Page 5 of A Killer Crescent Valentine

That was one time, I tried to say but my fangs had other ideas. At the first graze of them across Edison’s wrist, the scent of hot, ambrosial blood hit my nose and I sank my teeth in deep. Blood poured over my tongue, and I’d long since lost the icky feeling of drinking blood so only heaven and bliss and rapturous relief hit me.

God, it was good. He tasted better than anything, his blood the finest wine I’d ever drunk, and I sucked down gulp after gulp. My own blood fizzed, incandescent and shivery like someone had dunked a bath bomb in my bloodstream. I couldn’t get enough of the high, chasing every drop and rush of pleasure until fingers clasped my jaw and pulled my fangs free, pressing hard into my chin. My pleasure only spiked, undeterred.

“Fucking stunning,” Edison breathed, dreamy and faint as he stumbled into the desk in front of me.

More. I might have said the plea out loud because the fingers on my jaw—Hugh’s, I realised, my wolf mate watching me with dark, devouring eyes—were pushed away. Slasher’s manic grin filled my vision the moment before he licked the blood off my lips.

“Give her more,” he urged Brannigan—and Hugh. My body broke out in shivers, the coolness clashing with the fierce heat razing through my blood, pumping so fast that my heart should have given out. Brannigan squeezed my hips in cool hands and thrust faster, using his grip to bring me down to meet each thrust, dragging sharp cries from my lips and making my eyes cross again.

Slasher took advantage of my cries to kiss me, deep and fast and starving, his skilled tongue turning my sounds to whining pleas at the same time he sucked any traces of blood from my mouth. When he coaxed my face to turn I thought nothing of it, following his mouth like it was vital oxygen. But I quivered with a shudder when lips mapped the taut arch of my neck on my other side, the trio of sensations making my eyes cross.

I tried to moan a plea but Slasher licked the words from my tongue and swallowed them. Every sensation, already knife-sharp, honed to a wicked point as kisses found the top of my bare back, rougher, harder than the kisses on my neck. Dean. Oh god, four of them touching me was enough to kill me.

A whine built, so loud and forceful that it escaped even Slasher’s greedy tongue, and Brannigan hissed in answer, rolling my hips in his hands until he found that spot from earlier, making me cry out. But I needed that missing puzzle piece, needed—

“Here,” Edison said breathlessly, a warm touch sliding from my knee to my thigh, rasping over bare skin. “I’m right here, Blossom. I’m here.”

My back arched, eyes rolling all the way into my head as Brannigan hit that sensitive spot over and over and over, Slasher’s tongue driving me to madness, Hugh’s and Dean’s kisses finding every weakness. When Edison’s stroking fingers found the throbbing pulse between my thighs, I fell off the edge so hard Brannigan had to hold my hips down, my whole body arched, taut, electrified.

“Bite,” I begged, strangled. A constant charge of pleasure wracked my body, squeezing my pussy around Brannigan’s cock, cutting off my breathing, curling my toes tight.

Slasher and Dean bit me at the same time, attune with my needs so exquisitely. My vision went white.

Brannigan came with a vicious hiss I felt in my pussy. The blur of pleasure, blood, cum, and venom in my body was too much to handle, and my white vision flashed to black.

Bye, bye world.

What a way to go.

CHAPTER 3

“Yuh my bitch now, devil,” I slurred, coming around sluggishly. “Underworlssmine.”

A snort made my heart soar.

“You’re not dead,” Edison laughed, and my heart fluttered as I realised he was stroking my hair. He’d been holding me while I slept, stroking my hair, watching me sleep.1 “You just passed out for a few minutes.”

“Best news ever. I love you guys, I love life, I don’t wanna die.” I cracked an eye open, looking at his beautiful, harsh face, and brushed a sleepy kiss to his jaw. “I also really, really, really love orgasms. Did you know?”

Edison snorted, kissing my forehead. “Yeah, Blossom, I know. You’ve mentioned it a few times.”

“A few hundred,” Hugh said with a low, rumbly laugh that made my blood thump faster. “Are you okay, little scorpion?”

“Good,” I replied honestly, resting my head on Edison’s shoulder to survey the room. We were sat in the same chair I’d fucked Brannigan in2 and Dean was talking to my two vampires across the room, the three of them with their heads bent over a screen.

Slasher glanced over, his expression intense until he saw I was awake and a massive grin overtook his face. But the fact he hadn’t heard our conversation, that he’d been so focused on the screen, was a bad sign.

He strode across the small room to caress my cheek, lowering his forehead to rest against mine, long black hair spilling around us. “You are the most important person in the entire universe. I’m glad you’re awake, cream pie.”

A lump formed in my throat. I closed the tiny distance between our lips and kissed him with a soft, loving press.

“Cream pie isn’t a dessert,” Edison muttered.

Slasher scowled against my mouth. “It is.”

“No chance. It doesn’t exist.”

“Does too!” Slasher argued like a very bitey two-year-old as he pulled back from me.

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