Page 29 of Cuddling Sucks in Coffins
HOT AND SWEATY DREAMSwrithed through my head while I slept, confirming that yes, I was a sexual beast who craved dick like I craved pie. Good thing my three vampires didn’t seem to mind.
I awoke panting in a bed, the sheet twisted between my legs. It rubbed everything so deliciously that I stayed like that for a while with my thighs squeezed together. Vampire blood did this to me. Actually air did this to me; it was my vampires who sensed it and knew how to crank the dial on my desire.
“Sawyer,” I whispered into the dark.
Because it was his blood pumping through my veins, it was his touch that could put out my fire. For now at least.
“I’m here, Belle.” Cool lips grazed a trail up the back of my neck. His strong arms enveloped me and pulled me to his chest, funneling strength back into my soul, exactly what I needed after last night.
I felt almost whole again, healed though starving, and not just for Sawyer. Right now, though, it was mostly for him. His thick cock pushed against my ass. I arched my back into him, sinking his arms lower until his hands pressed against my upper thighs. As if reading my mind, he stroked my folds and then groaned between my shoulder blades as he pushed the tip of his hard length inside of me. He was so big, but he took it slow, letting me grow accustomed to his size before he began moving. I urged him on, pressing my back against him. His thrusts smacked against my ass. Cocooned inside the safety he provided, I let myself go until he fucked me over the edge and I went moaning into explosive bliss again and again.
As I came down from the second or third orgasm, Sawyer sped his pace. Then, he fisted his hand into my long curls as he growled my name and came and came and came. His fangs sank into the back of my neck, and he drank, then lapped at the bite mark until it tingled.
Still wrapped up in each other, we lay for a long while, completely spent. Or at least I was. My limbs felt like cooked noodles, but while I expected sleep to drag me under, the outside world dared to slip into my mind. Ideas grew there for what I should do next, and they must’ve been tainted by the darkness of the previous nights’ events. These were not fun ideas, that was for sure.
“Sawyer?” I whispered.
He squeezed me a little tighter and dropped a kiss on my shoulder blade. “Yes?”
“Do you trust me?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, still inside you as I am, and not planning to do anything about that anytime soon,” he said. “Youwouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Good point.” I took a deep breath. “If I asked you to do something, do you think you could do it as soon as possible and not ask any questions?”
There was a pause, but only a slight one. “Yes.”
I nestled deeper into his arms, suddenly feeling very cold as I started to explain my plan, each word tasting like poison.
Chapter Nine
The next morning, Icalled in sick to The Bean Dream because I really did feel sick. Plus, I just wasn’t ready to face Sylvia who’d wanted me dead last night. That was sure to make things a tad awkward. Plus, I was way behind on schoolwork.
But not so far behind that I forgot to check my score for the biology test I’d taken earlier in the week. I aced it like a badass.
I had almost caught up on the rest of my classes when my three vamps joined me in the kitchen. They came in all at once, slamming my heartbeat faster and with zero weirdness between them about our shared sexcapades in the bathroom. Not that I thought there would be. The four of us honored honesty so much that I knew they’d have spoken up or not participated if they’d felt any weirdness. Still, I was thankful it hadn’t resulted in a Cockgate. That would likely be as bad as a Cockygate.
