Provoke Me: A Reverse Harem Vampire Romance (The Last Vocari Book 2)

by Elena Lawson

  It was huge and it screamed my guys. Their clashing and similar tastes reflected in the décor and color scheme. The kitchen was clearly Blake’s doing. The clean lines and polished surfaces were so him. The desk in the corner, looking like something you might find on a fucking spaceship, was clearly Ethan’s.

  And the roaring fire and haphazard arrangement of the thick rugs and cozy couches was definitely Frost. Underneath all that rage and muscle was an enormous teddy bear who liked soft things and naps. I wondered if he still took naps now that he was immortal. Vampires didn’t need to sleep nearly as much as humans did. It was yet another reason to add to the list of reasons why it would be selfish of me not to allow Azrael to at least test his insane theory.

  If I could give my guys back even a modicum of normalcy, I had to try.

  “Want a tour?” Ethan asked, his muscles still tense and voice still strained.

  None of them looked like they would be able to relax while knowing I would have to be removed from their care in only a few short hours.

  I sighed heavily.

  “What is it?” Ethan asked.

  I grinned up at him sheepishly. “Oh nothing,” I said in a light tone. “I was just hoping my guys would sack up and show me a good time before I had to leave, but it seems like you’re all too distracted.”

  I pouted, biting on my lower lip.

  Come on, I thought. Take the bait.

  I could use a good distraction. And I could think of no one better to give me one than the three incredibly sexy and dangerous men standing before me.

  Blake’s jaw twitched, and his eyes glazed over with instant lust.

  Frost betrayed no emotion whatsoever, but I didn’t miss the unmistakable twitch of his big cock beneath his jeans.

  Ethan’s ears turned pink at the suggestion, but he lifted his chin and held out his hand to me. I put mine in his. “What my queen wants, my queen gets,” he said, and I watched his adams apple bob in his throat as he tugged me in the direction of the darkened hallway.

  My stomach fluttered and I shivered as the sensation worked its way out to my extremities, rousing the slumbering dragon in my belly until heat pooled between my thighs. With a bite to my lower lip the little minx in my mind sat up and took notice, too, until I was concocting all sorts of Rose sandwich ideas.

  “Aren’t you coming?” I called back to the guys, blushing like a maniac. Blake and Frost had taken me together before, so, why did I feel embarrassed for wanting all three of them?

  A puzzle of four souls, my mind whispered. That’s what we were, weren’t we? It just felt…right. And this sort of arrangement was already widely accepted by vampire kind. Why should it be any different just because I’m human—er—Vocari.

  “Someone should keep watch,” Frost grunted, crossing his arms. I could tell he was still pissed off and trying hard to contain himself. He needed to unwind, or he was going to blow his top. And it was never pretty when Frost went full beast mode. He explained those times as black marks in his memory. He didn’t see red. He saw black and often had little to no memory of what he’d done.

  With Azrael prowling outside, I couldn’t risk him losing it without me there to at least attempt to rein him in. “No,” I said sweetly, almost teasing, trying my best to keep my tone light so he wouldn’t suspect my intentions. “I need some Frost to temper my fire.”

  A rumbling sound came from his chest as he fixed his stony gaze on me. His shock of white hair shone with strands of silver under the bright lighting. He looked like an angel, and I could almost believe he was one if it weren’t for the fangs slipping out from his gums and the lethal gleam in his bright green eyes.

  “Somebody needs to—” Frost began again, but Blake was quick to interrupt him, tossing me a quick glance and a miniscule nod that told me he knew exactly what I was up to. He knew as well as I did that it would be unwise to leave Frost alone to stew.

  “I’ll stay,” Blake said. “You go on, brother.”

  Frost’s gaze cut to Blake with a note of suspicion, but Blake was already moving to the kitchen, his back to us as he reached into the fridge for a blood bag and then drew a phonebook out of a drawer next to it. My eyes widened for a moment at their store of blood. The fridge had to contain at least fifty bags all stacked neatly on the shelves.

  For a moment, my old self cringed in disgust until I remembered they only stole blood because they refused to drink from humans. They didn’t want to hurt anyone. This was them being responsible. Sort of.

