Page 11 of Black Widow's Bite

I curled up in Cain’s bed, listening to the sounds of an unfamiliar home as I tried to drift off to sleep. The bed smelled like campfire and bitter spice, just like he did. Sleep found me more easily than I’d anticipated, considering all that I’d seen today.

Something woke me up sometime in the early morning, and I felt the bed shift slightly beside me. I was vaguely aware of someone’s breath on my neck and an arm snaking over my waist. It must’ve been Austin. He was quiet after that. A steady warmth pressed against my back. I drifted back to sleep, listening to him breathe in the darkness.

When I woke again, the sun was shining through a crack in the blinds, and I was alone in the bed. Rolling over to look around blearily, I wondered if I’d just imagined my late-night visitor. I knew the boys didn’t exist on a normal sleep schedule, so I didn’t bother getting dressed before I wandered out to the kitchen in search of coffee. There had been a coffeemaker sitting on the counter yesterday, but whether or not it was actually usable was another thing altogether. I started to hunt through the cupboards, looking for coffee grounds or filters. A check of the bottom cupboards produced nothing, so I started on thehigher cabinets. A bunch of bachelors living together left a lot to be desired. Their kitchen was in a woeful state of neglect.

I spied a coffee can in the second to last cabinet I checked, but of course, because everyone who lived here was a fucking giant, it was out of reach. I stood up on my tiptoes, reaching as high as I could, and managed to just poke the damn can further back on the shelf. “Damn you,” I muttered, pushing against the counter as if that would help me grow the extra four inches I needed.

Hands slipped around my hips, tracing along the waistband of my panties. It seems that my night-shirt had ridden up a little high during my struggles. I yelped in surprise, sliding back off the counter. The hands steadied me, and I saw a familiar-looking set of bracelets out of the corner of my eye. I hadn’t been expecting anyone up this early, least of all Piper.

“Good morning, little spider.” he murmured, hands moving up under my shirt to tickle my stomach.

I squirmed as he hit a ticklish spot on my side. “Good morning,” I replied softly, and he pressed a kiss against my shoulder.

“I had a dream about you last night,” Piper told me, hands drawing little patterns along my ribs. “I was dying all alone in the desert, and then I found you, my little spider, just lying out in the sand.” His fingers slid up over my breasts, rolling my nipples until I pressed back against him with a quiet moan. “I was starving, so I devoured you.” he murmured, spinning me so my back was against the counter. “You tasted so good, like honey and peach nectar.”

Piper knelt down in front of me, sliding my panties down my legs and discarding them on the floor. “I gorged myself until I burst.” He lifted my ankle up and hooked it over his shoulder, then shifted up so fast I nearly toppled backwards onto the counter. I caught myself on my elbows, but before I could scoldhim, his mouth was on me, licking up the length of my slit. He grabbed my hips to hold me still and plunged his tongue inside me and I threw back my head as pleasure rushed into my core. I tangled my hand in his hair, my hips rocking against his face as he fucked me with his tongue. I couldn’t hold back a guttural moan as he ravished me with his mouth, shifting up to focus on my swollen clit. He was devouring me just as he had in his dream, and I bucked my hips as he took my clit between his lips and sucked, the pressure building like a tidal wave inside me. I noticed movement in my periphery and looked over to see Wyatt standing shirtless by the stairs, hair mussed from sleep. I felt the blush spread across my cheeks at being caught in such a compromising position. Just then, Piper lashed at my sensitive nub with his tongue and the wave of pressure crested. I forgot that Wyatt was watching, and I cried out, gripping Piper’s hair as I climaxed. Piper continued to devour me, lapping at my slit until my legs were trembling and I could barely hold myself up anymore.

He finally released me, sitting me up on the counter because I’m pretty sure I would’ve collapsed otherwise. He kissed me deeply so I could taste myself on his tongue and gave me a roguish smile. “Thanks for breakfast, love.” he told me, and nodded to Wyatt as he passed, heading downstairs to do god knows what. I was breathless, still shivering from the orgasm Piper had given me, and embarrassed that Wyatt had witnessed all of it. He didn’t seem particularly fazed, but it was always hard to tell with those damn sunglasses he had on. He walked up to the counter where I was sitting and moved between my legs. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned close... and reached up above my head to snatch the coffee can I’d been trying to grab earlier. He gave me a little smirk, like he knew exactly what he’d done. “Interested in some coffee, or did Piper’s mouth do thetrick?” he asked dryly, and I gave him a playful shove on the shoulder. Shit, he was muscular. It was like slapping a boulder.

“Coffee would be great, thanks,” I told him, and he grinned at me. Much to my complete embarrassment, he bent down to scoop my discarded panties off the floor, twirling them around his finger as he walked to the coffee machine.

“You know, it’s pretty risky to walk around here pants-less.” he told me with a cheeky smirk, and I shot him a dirty look. He set about making the coffee, the thin purple fabric still clutched in his hand. Once he had the coffee going, he sat down at the table and held them up again as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world. I rolled my eyes and hopped off the counter, now fairly certain I wouldn’t melt into a puddle. I held out my hand impatiently.

