Dark Awakenings (Danse Macabre Book 2)

by Christina Quinn

  “Naughty Mr. Vampire!” I giggled giving his hips a little squeeze with my knees. His hand skimmed up my calf and I shivered. But I was drunk enough that I barely registered those trailing digits.

  “It looks like you two are getting chummy without me!” Garrett snickered as he took a sip from one of the cups.

  “Drink me, Puppy!” I held my hand for the cup.

  “Puppy?” He chortled and licked his lips and glanced at Evan. “Just for that… if you want your drink it’s going to be second hand.”

  “Why do you have to be such a dick, Garrett?!” I whined.

  “Wow, you are wasted! Little Miss Manners called me a dick!” He snarked. “You want your drink…you either take it from Evan’s mouth or not at all!” He teased me before picking up the little plastic tumbler. “You can do five seconds right?”

  “Up to ten maybe…maybe.” Evan replied taking the hat from my head again.

  “Nah, don’t give her such len…lean…leniency! It’s my party and she called me a dick.” Garrett chortled before he took a mouthful of the drink and then kissed Evan. It was like he had done it before. Evan tilted his head back a little so none of the liquor was wasted, and then when the kiss broke he stared at me. It never crossed my mind that what I was doing might have been wrong as I leaned forward and kissed Evan. He opened his mouth and passed the liquor to me and then broke the kiss. A little bit spilled out of my mouth and down my chin as I swallowed.

  “Fuck that burns!” Evan grabbed a napkin from the stack on the bar and wiped his tongue. Garrett darted forward and kissed at the discarded liquid licking the spilled liquor from my chin. But old habit kicked in the moment he kissed the remnants from my lips, and his tongue lanced into my mouth. My knees moved to press together but Evan’s hips were in the way. I kissed him back, nipping playfully at his lips as he pulled away. We repeated the exchange of liquor until the cup was empty. Then Garrett picked up the second glass and Evan shook his head. With a sigh Garrett downed the other cup rolling his eyes.

  Evan lifted me from the bar and set me on my feet. However, the moment he let me go, my knees refused to take my weight. I sniggered as he caught me before I smacked against the cold metal floor.

  “Wow.” I chirped as I wrapped an arm around Evan’s jacket clad shoulders. “My hero.”

  “I guess we won’t be dancing?” Evan asked raising a brow. I couldn’t stop giggling.

  “Nah, I’ll be fine.” As I spoke someone grabbed Evan’s shoulder.

  “We’re going downstairs. It’s almost dawn and Leslie is…handsy.” Tristan tittered playfully. He peered around Evan to meet my gaze. It was my turn to have the thousand yard stare. As I stared I noticed for the first time ever that with Garrett’s new longer hair, he and Tristan resembled each other in a startling way. It’s probably just the booze. “Are you going to be okay with them?” I nodded. “Autumn I need to hear you say it.”

  “I’ll be fiiiiine!” I grinned at Tristan and he nodded a little.

  “Alright, Good night you three.” He slapped Evan on the shoulder before walking away with Leslie following behind him, in mute drunk fashion.

  “Fuck.” Garrett grumbled. “The only downside to loving you,” He purred to Evan before stealing a kiss. “C’mon, we’ll call you a cab from our place.” Our place? My head tilted to the side.

  Evan stooped down and picked up my legs, and carried me in bridal carry down the stairs and out of the club. I put the hat back on his head as we walked down the darkened street. The sun was just starting to crest the horizon when we ducked into the parking garage that was connected to another old warehouse. We dipped into an elevator and Garrett grumbled the whole way up. However, all I could do was stare at Evan’s mouth.

  “I’m so drunk.” I chortled as the doors to the elevator opened.

  “We’re all really drunk.” Evan snorted as his eyes met mine. “And I’m admittedly still a little stoned.”

  “Only a little?” Garrett playfully sulked as we stepped off the elevator and into a short brick hallway.

  “I only tasted you.”

  “You need to feed.” Garrett chided Evan as he unlocked what looked to be a massive random section of metal.

  “You were too drunk.”

  Garrett rolled his eyes smirking as he slid the massive door open revealing an apartment that just screamed Industrial chic. The walls were all old brick or corrugated metal. The occasional painting or photograph broke up the monotony of the walls. I couldn’t help but to stare wide eyed at everything. What I saw was hard and cold, every last inch of it.