  Ethan tugged my hand again and I turned to him with a shy grin. I’d been eager to get him undressed since the moment I saw him in that condo in Atlanta. But he’d been closed off then and still upset that I could never be their vampire bride.

  He didn’t seem upset anymore, or at least not about that. The tension was still there in his gaze though, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He didn’t like my arrangement with Azrael. I just hoped that when Azrael turned down his request to join me back at the cave, he would keep his head.

  Ethan was the calmest of us all, always had been, but when given a good reason to, he could be wildly unpredictable and quietly lethal. He didn’t stand for anyone hurting those he loved, and I had always been one of those people. Even when I thought they’d all abandoned me after what happened to mom…

  They hadn’t.

  They’d lived their lives to prove I wasn’t insane, and to get revenge on the vampire who killed my mom and tried to kill me. They worked hard to find me. And finally, they had.

  They never stopped being my friends. They never stopped loving me.

  Good, I thought. Because I never stopped loving them, either. No matter how I hated to admit it. It was the reason why I never had anything more than one-night flings with guys I couldn’t remember the names or faces of.

  “Frost?” I hedged as Ethan tugged me further into the hall. “Please?”

  It was the please that undid him. He could never say no to me. Now was no different than then. He huffed in defeat and uncrossed his arms. A muscle in his jaw twitched as he stalked after us, his heavy footfalls echoing in his wake.

  “Fine. You want me? You got me,” he said, his eyes flashing with wicked intent.

  Oh yes. Come and get me big guy…

  I let Ethan drag me the rest of the way into the corridor, but not before I tossed Blake a wink that I hoped conveyed both my thanks and my intent to have him once I was through with these two.

  I yelped as Frost took me from Ethan’s grip and swept me into one of the rooms. It was clearly Frost’s bedroom. There was a king sized bed with rumpled sheets and blankets, and a low-lit lamp in the far corner casting a soft yellow glow over the plush dark green carpet the light oak nightstand, and matching dresser across the room.

  There was really nothing at first glance that would tell me the room was his, but his heady scent was all over it. Warm leather and dried cloves with an undercurrent of tangy aftershave filled my nose and I inhaled the scent deeply, instantly turned on even more.

  “On the bed, woman,” Frost ordered me.

  I cocked my head at him, curious. Frost had surprised me before, on the other occasion where we’d fucked, he’d been submissive. Almost like he’d been afraid to take the lead. Maybe afraid he’d take it too far. Lose control. Maybe even hurt me.

  He didn’t seem too worried about that this time.

  He needed to work out his frustrations and I would be happy to be his outlet.

  But then he surprised me again as he turned to Ethan tilted his head towards the bed. “You too,” he said.

  Ethan didn’t argue, climbing onto the bed behind me.

  Frost didn’t look like he was moving.

  I quirked a brow at him.

  “Take her, Ethan,” Frost said, catching my wide-eyed gaze with a devious grin. “It’s only fair I give you two a moment. Rose and I have had plenty.”

  Oh.

  I gulped as I looked between Ethan and Frost.

  He…he wan
ted to watch us first…

  A burning began between my thighs and I barely concealed the flush that rose to my cheeks and prodded a small moan from my lips. The idea really turned me on. The little minx was purring loudly now, languidly stretching out her claws and cracking her neck in anticipation of a right good fucking by both of her guys.

  Ethan, sweet Ethan, hovered just in front of me, his expression unsure. I could tell this wasn’t Ethan’s forte. Where I was sure Blake and Frost had a multitude of experience, I wasn’t so sure about Ethan. But then again, I’d been wrong before. “Rose, are you sure you want this?”

  My heart ached at the sincerity of the question and I had no doubt in my mind that if I said no, he would back away without question. But looking into his warm steeped tea eyes and drawing in a deep breath of his crisp nautical scent, I knew I was a goner. “So fucking sure,” I breathed.

  His eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned, a dimple forming in his left cheek. I loved those dimples.