“Finder’s keepers,” Wyatt replied. I tried to snatch them out of his hands, but he was too quick, holding them out of my reach.

“Oh, come on!” I laughed, reaching over him to grab for them. He took that opportunity to snatch me, pulling me into his lap. “You guys are like cats with catnip, I swear,” I huffed, as he gave me a gentle squeeze, nuzzling his face into my neck.

“We’re just so damn lonely,” he murmured. “And then you drop in, all irresistible. It’s like torture, not getting to touch you.” My face must’ve been burning scarlet by that point. Never in my life had anyone described me in that way, and the attention they were focusing on me was a heady cocktail I could easily get drunk on. I traced my finger along Wyatt’s tattoo, following the swirls down his left bicep and along his forearm.

“Did you do these yourself?” I asked, shifting in his lap so I could face him.

“Yeah, not all at once, but over the years I added to it,” Wyatt replied, his hand drawing patterns along my thigh. “I had another artist do my back since I couldn’t reach there.” I’dnever seen someone get a tattoo before, but I knew the gist of it: needles and ink. To cover his whole torso must’ve taken months.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, my fingers drifting down to the dark lines across his ribs.

“It depends on where it is. Some areas have more nerves or thinner skin.” He squeezed my thigh. “The pain never bothered me though,” he whispered. “It can even feel good sometimes.” I shivered as a trickle of desire ran down my spine. I kissed him softly, just a light brush of my lips against his. He let out a shuddered breath, as if he was barely holding himself together.

The coffee machine dinged, jolting us out of the daze we’d slipped into, and he laughed at the timing. I slipped out of his arms, pulling my night shirt down to cover myself. I definitely needed to wear pants in this house. Several layers of clothing probably would be best. He followed me, grabbed two mugs out of a different cabinet, and poured me a cup of coffee.

“I’ve got a client coming in this afternoon for a sleeve,” Wyatt told me. “Afterwards, maybe I can show you a bit of how I work.” He smiled darkly, and I shivered again. “Come to the studio rooms around 11 p.m.,” he instructed. I watched him stick my panties in his pocket, and he smirked before heading downstairs.

If this was going to be a habit for him, I was going to have to go shopping.

Chapter 14

Austin

The house felt different, even my little friends sensed it. All around my room, I could see flashes of scales as their bodies moved, unusually restless this early in the day. I sat by the window, looking out through the crack I’d opened to breathe in the day, and my twin vipers twined up one of my legs, jostling and hissing as they fought for space. Over on my bed, my sheets moved like they were possessed, the space claimed by more of my friends during my absence last night.

I had smelled Addy in the air from the moment she’d arrived, but I wanted to prove that I could be good, so I stayed in my room. It was nice to listen to the house adjust to Addy. I heard the floor creak under her feet and the walls hum as her breath filled the rooms with new life. I overheard Wyatt tell Piper that Addy couldn’t go home yet because someone had broken in and died in her bed. My lips curled in disgust at the thought of someone coming into my den - room, it’s a room - and fouling it with their presence. Addy could have stayed in my room if she wanted, my friends would keep her safe and warm. Nobody could come in here without my permission. I would stay up all night to make sure.

Cain’s door opened and closed, and the floor creaked its new Addy sounds. That made sense. Cain knew that if she stayed there, no one would hurt her, because no one could hurt Cain. Cain was the leader, so he made the rules, although Wyatt didn’tlike when I said that. Wyatt made rules too sometimes, but he was smart, so that was okay. That’s what Cain had said. Piper tried to make rules, but Cain and Wyatt both warned me to ask them first before listening to him. Piper got time mixed up sometimes, so he’d say things that didn’t work today but would work next week. It’s okay though, because Piper always forgot his rules anyway, so he didn’t care if I listened.

I waited patiently until the house told me that Addy was asleep, Wyatt was asleep, and Piper was doing something on the floor that sounded like crying, but I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t hear noises for Cain, but he could move like smoke if he wanted to, so the house sometimes couldn’t tell me where he was. Creeping down the stairs cautiously, I found the kitchen empty. I flicked my lip ring with my tongue. Addy’s scent was so strong in the kitchen that it made my knees weak.

The floor creaked its Austin sounds as I walked up to Cain’s door. Normally I would never come here, because Cain didn’t like people in his room, but I thought it might be different since Addy was already there. I slipped inside and for a moment I just watched her sleep, curled up on her side with her dark hair fanned out on the pillow. I was still proving that I could be good so that she would stay, so I didn’t wake her up, but I couldn’t resist climbing up on the bed and curling up against her, nestling my face against her shoulder. She smelled a little like Cain now, and I thought about all the ways I could make her smell like me, and it excited me. I had to behave though, so she wouldn’t leave, so I stayed perfectly still and listened to her sleep.

I must’ve dozed off for a while, but my eyes flew open when I heard the door creak, my body tensing around Addy protectively. I saw Cain standing in the doorway, eyes flashing red like the cigarettes he smokes, and I knew I was in trouble. Careful to not disturb Addy, I slipped my arm off of her waistand slunk over to the door. Cain grabbed my arm and hauled me out into the hallway, swinging the door shut behind him.

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