Page 4 of A Killer Crescent Valentine

I reached for him, pulling my vampire mate close, and his hands joined Dean’s and Edison’s on my body, sending a trail of goosebumps wherever they touched. Slasher moaned loudly and pressed himself flush to me, kissing me with a desperation and passion that made my head spin. There was no stopping to gasp down air, no taking things slowly with Slasher. He burned with need and impatience, like he’d die if we stopped.

I ran my fingers through his long black hair, pressing deep into the back of his neck to reassure him I was here and not going anywhere. His tension unspooled like I’d hit a magic Stress Undo button.

He only stopped kissing me when my head began to spin and he felt it through the mate bond. My eyes fluttered when he stroked my cheek, the touch so tender it pulled my lips into a smile. Apparently, he needed to taste my smile because he ran his tongue along the seam of my lips.

“She’s ready for you now,” he said, even huskier than before we kissed.

I blinked, a little dazed,2 as he, Edison, and Dean helped me find my way back to the spinny chair where Brannigan had stripped off his trousers. Fuck. He watched me with a focus that bordered obsession, his hand moving up and down his black cock. A vein wound down its length, stealing my focus. I swore I could see it throb, and I groaned.

With my mates’ help, I settled back on Brannigan’s lap, his cool skin against my heated body. My arousal smeared across him, covering his cock when he stroked it through my pussy, up and down and up and down in a maddening path.

“Please,” I blurted, frantically pulling the tie from his hair, unravelling the bun so I could grab fistfuls of it.

I gripped tightly, holding onto him as his cock sank suddenly inside me, his skin so cool, his cock thick enough to stretch me as he thrust balls deep.

“Holyfuckingvampiregod,” I blurted.

A cold hand stroked over my hip, pushing me down, nudging so deep that I grunted, the stretch and pressure intense for a moment.

Brannigan’s lips feathered over the spot where he’d bitten me. “Poor Hugh hasn’t been given a kiss yet. Why don’t you rectify that while I make this beautiful pussy come for me?”

If my eyes crossed at the combination of a deep stroke and his words, well… that was all my mates’ fault for encouraging Brannigan to learn dirty talk.

“Here, mate,” Hugh said tenderly, warm fingers cupping my cheek, a startling contrast to Brannigan’s cold touch. I turned my face up, softly moaning when he stole my lips in a slow, passionate kiss that heightened every bolt of pleasure, until every flutter of inner muscles around Brannigan’s cock became a deep, insistent throb.

Hugh broke away gasping, his eyelids low over his eyes and possessiveness curling around my soul like his wolf liked to wrap around me.

“Yours,” I promised, my voice breathy.

“And mine,” Slasher hissed.

“And yours,” I agreed, turning to look at my mates, a shot of pleasure clenching my pussy around Brannigan’s cock at the dark, hungry looks on each face. “And yours, and yours.” I looked at the sexy as fuck librarian topping me from the bottom and rasped, “And yours.”

Brannigan dragged his tongue along one of his fangs, his eyes sharpening on my face. “Ride me,” he ordered, his head tilting back against the chair like an imperious prince.

The order itself propelled me closer to release, and I bit my bottom lip, carelessly drawing a bead of blood. I wasn’t so clumsy with my fangs anymore, but whenever I did slip the blood sent my vampire mates into a frenzy. Now was no different. Brannigan hissed, jerking forward to lick up the blood, but a hand snapped out, faster than lightning, and grabbed a fistful of his hair.

“Mine,” Dean rumbled, holding Brannigan back as he lapped up the blood on my lip, groaning at the taste. His groan sent a ripple of pleasure and thrill all the way through my body.

“I want you all to bite me,” I breathed, rolling my hips to drag my pussy up and down Brannigan’s cock, dangerously close to the edge. It was too soon, and I was nowhere near done, but that was the amazing thing about having 1) multiple mates and 2) vampire lovers. They could give me two dozen orgasms in the space of a few hours, and they were every bit as insatiable and needy as I was.3

“Pass,” Edison remarked. “But you’re welcome to my blood, Blossom.”

“Gimme,” I agreed eagerly, climbing higher, a shudder working through me from head to toe. The surveillance room smelled like sex and blood and my mates, and every inhale I took drove me to a frenzied point.

Dean sucked the sore spot on my bloody lip and I moaned, digging my fingernails into Brannigan’s shoulders, not entirely sure when my hands had landed there.

“Please,” I whined, tension winding tighter in my body. Heat flared. My hips kicked forward of their own volition, taking him deeper on the next thrust. Ohhhh, holy fuck—

I replicated the motion and groaned, the sound coming from deep in my chest and more than a little wolfy.

“Move,” Edison snapped, and hit Dean with enough magic that the hairs rose all down my arms. “Here, Blossom. Drink all you want, drain me dry, I don’t give a shit.”

Slasher laughed, a whispery sound that sent chills down my back. “That’s my kind of energy.”

When Edison put his wrist in front of me, I salivated, wrapping my fingers around his forearm as I mindlessly rode Brannigan. I was so close to the edge that my whole body was a live wire.

“Stay in control, babygirl,” Dean warned, his steely command speeding the devastating approach of my climax. There was no part of me that didn’t throb and pulse and ache. “No shifting.”

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