Page 123 of Blood

As Helena continues to fuss over all my mates like a doting mother, Alex sneakily steps up beside me and wraps an arm around my waist. “Don’t forget, it’s my turn tonight,” he murmurs huskily as a rush of heat floods my body.

“How can I forget?” I reply, though my voice is nothing but a rasp of air.

A lot of times, things with my mates progress naturally, especially in the sex department. There are days when I sleep with all nine of my loves...and then there are times when I only have sex with one.

But during special occasions, like today, all of my mates tend to become a little—how do I put this delicately?—horny. Yes, horny. And we learned pretty quickly that there’s only so much my poor body can take.

Nine guys in my vagina? Hell, no.

I do, however, have five openings. Wink. Wink. Nudge. Nudge.

My ass, my pussy, my mouth, and my hands. We tried DVP at the same time as DP, but that didn’t work. Cocks were slipping all over the place like penguins gliding on ice.

So, we came up with a fair system to determine who has what hole during these important events.

Picking straws.

The longest straw gets to choose which hole he wants to pound first, then the second largest, then the third, and so on. The other men are forced to watch, unless I’m feeling generous. I keep telling them that they’re more than welcome to suck each other off as long as I’m there to watch, but so far, only Cal and Barret have taken me up on that offer.

What a shame.

Tonight, Alex gets my pussy, Barret gets my ass, Jack gets my right hand, Frankie gets my left hand, and Mason gets my mouth. Poor Dimitri, Cal, and Vin are forced to watch. And Hux too, I suppose, though I guess he technically also gets my right hand.

It’s complicated.

“I want you to fuck me so deep that I feel you in my uterus...oh, hey, Dads!” My voice turns into a high-pitched screech as three familiar faces appear in front of us.

Alex’s face drains of color.

“What were you saying, my darling daughter?” Lucifer’s eyebrow begins to twitch, and I swear Hellfire dances along his palms. “Something about... I don’t remember. I swore I heard the word uterus.”

“And fucking,” Dracula hisses, baring his fangs at Alex.

“Are you fuck faces deflowering my daughter?” Lucifer roars, the force of his anger causing the ground to tremble beneath my feet.

Barret takes a step closer to me, looking genuinely confused. “I’ve never touched your daughter’s flower, sir. It’s still in the vase.”

“Um, what?” Some of Lucifer’s anger begins to subside...though, really, he’s being ridiculous. The turd knows damn well that I’m getting fucked every which way every night. Just a few days ago, he caught Dimitri walking out of my room tugging up his pants.

We quickly changed all the locks on my door after the “incident.”

“The flowers you bought Violet to celebrate her graduation.” Barret turns toward me, as if confused over why Lucifer’s confused. His brows furrow together. “I’ve never touched them. I certainly never deflowered them. Do you want to deflower them yourself?”

Lucifer chokes on air, Dracula snarls, and Hera simply smirks at us all.

To me, Barret whispers, “I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“It’s okay,” I assure him, also whispering. “You’re cute. You don’t need to know what’s going on.”

He beams at me, as if I’ve made his day.

Before Lucifer can respond to Barret’s innocent comment, he’s shoved aside by my spitfire of a best friend.

Vanessa Van Helsing is the only woman in existence who doesn’t seem afraid of the three most terrifying beings in history. Even Dimitri is scared of them, though the stoic bastard would never admit it.

I’m pretty sure Vanessa isn’t afraid of anything.

“Hey, designated bestie,” Vanessa greets with a teasing glint in her eye. She wears the same stereotypical black graduation gown as the rest of us, though she passed on the hat, content to braid her brown hair around her face.

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