by Callie Rose
Hands found the hem of my tunic and lifted it. I raised my arms and broke my kiss with Jayce just long enough for the bunched up fabric to pass between us. Then we were kissing again, lost in each other’s ravenous lips as the men worked together to shove my leggings down. Kingston took over when they reached my knees, yanking my boots off before sliding the leggings down over my feet. He tossed them aside and nudged Jayce out of the way.
The hellhound made a noise of protest but shifted around to my left side, palming my cheek and turning my head to keep from breaking our kiss. Xero was behind me again, his cock a steel rod against my lower back as he wrapped his arms around me, dipping his head to kiss along my jaw as he rolled one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
I gasped at the shock of pleasure that zipped through my body, and then cried out into Jayce’s mouth as Kingston grabbed my hips in a firm hold and ran his tongue all the way up my slit, lapping up the wetness that had already gathered there.
My knees buckled when the tip of his tongue found my clit, and Kingston let out a noise like a growl.
“Hold her up. Keep her still.”
Command resonated in his voice, and once again, the other two men moved without question, the three of them working like a well-oiled machine as they took complete control of my body.
Xero’s grip on me tightened, keeping me upright even as the strength fled from my knees, and Jayce gripped one of my hands hard in his, grounding me against the onslaught of sensations as Kingston lapped and sucked at my pussy lips, drinking from me like he could never get enough. His tongue lashed back and forth over my clit, the strokes so hard and demanding they slammed right into the delicate barrier where pleasure met pain. When he closed his mouth over me and bit down gently on the sensitive nub, I tore my mouth away from Jayce’s to scream out a torrent of incoherent curses.
My entire body felt electric, and I was beginning to shake all over. Jayce didn’t give me more than a few seconds to catch my breath before he was on me again, his lips catching mine in a kiss that mirrored the kiss Kingston was giving my pussy.
“Come for us, Piper. Come on my tongue. Let them feel what I’m doing to you. Let them hear you scream.”
Kingston’s filthy whispers were muffled and broken as he continued to attack my clit with hungry, almost angry strokes. I was close, driven from zero to one hundred in mere moments by the all-consuming attention of three men. It felt so fucking right to have all of them there with me—so good that it almost made up for the gaping hole on my right side where Kai should’ve been. That side of my body felt bare and cold, and I swore I could almost feel a ghost of his touch, could almost smell his intoxicating ginger and spice scent.
Before I could spiral into the sadness of missing my fourth bond mate, Kingston stiffened his tongue and thrust it inside me.
“Oh, fuck!”
My breathless gasp ended on a groan as Xero tightened his grip on me, using the tighter hold to work my nipples even harder. He was so turned on that he’d begun rhythmically thrusting his hips, grinding his cock against me in the same tempo that Kingston was shoving his tongue into me.
Good fucking lord. Was his tongue like that before he was turned, or did it get extra long when he became a dragon shifter?
It felt like he was already fucking me, and I bucked against him, riding his face shamelessly as his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips. I was barely standing on my own anymore, held up by Xero, pressed between him and Kingston as I surrendered completely to the pleasure rocketing through me.
Jayce made a pleased little noise as he licked at my lips and swept his tongue into my mouth, obviously pleased with what the other two men’s ministrations were doing to me.
I pulled my hand out of his, palming the back of his head and pressing our foreheads together as I sucked in air.
“I’m gonna come, Jayce. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come so hard—I—”
My words were quiet and breathless, whispered against his lips as if they were a dirty little secret. As a succubus, I’d grown used to being in control of my pleasure, but in this moment, I wasn’t in control of anything. I was standing at the base of a mountain watching a boulder roll toward me, unable to do a single thing to stop it from smashing into me.
“It’s okay, baby. We’ve got you, Pipes. We won’t let go.”
