Page 11 of A Killer Crescent Valentine

“Always,” I agreed, my whole body flashing with sensitivity. Even the cotton of the pillow tingled on my knees. I’d never had sensitive knees before.2

“I’m ba-ack!” a loud voice sang at the same time the bedroom door slammed open. “Did you miss me, my beautiful soufflé?”

I twisted my head to see Slasher kick the door shut and bound into the room, a plate of breakfast muffins in his hand.

“I brought breakfast!” he declared with the enthusiasm and brightness that said he was in a good mood.

“Is that blood?” Edison asked, releasing my boob with a pop.

“Not much,” Slasher dismissed with an eye-roll. Edison was right; Slasher’s white shirt, rolled up to the elbows, was splattered with blood. He put the plate down on the bedside table and grinned at the sight of me. “Ooh, pussy!”

I laughed, my eyes creasing shut. Because of that, I didn’t see him climb onto the bed and unfasten his black trousers. One second I was riding Hugh’s tongue, the next I was riding Hugh’s tongue and stuffed full of cold, throbbing cock.

“Fuck!” I yelled, the sudden stretch and fullness making my pussy ache. I nearly ripped out strands of Hugh’s hair. Goddamn.

I bit my bottom lip hard, a shudder working through me when Slasher began to fuck me, giving me a single, solitary second to adjust to the fullness.

“Jesus, give her some warning, man,” Edison snarled. His inked fingers stroked down my sleep-messy hair. “You okay, Blossom?”

Slasher’s cock hit the magic Pleasure Button inside me, and I gave Edison a big, dreamy smile. “Oh, hell yes.”

Edison laughed, leaning up to press a lingering kiss on my forehead. “I love you, you cock-crazed lunatic.”

“I love you, too,” I replied, “and thank you for the compliment.”

He shook his blond head, smiling and amused.

“Do not come on my face,” Hugh growled suddenly, and my mouth parted on a sad little sound, my bottom lip threatening to wobble. What…? What did I do wrong? “Not you, my mate,” he hurriedly added, brushing loving kisses around my clit. When I dripped all over his tongue, his growl changed tone, and he licked it up between kisses, making out with my pussy.

“That only happened once,” Slasher muttered, his hands stroking down my back, “and it wasn’t your face, it was your neck.”

I snorted, my hurt feelings swept away by pleasure and amusement. The smile slid off my face when they hit me with a triple combo of sensations, Edison’s mouth returning to my nipple at the same time Hugh swirled his tongue around my clit, finding all the sharp, sensitive spots, and Slasher adjusted the angle of his thrusts, rolling in sinuous motions that wrecked me.

“I love—mfuckk—feels so—ssplosion—”

“What was that, Blossom?” Edison teased, rolling my left nipple in his fingers as his tongue circled my right with deep, determined pressure.

“She’s gonna come,” Slasher translated, his hands stroking up my back. I broke out in goosebumps when he gripped my shoulders, keeping the same rolling, ruinous motion but hitting harder, deeper. “You’re gonna come around my cock aren’t you? My pretty pound cake.”

“Ah—!”

A deep ripple of sensation started in the base of my spine, curling my toes tight, locking my legs, tightening my thighs around Hugh’s head as he sucked and lapped faster, rougher. My back arched, head thrown back onto Slasher’s cool shoulder, and I came so violently, I could have tried out for the part of a possessed girl in a horror film.

“That’s it, Blossom,” Edison praised, stroking hair out of my face. “You come so fucking beautifully for us.”

I whined, pleasure wringing me tighter, squeezing my pussy around Slasher’s cock over and over, until he sank his teeth into my shoulder with a throaty hiss and followed me over the edge. I felt it in the bond, liquid heat and bone-melting pleasure hitting my soul, and my eyes rolled back.

For a long, long time I shuddered with aftershocks, and then I collapsed, limp, between Slasher and Hugh. I was a sweaty, weak mess, but at least I didn’t shift into my supersized blood wolf like last month.

Edison stroked pink hair from my face and leaned close, his lips finding my cheek and then my panting lips. “Happy Valentine’s day, Blossom.”

CHAPTER 8

Five hours later, Operation: Save Cupid was well underway, but we’d hit a snag. Now the winged wolf kid knew we’d found their nest and therefore wouldn’t return, we had no clue where to find them. Tracking with the feather kept leading us around and around the woods. We were back to square one—scent tracking.

It wasn’t how I’d planned to spend my Valentine’s Day when Dean was making me dinner and Edison had promised me a super special magical bubble bath, but there was a vulnerable child in these woods and no fucking way were we leaving them here alone. The next body we found could be the Cupid’s.

I didn’t know why a kid had killed three people, but we could ask that when they were safe.

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