Page 28 of Cuddling Sucks in Coffins
“I forgave you three the moment it happened,” I said instead. “That was not you back at the police station, and I know that with every brain cell I haven’t fried into a sugar coma yet. I trust you three implicitly, more than anyone in my entire life, and the only thing that carried me through the night was the thought of standing right here. In this very spot, with you three politely not holding your noses even though I know you really want to.”
Jacek grinned, and it was such a beautiful sight. “Funny that I was thinking the exact same thing about you. Not the nose part though.”
Despite everything, I laughed. “You’re a rotten liar.”
Sawyer crossed toward me and pressed the gentlest of kisses to the top of my head. “Have a shower if you want. We’ll be right here when you’re done.”
I dragged myself down the hallway and into their spacious bathroom, leaving a horrid stink trail behind me. We’d probably have to disinfect the entire house to get rid of it. While I stripped out of the policeman’s shirt and pants, I eyed the claw-footed bathtub and then the shower head above it. Shower. Definitely. That way I wouldn’t be marinating in my own filth. If I could even get inside it.
A hiss escaped my lips as I tried to pull the Kevlar vest from my body. It seemed to have melted into my lower back with the force of the bullet, effectively blocking the blood gush, and when I gently pulled it away, an awful tearing sounded like ripping flesh. I cried out, the pain singing through my nerves. Blood poured out, and I hauled myself into the tub as fast as possible so I wouldn’t make a mess.
Hot water cascaded down on top of me, but I could hardly bear to stand under it because of my wound. I scrubbed my hair and body with soap that smelled like lavender, and I inhaled the scent to keep from completely losing it. When I became too tired, too frustrated, too beaten down, I tended to fall apart more times than I cared to admit. It turns out I’m really mostly human, with or without my powers.
When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I clambered out and grabbed one of the fluffy towels that felt like heaven against my skin.
A short knock sounded on the door, and then Sawyer came in, instantly reducing the size of the bathroom with just the blazing intensity in his red eyes. No doubt he smelled my blood. He was already holding his wrist to his mouth, and then he held his bitten arm out to me.
My towel dropped, forgotten, and I stepped toward him, licking my lips at the blood trickling down his wrist, not because I craved it but because I knew I needed it. I’d drunk from Eddie before, so I knew firsthand the healing properties of vampire blood and how quickly they acted. It was exactly what I needed.
I pressed his wrist to my lips and sucked greedily, sliding my fingers through his. His blood trickled over my tongue in a slow, sweet caress. His bite had been small, as if to draw out the healing so it would be thorough. Powerful warmth surged through my body, sending pulses out to every part of me that was damaged so Sawyer’s blood could heal it. Already, the pain in my back faded, morphing into a hot spark that shifted lower, and lower still.
His skin felt deliciously cool, and I closed the space between us to feel more of it. Goose bumps lifted all the way down to my feet. My nipples perked, and I shifted Sawyer’s arm slightly so it would rub my nipple into an even harder nub.
He watched me with his red, hooded eyes while he licked his blood from his fangs. His jeans slung low on his hips, and his gray T-shirt clutched to his bronze, tattooed muscles that swirled all the way up his neck.
In one fluid motion, he swept one arm around me and hoisted me up onto the counter next to the sink, his wrist still firmly planted against my mouth. His silky black curls tickled along my neck as he spread my legs farther apart with just one of his as he stepped closer. His hard length bulging his jeans rubbed against my thigh. I moaned at the slow trickle of his blood, at the rising ache between my legs.
He bent to kiss and lick his way down my bare shoulder. It was when his head lowered that I noticed we had an audience in the bathroom doorway.
A buzz of excitement lit through my veins at the sight of my two other vamps. They were watching us—me, naked, while drinking from Sawyer and him rolling his hips against my thigh. Their eyes had flamed red, and their fangs glinted in the low light of the hallway.
I moaned in invitation, still drinking from Sawyer’s wrist, still healing myself while his magic coiled me up tight. Jacek growled as he stalked past Sawyer, his gaze locked on mine and then to the wound that was feeling much less wound-like on my back. A fanged grin lit his face with excitement as he slid his hand up the outside of my thigh toward it. His touch was gentle, refreshingly cool. He grabbed a damp washcloth from a nearby rack and dabbed away the blood with one hand while his other stroked my inner thigh. His fingertips kneaded the skin there, probing closer to where I was already soaked and fueling my inner fire.
Eddie held back, his blazing red eyes shuttered with lust as he posted one arm against the doorframe.
This was so intimate, such a turn-on, that even I could smell my desire permeating the air. There was no other place I wanted to be other than with my three vampires, who were alive and well and about to make me combust with what they were doing. I wrapped my arms around Sawyer and Jacek, feathered my fingers through their hair, squeezed them closer so we’d never be so far apart ever again.
Sawyer pulled his wrist away from me then traced his tongue over the bite to seal it. With his heated gaze on me, he dipped his head and ran his tongue over the seam of my mouth, tasting his own blood from my lips. Then he plunged his hands into my wet hair and kissed me with a hungry groan. I kissed him right back, matching his fervor while Jacek finished cleaning my wound. His lips brushed my shoulder as his fingertips finally reached the apex of my thighs. He teased my clit with just the barest of touches. I moaned into Sawyer’s kiss, the mix of his blood and what they were doing to me coiling everything in my body tighter and tighter. Powerful need sang through my veins, drowning everything else out but the here and now.
Over the bulk of Sawyer’s shoulder, Eddie growled. His red eyes sparked, locked on the three of us, and his hips thrust forward. Half of him was turned out of sight, but his arm worked furiously as he jacked himself off as he watched us.
I smiled into Sawyer’s kiss, struck by an idea. My fingers seeking, I found both his and Jacek’s zippers in their pants and freed their hard cocks, one in each hand. They groaned and pushed farther into my grasps.
As I began to stroke them, Jacek sank two fingers into my wet pussy. My hips bucked forward, almost spilling me off the bathroom countertop, but the two vampires on either side of me had me pinned in place.
Eddie roared his release in the doorway, his hips still pumping the air and the tendons in his neck stretched taut. Jacek moaned into my shoulder and rubbed my own juices over my nipple, peaking it so much it ached. Then he followed Eddie’s lead soon after, spilling into my hand.
Sawyer palmed my other breast, and he sharpened our kiss with a hint of fang. A low growl escaped him as he broke our kiss, and I stroked his cock faster. Then he was coming too. Hard.
Sagging against me, Jacek and Sawyer spread my legs wider, creating a clear path just for Eddie. He stalked forward, licking his fangs, and then popped two fingers inside his mouth. With his eyes on me, Eddie slowly pulled his fingers out and stepped forward.
“Yes,” I whispered.
My whole body begged for his fingers to come inside me. My heart pounded as if to leap outside my chest and drag him forward faster.
I gasped and then gasped again when he sank his fingers inside of me. He curled them as if to order me to come hither, and I did. Violently. Flying off a cliff with zero fucks given, at least at that particular moment. I cried out and rode the sensations over and over...and over until exhaustion won out. My eyes closed, and I sank into the safety of my vamps’ arms.
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