There was heat in Jayce’s voice, but something else too. Something that landed in my chest and settled there, finally allowing me to let go completely. All my muscles relaxed, trusting Xero to hold me up—and like a hose that’d suddenly become unkinked, a wave of overwhelming ecstasy flowed through me unimpeded, filling up my body to the brim.
I came so hard my vision went white and then gray, and a loud cry spilled from my lips.
Kingston groaned in satisfaction, licking up every last bit of my sticky arousal and sending little aftershocks of pleasure through me every time he brushed against my clit. With his hands still digging into my hips, he tilted his head to look up at me.
The bottom half of his face was wet, and I might’ve been a little embarrassed about that if the sight hadn’t turned me on so fucking much.
“I’ve been wanting to do that again ever since that day in the locker room,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth. “I’ve been starving for you, Piper.”
Pure truth resonated in his voice, and my pussy clenched hard, demanding to be filled, insisting on it.
I wanted Kingston inside me. I wanted to cross that line with him, to feel his cock stretching my walls and to feel him come undone, filling my womb with his hot cum.
But despite the raw lust gleaming in his emerald eyes, I could see hesitation in them too. He still wasn’t ready, and the last fucking thing I wanted to do was break this amazing moment by pushing for something he couldn’t give yet. He’d already given me one of the most intense orgasms of my life—a bar that was steadily rising higher and higher—and more than that, he was here. He’d chosen to come with us, and that meant a whole hell of a lot.
“Come here.”
Xero’s voice behind me was a low rumble. Keeping his arms locked around me, he walked us backward until we hit the small, squat couch in the middle of the little room. He sank down to sit on it, pulling me with him until I was situated on his lap. The other two men walked toward us, twin looks of desire on their faces as their gazes traced over my naked form draped over Xero’s larger one, my back pressed to his front and my legs spread over his knees. I could feel wetness slowly leaking from me, and I was sure they could see it glistening on my inner thighs.
“Stand up, Piper,” Xero murmured from behind me. “Just for a second.”
I did, never looking away from the two men as they drew even closer to us. There was a rustle of fabric behind me, and when I glanced down, I saw that Xero had shoved his pants down enough to free his cock. He held the thick, heavy shaft in his fist, and his mesmerizing brown eyes sparked with desire as he gestured to me with his other hand.
“Come sit on me. Let me fill you up.”
Oh, shit. You don’t have to tell me twice.
My heartbeat picked up in my chest as I slowly sank back down onto his lap, draping my legs over his and placing my hands on his knees to steady myself. I impaled myself on his cock in a slow glide, letting out a low moan as he filled me completely. This angle allowed him to get deep, so deep, and it felt fucking incredible.
Jayce and Kingston were still watching with heavy-lidded eyes, looking almost drugged as they stared at the place where Xero and I were connected. When I rose up and sank back down, they both let out husky, tortured sounds. Jayce stepped forward first, not shy at all about asking for what he wanted. His hand went to his pants, pushing them down and drawing out his cock in a smooth motion.
I licked my lips hungrily, breathing harder as I slid up and down Xero’s thick shaft again. Then I pulled Jayce a little closer and leaned forward slightly to wrap my mouth around his cock.
“Ah, fuck, Pipes. That’s so fucking good.
”
He tipped his head back, the muscles in his neck straining as I bobbed up and down his length, coating him in saliva. A second later, Kingston stepped forward to stand alongside Jayce. I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed, and he muttered something under his breath.
Finding my rhythm as I fucked Xero slow and steady, I switched, fisting Jayce’s cock as I wrapped my lips around Kingston’s. The fire demon beneath me kept a steadying grip on my hips, where the bruises from Kingston’s hands had already faded, healed by the pulsing power gathering inside of me.
The quiet little room became filled with the sounds of our pleasure—little whimpers and moans, sharp breaths, whispered gasps—and the noises just drove my arousal higher. It felt like we were in a bubble, the four of us encased and protected from anything in the outside world for these few precious minutes.
“God, you feel so good, Piper.”