  “This is the manliest apartment I have ever seen.” I exclaimed as Evan carried me through the apartment to the living room. He laid me down on the hard, boxy leather couch. You should say something nice about it. “You have a very nice manly apartment.” Evan and I shared a little giggle as he sat down next to me on the couch. “This couch… is so uncomfortable.”

  “I know.” Evan sighed between our shared moment of laughter. I reached for his hand and laced my fingers with his.

  “Garrett is going to be… sooooo horny. He always gets horny when he drinks. You, sir. You, sir. Are in for quite a ride.” I reached up with my other hand and poked the tip of his freckled nose. He took the fedora off and covered my face with it.

  “What makes you think he’s not the one who gets ridden? Hmm?”

  “Because you forget! I’ve fucked that man!”

  “You are so delightfully naughty.”

  “Don’t say that again.”

  “What?”

  “Just don’t.” I tittered biting my bottom lip.

  “What? That you are delightfully naughty?”

  “No more! That accent! You’ll melt my panties clear off, sir!” I squealed as I slowly pulled the hat from my face. I was vaguely aware that I could feel the sticky leather of the couch against my bottom. My dress had ridden up and I was too drunk to care that I was giving Evan an eyeful of my lace wrapped crotch. I suppose it was only fair—I did walk in on him having sex with Tristan and Leslie last year. My cheeks flushed and I continued to snicker to myself.

  “Do you have the car service’s number, Evan?” Garrett asked as he walked into the living room from the bedroom. At some point in time he had removed his shirt leaving his chest bare. I blatantly stared watching the shadows shift across his neck, pecks and the flat planes of his abs.

  “Y-yeah…” Evan stammered as he reached into his jacket pocket and fished out his phone. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was as mesmerized as I was.

  “Here I thought you liked me!” I pouted slowly sitting up.

  “We do. But… you’re very drunk,” Garrett countered.

  “You’re really drunk! Evan’s really drunk!”

  “Angel Face.” Garrett sighed as he walked over to me and knelt on the floor in front of us.

  “I’m…” I pursed my lips and looked at Evan and then sat up straighter. “I’ve…” I swallowed. “If the two of you are both… willing I’d…” I pursed my lips and smirked as I looked at the ceiling. “I’ve been curious…about what it’s like…to…” I wet my lips. “I really wish I was Leslie right now… she’d say something witty.”

  “I’m going to open a bottle of wine.” Garrett stood and started to walk deeper into the apartment. “Whenever you feel like going home…just let one of us know.”

  My gaze fell from the ceiling to Evan who was taking off his jacket. He paused when he caught me looking at him. The adam’s apple in that artful dancer’s neck of his bobbed as he swallowed. Was he nervous? Something deep inside of me delighted in the prospect of it.

  “If you don’t want to…” I trailed off.

  “Oh, I want to. I just wish I wasn’t so blitzed.” He chuckled a little and finished taking his coat off. I leaned down and unfastened the little buckles to my shoes and slipped out of them.

  When I stood the alcohol hit me again. My first few steps we stumbled, but Evan was there. He shot up the moment he s
aw my knees start to wobble. I quickly gained my balance, though admittedly the room was spinning a little. But I could walk unassisted. And walk I did… right into their bedroom snickering softly to myself the entire time.

  Inside their bedroom everything was so neat and clean. But the nightstand was open and there was an open box of condoms sticking out of the drawer. On top of that nightstand was an open condom wrapper and a bottle of lube. The large king sized bed that dominated the room was actually made with all of the pillows and blankets neatly folded. The deep blue gray bedspread was smoothed and spotless. But next to the closet there was a smear on the smooth metal of the wall. I was guessing someone had been shoved up against it not too long before they left. I giggled as I sat down on the bed. The simple act did in the bottom of my dress, pushing it up to my waist. Without any hesitation I lifted the dress over my head and dropped it to the floor.

  Evan stood frozen in the doorway, those gray eyes so darkened by lust they were as black as pitch. Again that adam’s apple bobbed again causing that tight pale flesh to dance. But my eyes were drawn to his mouth. Those lips of his hand drawn my attention all evening. His lips weren’t as full as Garrett’s, they weren’t quite as succulent but there was something about the set of them that I found irresistible. My hips swayed as I closed the distance between us and those lips of his parted in a slow shaky breath. That little tell of nervousness made my lips curl into a sultry little smirk as I slid my hands up over his chest. A small soft moan escaped that tempting flushed flesh as I stood inches from him.