  Frost parked himself in a low chair next to the closed door, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, his hands steepled in front of his lips.

  As Ethan’s deft fingers undid the baggy jeans and tugged them off, Frost’s gaze burned a hot path down my pelvis to the pulsating warmth of my pussy beneath my panties.

  I let loose a small sound as Ethan tugged the jeans the rest of the way off and dropped them to the floor. Then he started with my sweater. He paused before he unclasped my bra, but only for a heartbeat, giving me another opportunity to back out.

  Not a fucking chance.

  As my breasts were set free, the nipples instantly pebbled and Ethan’s jaw went slack as he took me in. His breaths deepened and he kept his eyes on my face as he hooked his fingers into my panties, pulling them off slowly. Once they were discarded and I was bared to them both, Ethan’s eyes drew a curving path down my torso and fixated on the spot between my legs. He licked his lips.

  Holy fucking shit.

  “Your turn,” I said, pushing myself up to a seated position. I undressed Ethan without the practiced grace he had in undressing me.

  I stripped him with hungry, insistent fingers. After fiddling with the top button of his button down for far too long, I ended up tearing it from his body, the buttons scattering to the bed and floor. Ethan’s brows raised, but he didn’t complain as I pulled off his undershirt and exposed his smooth hairless chest. Not as buff as Frost, but his muscle was more defined. I ran my hand down the bumps of his abs and had his belt undone and removed in a blink.

  Ethan moved to help me, kicking off his pants and briefs once I had them off.

  He sprang free and I was left staring up at him in awe.

  Why is it always the quiet nerdy ones with the biggest dicks?

  Ethan must’ve seen my surprise because he winked down at me and began to kneel. Almost of their own accord, my hands moved forward, needing to feel the silky length of him to make sure what I was seeing was real.

  No wonder Frost wanted to give me a minute with Ethan first. I wasn’t sure I could handle them both inside me at the same time, not without easing into it. I stroked the satiny flesh of Ethan’s cock and he trembled at my touch, his breath hitching.

  “Fuck, Ethan,” I breathed, my pussy wetting as I rubbed and tugged on him, bringing him to a full and rock-hard erection.

  I caught Frost’s gaze over Ethan’s shoulder and saw that he had taken his own shirt off, and the top button of his jeans was now undone. His toes tapped against the carpet, counting down the minutes until he would allow himself to join.

  Ethan reached his own hand down to my pussy and slid his fingers over my wet clit. I sucked in a breath and he growled, his fangs slipping free of his gums. His urge to feed was taking hold of him, but I could tell he had it controlled this time.

  With all the blood in their fridge, I had to assume it was because he only recently fed.

  I leaned in closer to him, wanting to feel the press of his lips. He obliged, kissing me deeply, his tongue delving into my mouth, hot and insistent as I continued my stroking of his cock and he continued his exploration of my pussy, dipping his fingers inside. I quivered in his embrace as my sex clenched around him.

  Aroused, he moaned into my mouth and began to lay me down. “I’ll take it slow,” he whispered against my lips as he settled between my legs.

  I wanted anything but slow, but after seeing the size of him for myself, I knew it was probably best to ease into it. Ethan stooped his head to circle a nipple with his hot tongue as he gently prodded at the wetness beneath my legs with the head of his cock.

  My hands dove into his soft caramel hair, needing something to hold on to.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Frost had stood and was now removing his pants. His own proud erection sprang free. He reached down and palmed it, stroking himself to make ready to join the fun. I wondered if I would blow him again, or if they’d both want inside of me at the same time. I wasn’t opposed to anal, but I wasn’t sure both of them would fit.

  But fuck if I wasn’t game to try.

  Ethan brought my attention back to him as he bit my nipple gently, making my body jolt as he slid the tip of his cock into my pussy. I groaned at the pressure of him, feeling my body stretch to allow him inside. He eased back out and went a little further with the next thrust, shuddering as he did.

  This wasn’t Blake’s bondage or Frost’s hard and fast fucking; this was Ethan taking care of me. And I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had done that. I surrendered to him, grinding my hips to tell him it was alright, that I was ready to feel the full force of him.