Keeping one hand on my hip, Xero slid his other forward, brushing his fingers over my clit and making me jump. It was still so fucking sensitive, but he started slow, building from small, teasing circles to harder, more intense ones.
As he worked me up to another peak, I worked the men in front of me, alternating between my hands and my mouth as I sucked them in deep and jerked them off.
Overwhelming arousal seemed to fill every bit of the small room, until I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My body spasmed and tightened as another orgasm crashed through me, and Xero pumped up into me hard twice before freezing, his cum filling me in jerky pulses.
Kingston fisted my hair at the roots, yanking my head back to look at them as he and Jayce both grunted and exploded at the same time. Thick ropes of cum spattered across my neck and chest, coating my breasts. It felt like it infused me from the inside out, the addictive magic of their desire better than any drug in existence.
Xero brushed my hair to one side and kissed my neck, his cock still sheathed inside me. The other two men gazed down at me with eyes that softened in the wake of a powerful release, deep sky blue irises and dark green ones gleaming in the dim light.
I was buzzing with power in the afterglow.
Power… and something else.
A hint of ginger and spice caught my nose again, something I thought I had just imagined earlier. Instinctively, I turned to look at the door that opened onto the hidden staircase.
Kai stood in the shadows just beyond the doorway. He stared back at me, his dark eyes burning in the dim light.
How long had he been standing there? Had he been watching us do—all of that?
Before I could ask him anything, he turned and slunk away.
What the hell?
Chapter Eight
As the days and weeks went by, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Why the hell had Kai just watched? He’d obviously been drawn to us, brought up to that little room by the pull that connected him to me. Why hadn’t he stepped in and joined us when he’d obviously wanted to? He’d been hard as a rock, I was sure of it. The thread that bound us was tenuous sometimes, but I’d been able to feel his arousal.
So why had he hidden in the shadows like that? Maybe he had just wanted to creep me out somehow.
But it hadn’t been creepy. It was actually kind of hot. I’d made myself come several times since then imagining him watching the four of us, imagining his cock straining for release. A little pathetic maybe, but since I wasn’t getting any actual sex from the moody-ass vampire, I was desperate for even that small connection to him. Hey, a succubus does what she’s gotta do.
I wished I knew what was going on with him, but he still wouldn’t talk to me.
It wasn’t like we had nothing to talk about. He had drunk my blood, after all. That seemed like a significant enough incident that we should have at least addressed it in passing, but he hadn’t even given me that much. It was like nothing had ever happened—or he wanted to pretend nothing had happened anyway.
By the twelfth week of classes, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I didn’t hear a thing my teacher said all first period; I was too busy trying to bore holes in Kai’s back with my eyes.
He must’ve been able to feel my heavy glare because he tried to disappear into the crowd the minute class let out, but I wasn’t having it. I followed him down the corridor, and the second he broke away from a cluster of students, I grabbed his arm.
“Hey!”
“Hush,” I growled at him. “Come with me.”
He lowered his voice, a flicker of concern lighting in his eyes. “Is the school under attack?”
I didn’t answer. If I told him “no”, he’d probably slip my grasp, and I was sick of dancing around like this. So before he could protest any further, I dragged him into a closet and planted myself between him and the door. He gave me a confused look, his expression slowly morphing into one of anger.
“What’s going on, Piper?”
“That is exactly what I want to know,” I shot back. I’d been rehearsing a speech all through Hiding in Plain Sight, but now that I was face-to-face with him, I just blurted out whatever came into my head. “You drank my blood, Kai! Remember? Months ago. And we’ve never talked about it. We’ve never addressed it. You’re completely avoiding me now, and I want to know why.”
He scowled, making a move like he was going to try to push past me and out of the room. I straightened my shoulders and glared, not budging an inch.
“No! I’m not letting this go, Kai.”
“Clearly.”
“So?”
He fisted his hands, looking like he was strongly considering violent means to remove me from his way. A muscle in his jaw jumped as he clenched his teeth, breathing hard.