  Bind him. As the thought crossed my mind I couldn’t stop a little devious laugh from bubbling up as I dropped my hands to the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. But I didn’t pull the T-shirt all the way—instead I trapped his arms with it. He struggled a little, a slight halfhearted struggle. We both knew he could shred that shirt if he really wanted to. I stood on my toes, and only then did I allow myself to kiss those lips that had preoccupied my thoughts all evening. They were shockingly soft. My hands returned to his milk pale flesh. My fingers slipped over those slight indentations of his obliques. My mouth ate away his soft mewling protests. Oh, this is fun.

  Behind me a cork popped and I jumped with a little gasp and stepped back from Evan. Garrett’s laughter echoed around the walls of the bedroom as he stepped between us holding a huge bottle of champagne in his hand. Garrett snaked his hand up around Evan’s neck and pulled him into a rough deep kiss. Evan’s lips traveled down from Garrett’s lips to his chin and then to his throat.

  “Do your worst.” Garrett snickered before the words were cut off by a soft groan as Evan’s fangs broke the skin. “Fuck.” He moaned bringing the champagne bottle to his lips. I was forgotten about for a handful of minutes as Garrett lowered the massive bottle from his lips and pulled Evan back towards him by his hair. They snickered and for a while made out in earnest as Garrett forced Evan back against the door frame. The kiss broke with a soft little pant from both of them. They nosed at one another as Evan purred happily. His lips were bright red and that oh so deliciously freckled pale flesh was slightly flushed.

  Colette’s words came back to me as Evan’s eyelids drooped and he turned his attention to me. Werewolf blood was like opium. His very pink tongue darted over his lips and I felt that familiar sensation of my pulse coming to life.

  “Mmmn, my turn.” Garrett growled as he grabbed Evan by the hair and pulled him back to the bed and pushed him down on it. Evan sat up on his elbows as Garrett unbuttoned his jeans with one hand and continued drinking with the other.

  “Maybe you should share?” Evan canted his head to the side raising his eyes to me. Garrett sighed and giggled as he turned towards me.

  “C’mere, Angel face.” He beckoned me and I walked over to him. The buzz was starting to wear off a little. My shyness was settling back in. “I missed you.” He purred as he draped his arm over my shoulder. That toned flesh of his was hot to the touch. It was like he was made of hot spa rocks wrapped in velvety flesh. “But what are we going to do about our friend?”

  I snatched the bottle from him and shrugged as I raised the heavy glass mouth to my lips. While I swallowed I was vaguely aware of hands sliding up my sides. Hot hands slipped over the pale lace of my panties and I groaned as I greedily chugged the champagne. My back arched as I withdrew the bottle from my lips and I found Garrett behind me.

  “Isn’t he gorgeous?” Garrett purred in my ear as he pressed his hard willing length against my bottom. His fingers closed over the bottle and he took it from me. In truth I was thankful that he took it from me. My head was swimming as I stared down at Evan and the growing bulge in his pants. I didn’t entirely trust myself not to fall forward, and I’d hate to waste such delicious champagne.

  Dropping down to all fours I crawled over his legs and nuzzled my face against that trapped flesh. The moan that escaped Evan’s lips was poetry as I traced the outline of his straining erection with my tongue. Garrett yanked my panties down to my knees, as I started to unzip Evan’s jeans. I moaned against the sensation of the open air on my wet and oh so needy sex. My whole body was throbbing to the cadence of my pulse.

  While I pulled the jeans down over Evan’s hips, Garrett reached around mine and started massaging the slickened lips of my sex with his fingers. I paused and let out a soft moan. But as I stopped undressing Evan, Garrett’s fingers stilled and then retreated.

  “He’s wanted you for a very long time.” Garrett groaned in my ear as he pressed his turgid flesh against the curve of my bottom. “You’re being cruel. He’ll only be polite for so long, Angel.”

  “Polite?” I sat up and looked at Garrett wide eyed.

  At first I couldn’t make sense of the noise the followed. There was a ripping sound, sharp and abrupt. Then there were lips on mine as Evan shook off the remnants of his shirt and pulled me hard against him.