  His mouth left my breast and he looked straight into my eyes as he sheathed himself inside of me. I gasped at the fullness, digging my nails into his back to keep myself from crying out too loudly.

  Ethan bent low to kiss me again, tugging my bottom lip into his mouth to nibble on it. He began a slow and steady pace, our bodies molding together as though they were fucking made for each other.

  He fit so fucking perfectly.

  So beautifully.

  “Ethan,” I whimpered into his mouth as I felt my body beginning to crest the wave of my orgasm.

  He maintained speed until I was heaving, my muscles coiled to brace for impact. My orgasm tore through me like a hot blade, and I clenched around him as wave after wave crashed over me. “That’s it, my queen,” he crooned, never breaking pace.

  As I came out of the orgasm, he slowed, and the bed dipped near my feet. I blinked through the haze of my orgasm to see Frost kneeling on the bed behind Ethan.

  “Flip her over,” he told Ethan and my golden knight obliged, wrapping an arm under my lower back to lift my torso with one arm as he lifted my right leg with the other, spinning me on his cock until I was on my hands and knees with my fingers curled like talons into the bedsheets.

  Fuck, he felt even bigger in this position. I had to adjust myself against him until I was more comfortable. I thought maybe Frost would slide under me, but as I turned back in anticipation of him coming, I saw him toss a small bottle away and stroke his erection with a substance that made it glisten in the low lighting.

  Frost splayed his fingers over Ethan’s back and my body tightened as I realized what he was about to do. He was going to fuck Ethan…while Ethan fucked me.

  My inner lioness roared, and my knees trembled.

  Ethan groaned as Frost entered him, and I felt his cock twitch inside of me. Holy fucking hell this was hot. I’d never been so turned on in my life.

  Ethan began to move, plowing into me with a renewed vigor, each thrust into me also a pump on Frost’s cock behind him. Ethan braced himself behind me with one hand on my right hip, but the other he snaked around to my front, his fingers finding my clit and beginning small, quick circular motions there.

  I kept trying to look back, I wanted to see, but I was so lost in my own pleasure it was difficult not to focus all my attention on the glorious cock working its way in an
d out of my pussy. And Ethan’s fingers as they rubbed me.

  I caught a quick glance of them, though, in between waves of pleasure. Frost with his mammoth hands gripped firmly in the dip above Ethan’s hips, his eyes shut in ecstasy as he fucked Ethan. His ripped chest gleaming with a layer of dewy sweat.

  And Ethan, his face crumpling as he moaned at the dual sensation. His soft caramel hair falling forward to shield his eyes from me. The sight of them had the quickening sensation starting again and I cried out, moaning loudly as Ethan hurried to come with me and Frost fucked Ethan harder so he would join us, too.

  Ethan’s breaths hitched and I knew he was about to lose it. He came with a strangled moan, and the feel of his climax tipped both me and Frost over the ledge—sent us sprawling headfirst into orgasm. Frost roared, pumping into Ethan one last forceful time as Ethan thrust into me, his hand curling hard into my hip. Hard enough to bruise, but I didn’t care.

  I was doing my best not to scream from the force of my orgasm, bent low to bury my face in the pillow as racking tremors of delirium-inducing climax rushed through my body.

  10

  The room was tense with unspoken words when we were finally all together again in the living room. I’d popped off for a shower and a change of clothes. I was immeasurably grateful to find Ethan had thought to retrieve my bag from the burning wreckage of my truck, the big and beautiful Black Betty—may her soul rest in peace.

  I wasn’t surprised to see that the pack of cigarettes and lighter were missing. The fucker. Frost may not have said anything about it, but Ethan would have plenty to say if I lit up every time we fucked. Guess I would have to do away with that old tradition. I huffed. I could’ve really used one after that…

  So, when I finally came out of the bathroom in a plume of steam, I was nicotine-free and clad in my hunting gear. My stretchy black pants and leather holster top with the bit that covered my scar—my loose-fitting leather jacket over top of it all. I even used a little of the men’s hair product and a comb to tame the worst of the snags in my hair.