I didn’t move though. I stayed right where I was, staring him down with my arms crossed. Honestly, I was so fucking hungry for anything from this guy that even the sustained eye contact as we glared at each other was fueling my succubus side just a little. It was sort of like eating a single grape when you’ve been starving for weeks, but what the hell. I’d take it.
Finally, after several long moments, some of the harsh tension drained from him. He raked his fingers through his sleek black hair and blew out a breath.
“Have you ever wondered why vampires often kill their victims?”
“Uh…because they’re fallen supernaturals and they’re hungry?”
He shook his head. “There’s a bond. A deep, unbreakable bond formed when a vampire drinks from another person. It’s an addiction.”
“So you’re an addict, and I pushed you off the wagon,” I concluded. I didn’t love the sound of that, but it definitely explained why he’d been avoiding me.
“No.” He shook his head, his wild, spicy scent filling the small closet and making my mouth water. “You’re the addict. Or you will be. If that ever happens again.”
I blinked. Uh, that was not where I thought this was going.
Chewing on my lip, I thought of the way his porcelain teeth had felt as they slid into my vein and shuddered with arousal and a touch of fear.
“Okay, sure, it was kinda hot,” I admitted, in the understatement of the century. “But I’m not addicted to you.”
“You don’t crave it?” His pupils slid into predatory slits, the vampire side of him rising closer to the surface.
I shook my head, although I was suddenly having a hard time swallowing. Or breathing.
“You will,” he said, his voice husky. “You’ll need me. You’ll come to me to get your fix, and nothing will ever be enough. The more I drink, the stronger the bond will become. Eventually, you won’t be able to stand being apart from me.”
I laughed. “And? That sounds like an average Tuesday.”
He looked startled, jerking his head back as his eyes widened.
Cocking my head, I squinted at him in disbelief. “You really don’t get it, do you? You—the four of you—are pieces of me. I already want you around all the time.”
“This is different,” he insisted stubbornly, and irritation s
piked in my veins. “It’s—it’s the way I feel when I’m around you. It’s that primal draw, the insatiable desire. It’s consuming. I want to spare you from that.”
“Spare me? Yes, please, spare me.” Annoyance was building into fury. He wasn’t listening to me. “You know what, I don’t think your motives are so goddamn pure. You’re not doing this to protect me from shit. This is about you. I think you liked drinking from me, and I think you hate yourself for liking it.”
“Piper, come on.” His features hardened, but he wouldn’t meet my gaze anymore. “I care about you, and I don’t want you to suffer like I suffer, that’s all.”
I ground my teeth together. “You have no idea what I suffer, Kai.”
But he was about to. This bullshit had gone on long enough, and I was sick of him acting like his rejection of me was for my damn benefit.
I cast my gaze around the small room, spotting a small knife on one of the supply shelves. Anger making me reckless and impulsive, I snatched it up and held it to my wrist.
Kai’s eyes widened, his body going completely still.
“What… what are you doing?”
“What’s the matter?” I taunted, frustration and pain raging through me. “Afraid of a little blood?”
“Piper, don’t—”
But I didn’t listen. I didn’t even give him a chance to finish. I just pressed the blade down against the soft flesh of my wrist and pulled, ripping my vein open. Pain flared, and I suppressed a gasp as blood trickled onto the floor in a steady stream.
“Look at all that lovely blood, just going to waste.” I shook my head, breathing hard. “What a shame.”
“Piper!” Kai’s voice was a ragged shout, his expression contorted with too many emotions to identify. “Jesus, what the fuck? You cut too deep, you’re going to bleed out!”
“And it’s all going to be on the floor. Too bad.” I wasn’t lightheaded yet, but I knew I would be soon. He was right. I had cut deep. This was possibly one of the most bone-headed moves I’d ever made, but I was desperate to get some reaction out of this ice-cold man. “And what will you do then? Lap it up like a puppy?”
