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I break away from my kiss with Draco and crane my neck to press my lips to his. He laughs against my mouth and sucks on my lower lip. “I’ll take that as a yes. Ready for more?”

His brother rolls his hips, asking the same thing with his body.

“Yes.”

Brayden’s hand moves to rest on my hip while Draco holds the leg resting over his, and together they roll their hips. My brain short circuits, and I gasp when they do it again. They find a rhythm that works for them, not too fast and not too slow, but hard and deep enough everything goes blurry. They tease me, pushing and pulling me between them like a goddamn rope in tug of war.

Strong fingers grip my neck again, and I suck in a sharp breath when Draco squeezes slightly, not cutting off my air supply but adding enough pressure to make everything buzz a little. Each touch growing more frantic, each thrust growing harder, more desperate, until each of us moans, the sounds wrapping around one another until it’s hard to tell who is making what noise.

The next time they roll their hips, I come, crashing through my orgasm so hard all I can do is hold on to them as they slam into me. They fuck me so hard I think I might break.

Brayden’s mouth hits my throat when he comes, rasping my name as his cock jerks inside of me. Draco’s grip loosens, and he kisses me, moaning against my mouth as he bucks into me one last time before his seed fills me.

It should feel dirty. It should feel wrong to be writhing around on the grass. It should feel sinful to be sandwiched between them. But it doesn’t.

Nothing has ever felt more right.

Chapter 15

RAVEN

The next morning, Evelyn winks at me and purrs. “Someone had fun last night,” she whispers, sliding into the cafeteria table with her bottle of blood water. I eye the red liquid suspiciously, wondering why she’s drinking that instead of going for a live vein.

“What?” she asks, lifting the bottle. “You’ve never seen this before?”

I shake my head. “No. I have.”

Bottling blood and making drinks with it is pretty common. Everyone knows the vampires have their own blood banks. People even get paid for giving their blood, like plasma donations, only the end result is some vampire gets it in a drink.

“I assumed you had a source. A living source,” I clarify.

Tipping the bottle up, she drains it all in five seconds. “I would,” she says after wiping the edge of her mouth, “but Blaze is playing hard to get.”

Yeah, while I’m wildly curious about what’s going on there, I decide it’s best not to pry and unwrap the cheap breakfast burrito. Blaze went out this morning and brought back a few bags full of gas-station burritos for everyone, which is good because we’re all starving.

“We’re missing a few people.” Carter sits across from me.

“Who?” I take a bite. No one said they had to stay here, but it makes me nervous to know they rushed out without so much as a goodbye. I hope they’ll be smart. The last thing they need is to go home and lose control of their wolves.

“A few of the guys, the ones who were mad at you the other day for going along with Jinx’s plan.”

I frown. “They’re free to go. If it weren’t for Peter, I’d already be back to visit Aunt Lou.”

Then there’s the matter of finding Bea. I haven’t had time to go back to the Other World again, and since Alice is gone, my mom is the only ghost I know that’s readily available here.

I’m definitely not ready forthatconversation.

“When do we think the big baddie will arrive?” Evelyn drums her fingernails on the top of the table, glancing around the room. “Gods, everyone looks so thin. How are you even still upright?”

Lifting a shoulder, I take another big bite to keep from answering. She seems nice enough, but she talks a lot, and she makes me a little nervous if I’m completely honest.

“I think their shifter healing is the only thing keeping them from collapsing. Raven’s only been here a month, so she’s not as deprived as some of the others.” Carter looks at Penelope who is sitting a few tables over. She’s probably the thinnest of everyone. “It’s amazing what your body can do when it wants to live.”

“Hm. Indeed.” Evelyn’s palm cracks against the top of the table.

I jump and almost choke on tortilla and egg. “Fuck,” I mumble around a cough.

“I have to go see to my sister-in-law. Try not to die before Peter arrives. Then Blaze will have to fight, and I do hate when he gets scratches.”

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