Page 5 of Feeding Frenzy

“Can I borrow your phone?” I whispered to Asher. Ren had brought my computer, but it seemed like too much effort to get up and grab it. It was definitely laziness.

Asher leaned away to rifle through the nightstand.

Ren rolled to the opposite side, propping his head on his palm while his other hand stayed on my thigh. He dragged his fingertips up between my breasts and down to my belly button. Again and again. A shiver coasted down my spine.

“I’ll make sure to order you one,” Asher said as he handed me his device. I found myself staring at a picture of myself—sleeping. I peeked at him from the corner of my eye.

“Stalker activities?”

All he did was smile.

I swiped the phone open and navigated to the web browser to log into my email. Yes! Peter had finally emailed me. I grinned.

“I don’t believe she’s ever smiled at us like that.” Asher tsked. I peeked up under my lashes to glare at him, but his attention was on Ren.

Whatever. My brother was different from them. I refocused on Peter’s words.

He’d arrived and magically, somehow, he’d found Asher’s contact information saved in his phone and would call me when he caught up with everything he’d left up in the air. When had Asher saved his information on Peter’s phone?

“You guys really did know I would get him away.”

Asher smiled.

“Thank you.” I slid my arms around his neck, leaning so close until my cheek rested against his chest.

Asher hooked my leg over his hip. With a smooth twitch of his hips, he seated himself deep inside me. My sensitive sex clasped onto him. I wiggled to move on him, but his hold stiffened on my knee. The bed jostled from Ren moving higher on the bed.

“Keep it right here, Pet,” Asher murmured huskily.

Ren’s hand at the dip of my waist tightened and his cock prodded at my entrance. The same one as Asher. I sucked in a breath, bracing for the stretch.

“Wait,” Asher groaned, and his cock throbbed inside me. I sank my teeth into my lower lip. He reached behind him, his hand patting at the nightstand. He tossed Ren something and whatever it was crinkled like plastic. Asher hadn’t been talking to me. He must have tossed Ren a small packet of lube.

Ren’s hands slipped off my waist, and I could only imagine him slathering the gel onto his shaft and guiding his tip into position. He prodded at my entrance again. Upon the first touch, it was so cold that I flinched, but he didn’t give me a moment to shy away. He moved, sliding inside me, causing the bed to shudder.

I gasped on an exhale. The already tight fit became even more snug, making Asher’s piercings pressed against my insides.

They filled me up too close to the point of pain. Ren returned his palm to my waist and squeezed.

“You have the sweetest fucking pussy,” he murmured. I wiggled my hips, in a circle. The wet sound of my movement caused another throb to travel through my channel. They both groaned. Ren slowly pumped out and slid back in. I thumped my forehead against Asher’s chest. He shuddered, just as affected by Ren’s thrust.

“Sleep, Pet. We’ll take care of you.” My eyelashes had grown increasingly heavy. Each time I blinked it took a little longer forthem to lift back up. I wiggled again, making their soft groans echo in my ear.

“You’re doing it on purpose,” Ren said gruffly in my ear. He lifted his palm from my waist and swatted the side of my butt again.

I laughed. My channel clasped onto them as if trying to grip onto them forever.

I nuzzled into Asher’s neck, and he hummed. A pleased, satisfied sound. Ren grunted and ground his hips against me. My eyelids dropped shut as I settled into a satisfied, sexual fog. My eyes became impossible to keep open.

I didn’t want to leave this room. Everything was too fresh, too raw. I needed to brace myself. To mentally prepare myself for whatever I would face. I had to be strong, but in my gut, I acknowledged I wouldn’t play second fiddle, no matter what. I’d wait, I’d see how this panned out, but I wouldn’t accept less. Or God forbid, sharing my vampires.

As selfish as it was, I wanted them all to myself.

TWO

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I untangledmyself from Asher and Ren’s heavy limbs, scooted to the bottom of the bed, and headed to the wardrobe. With a nudge from me, the large wood doors swung open. I rifled through one of the drawers for underwear and a bra. After yanking them on, I plucked one of the many neatly folded sets hanging on a velvet hanger.

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