger to Bronx. Jameson throws me to Everett, and I don’t have a chance to brace myself as he relocates me into the bathroom with him.
The alarm snaps off, leaving my ears ringing. Everett strokes the length of my back, pushing away the trembles coursing through me.
What the actual fuck?
“It’s probably nothing,” Everett whispers, keeping his voice low. “The alarms are overly sensitive for a reason. A bird could’ve hit a window or something on one of the upper floors.”
“Really?” I ask.
“Damn it, Brooklyn. I told you not to come. You’re putting us all at risk.” Bronx’s booming voice comes in through the closed bathroom door.
Looks like Everett was wrong. And damn it am I mad at the rude interruption. Everett must sense it, because he plops me on the counter and spreads my legs to stand between them.
“Let me distract you,” he whispers, cupping my cheeks.
“Me? You’re the one risking everything.” The sultry voice of Brooklyn rises with the same anger lining Bronx’s growls. “And I didn’t want to come here, but Corona asked me to. He thinks you are taking too long in giving him the information about the rebel nest. He’s starting to think you might be lying and turning other covens against him.”
“Tell him to fuck the hell off,” Jameson says, his voice low and threatening. For the first time, I think he might sound scarier than Bronx. “We’ll get him the shit he wants when we’re ready.”
“Also tell him we’ve done everything he wanted, and it’s not our fault he can’t handle one family of Blood Rebels,” Mikkalo adds.
“Gwen,” Everett whispers again. He digs his fingers into my hips, putting just enough pressure to pull my attention back to him. “Please, let me kiss you.”
I give in to his velvety plea and slide my hands around his neck. His soft lips mold to mine, starting slow and sweet and teasingly as Everett tests to see if I’ll offer him more of my affection. I squeeze him between my thighs, wanting nothing more now than to ignore the yelling outside the door. It prods at my fear instincts.
“Do you want me as much as I want you?” Everett murmurs, sliding his hand between my legs to graze his fingers over the fabric of my athletic pants.
“I can’t promise to be quiet.”
He kisses my throat. “I’d never ask you to. And after seeing you with my brother...” His voice trails off.
I pull back. “What?”
Biting his lip, he grins at me. “It just makes me want a little more.”
Something crashes in Jameson’s bedroom, not giving me the chance to respond. Bronx and Brooklyn continue to yell. More things crash.
“Just let me talk to her,” Brooklyn snaps.
My eyes widen.
Bronx growls. “No.”
Now I wish I had been listening.
“Don’t be an idiot, brother.”
Mikkalo grumbles next. “He’s not you’re brother, Brooklyn. He hasn’t been for decades. Do not try to use your mortal bonds on him.”
“You’re making a mistake, Mik,” Brooklyn says.
“Just get out before I throw you out,” Jameson says, his voice more threatening than I’ve ever heard it.
Brooklyn hisses, sounding scary as all get-out. “If you don’t let me talk to her, then this is over. You will no longer get my help, Bronx.”
“We don’t need her help,” Mikkalo says.
Bronx groans. “Brooklyn, sit down. We need to take a vote.”
The door to the bathroom swings inward, and Bronx leads Mikkalo and Jameson inside, but keeps the door cracked to keep an eye on Brooklyn. Everett steps away from me so that his brothers can see me fully. I don’t get a chance to slide from the counter before Bronx takes Everett’s place between my legs.
He leans in to press his lips to my ear. “I’m sorry this was ruined for you.”
I rest my hands on his side. “It wasn’t. Can we just get rid of her so I can get to devouring you?”
He chuckles, relief relaxing his hard features. “She wants to talk to you.”
I crinkle my nose. “What for?”
“I don’t want to find out,” Mikkalo says.
Everett nods. “Agreed.”
Jameson steps closer to me. “I’m too curious. I’d like to know what the hell she wants to tell you.”
“I agree with Jameson,” Bronx says. “Brooklyn doesn’t go out of her way often. So it’s up to you, Gwen.”
I flick my eyes to Jameson. “I want to know too.”
Mikkalo and Everett both groan.
Raising my palms up to them, I cut off their complaints. “I know you guys are worried, but if she’s willing to test you guys, it might be important.”
Bronx lets me slide off the counter, but he stays right at my side. Jameson takes the spot at my other side, linking his fingers through mine. Mikkalo leads the way, while Everett walks so close behind that he holds my waist, keeping with my steps.