  “Mhm.” Garrett chuckled out as I lost myself in Evan’s deep desperate kisses. My hands resumed their struggle to free him from his pants as he pulled down my bra and cupped the heavy weight of my breasts. Something hit my leg. I looked down to see the box of condoms and that bottle of lube on the bed against my leg. Evan leaned back from me and slipped his pants off, leaving me to stare wide eyed at his naked body. Those faint red orange freckles seemed to be everywhere the sun touched. I practically fell forward into him as I moved to inspect those inviting speckles closer. However I couldn’t resist the urge to wrap my hand around his pale pink twitching cock as I left a trail of kisses across those powerful shoulders.

  “Mmmn, I’m…I’m not going…going to last if you keep that up.” Evan purred as he trailed his finger up my neck to my chin, drawing my attention to him. Those gray eyes of his seemed silver in the dull morning light.

  “Be nice, Angel.” Garrett slurred out as he started kissing the back of my neck. Oh he knew me too well, his lips and teeth teased at all of the spots that made my whole body sing and shiver. My toes Pointed and I went stiff against him as he seized my pulse between his teeth. My eyes rolled back in my head as he worried the bite like a dog with a bone. Everything felt too good. I didn’t even hear the condom wrapper open, but I felt as it hit my leg. Garrett leaned me back against him as Evan lifted my legs and slowly eased himself inside of me. My every synapse seemed to sparkle as Garrett pushed me forward against Evan’s chest. My hips moved against his with a life of their own as Garrett finally released the bite.

  “Fuck.” Evan breathed as I wrapped my arms around him, leaving lazy kisses across his jaw.

  “Yes, Evan. That is called fucking.” Garrett teased with his mouth against my shoulder.

  “Fuck you.” Evan snickered out.

  “Later, I’m still a little sore from earlier.” Garrett retorted between lazy licks of my indented flesh.

  “Shut up and fuck me.” I growled at Evan who smirked.

  “Ooo, bossy Autumn.” Garrett rumbled as his hands cupped my ass and his fingers crudely seized my cheeks. I smirked over my
shoulder at Garrett.

  “I said fuck me.”

  Evan’s lips found my throat and he mirrored my kisses from earlier. Garrett stared at me in disbelief, with lips parted. Was it shock on his face? I couldn’t tell. I was far too gone to be anything but impatient. In that moment I was utterly greedy. I wanted to be pressed between them as they both forced their way inside of me. After Garrett nodded a little I turned back to Evan and our lips locked again, and then… Evan fell backwards onto the bed and I shrieked with a giggle. His hips continued their lazy, languid thrusts as I felt the bed behind us sag and the press of Garrett’s heat at my back. Evan’s hands slipped to my hips angling them back.

  “Relax.” Garrett purred as he placed his hand on the small of my back. I arched back for him, driving Evan deeper inside of me. The cool of the lube drizzling against my ass was almost sobering, almost. The champagne on top of the 151 had made certain sobriety was many hours away. As Garrett eased a finger inside of my bottom Evan started rubbing my clit with his thumb and a loud moan broke my lips. My head was swimming with impatient lust by the time Garrett had finished preparing me for him.

  Then almost in tandem Garrett grabbed one of my hands and Evan the other. They forced me to press myself flat against Evan’s torso as Garrett finally started to ease himself inside of me. There was pain, but they both made certain to distract me. Garrett left a trail of brutal bites up my spine as Evan continued to tease and toy with my needy little nub. My teeth set hard into my bottom lip as my body broke out in a sheen of sweat. To say it felt incredible was an understatement. Being pressed between the two of them made me feel more possessed than I had ever felt before. The fullness was beyond exquisite, and then Garrett started to move.

  Even at a brutally slow pace each inch caused a chorus of expletives to escape our collective throats. My fingers gripped their hands white knuckled as Garrett seized another mouthful at my throat. I writhed and twitched between their lithe, powerful bodies. By the time they both started to move their hips, effectively sawing into me I had lost all sanity. The noises that escaped my mouth were guttural nonsensical moans. The pleasure just built and built. I felt like I was burning up from the inside out. Then Garrett yelped and stilled releasing my hand. He shivered at my back as he pressed his face against me and I felt him twitch and throb inside of me as he fought not to move. I was so close that when he withdrew from my I whimpered in frustration.