Chapter 7
“The connection was spotty all the way out here, but I managed to get a hold of August,” War said by way of greeting as I groggily stumbled into the kitchen in need of coffee.
His words seemed to do the trick instead, perking me right up, though I still eyed the delicious liquid in Thane’s mug in front of him.
“Is Serenity okay? And Sean?” I asked a little too quickly, rounding the kitchen island and planting myself in front of the massive vampire. It took me a moment to register the fact that he was shirtless, clad in only a pair of black workout shorts and runners.
My eyes traveled over the length of him appreciatively, admiring the sheer size of him. War was thicc in a way that made my whole body tingle. He wasn’t overly sculpted, but he was powerful and strong. Warmth pooled in my belly, and I momentarily forgot that I was waiting for him to answer me.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he tried to hide a grin. He stepped forward, setting down his own mug, which I could smell was filled with cold animal blood. His palms closed in on either side of my head, cupping my cheeks. “My eyes are up here.”
My whole body flushed with awareness; the wolf under my skin was prowling and hungry. I smirked up at him. “But there’s so much to look at down here.” Reaching out, I laid a hand on his abdomen. His muscles flexed under my touch as he laughed.
“Bloody hell, will you two let me finish my breakfast before you start dry humping each other in the kitchen?” Thane slurped his coffee with unnecessary dramatics.
“Someone’s grumpy this morning,” I mused with a raised brow.
He let go of my face and glared at his brother. “He’s just pissed because he had to do some actual work today.
Thane made a nagging motion with his hand as War spoke.
“Yes, yes, we all know how much the famous Executioner glorifies the laboring of the masses in service of the state.” My eyes bounced between them.
“To answer your original question before your mind wandered like the dirty girl you are… Yes, your cousins are safe and sound.” I gave him a look, but breathed out a sigh of relief.
War was shaking his head as he downed the rest of the blood in his mug. I noticed just then that there were dark circles beneath his eyes that hadn’t been there a few days ago. He noticed me staring and tensed. “Don’t worry about me. It just really sucks living off of animal blood for so long.”
I frowned. “Does it weaken you?”
He nodded. “A bit. I'm mostly just tired. When we get back to the city, I’ll get a supply of blood bags, but until then, I’ll deal with it.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, but I knew better. He was good at hiding how the lack of human blood was affecting him.
“Drink from me,” I offered with zero hesitation. I moved my mass of curly hair from one shoulder to the other, exposing my neck. He took a step back and shook his head. “War, you need blood, and I happen to have plenty.”
“I’m not using you as my personal blood bag. Not happening.”
I rolled my eyes and looked to Thane for help. “Is he always this stubborn?”
“Yes.” Thane’s lips quirked. “Since the day he was born. My brother likes to fancy himself a martyr.”
War growled, placing his palms on the countertop and leaning toward the warlock. “You’re talking out of your fucking ass, man. I’m not being stubborn; I just don’t think Trix needs me sucking on her fucking carotid while she’s forced to hide out here with us against her will.”
I folded my arms over my chest and frowned up at him. “You can't hold me against my will if you try, big guy. It happened once, but never again.”
Thane chuckled, and I glared at him, too. “Technically, you were held captive twice.” He held up two fingers and wiggled them. “We did bail you out of jail just a week and a half ago.”
I waved him off. “Doesn’t count. I went willingly.” I met War’s eyes again. “I wouldn't offer my blood to just anyone. I trust you, and you need it if you’re going to keep me safe from the big bad witch who wants to kill me.”
War’s expression softened. “You’re too trusting. You shouldn’t be so willing to give your blood away like that. It’s dangerous.”
I tilted my head to the side. “I’m a big girl. I think I can handle a little sucky sucky.”
War groaned, as did Thane. “Don’t call it that, oh my god.” He shook his head, trying not to laugh, but I could see the temptation in his eyes. His fangs had already descended, and I knew he was struggling to control his hunger.
I swaggered closer to him. “You know you want to.” My voice was sing-song. Tempting him. Teasing him. I batted my lashes at my big ol’ vampire, already excited at the prospect of him drinking from me again.
Thane snickered. “Just kiss already, will you?”
War shot him a deadly look, but I ignored their banter. I was focused on the vampire in front of me.
“Fine,” he finally relented, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him.
His lips crashed onto mine, and my breath caught in my throat.
It had been a while since we had kissed, and I forgot just how intense it was.
His kiss was hungry and possessive, his fangs lightly grazing my lower lip.
I moaned softly and ran my hands through his short, dark hair.
As we parted, I looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, War.”
He chuckled darkly. “You should be.” But I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. We had been dancing around each other for months, and I could feel the tension building between us. I was ready to take things to the next level.
I took his hand and led him over to the bed, with Thane following behind us. The air was charged around us, and my skin was sensitive and aching to be touched. “Take off your shirt,” I commanded softly.
He didn’t hesitate, ripping off his shirt and tossing it to the floor.
My eyes greedily drank in the sight of his muscular chest and abs, his skin smooth and free of tattoos.
My fingertips itched to trace every ridge and every dip of muscle.
I reached out and trailed my finger over the skin of his stomach, dipping my finger into his belly button.
He sucked in a breath and stepped out of my reach.
“Baby,” I muttered teasingly. “I didn’t know you were so ticklish. That’s adorable.”
He grumbled, his eyes shooting to my neck. I pulled off my shirt, exposing my bare breasts, and blackness filled his eyes, veins of purple spreading out under his skin as his teeth grew in length.
“I’m bleeding you out, not fucking you,” he growled, The Executioner coming out to play. I stepped forward again, but he put a hand up, keeping me at bay. “No, don’t. I can't always control myself.”
I grinned. “So?”
He was shaking his head, but I put my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He pulled on my hair, lowering his head, his mouth claiming a nipple. I arched my back into him, my hands fisting in the sheets.
“Fucking hell, Trix, you’re playing with fire,” Thane said breathlessly. He’d moved to the other side of the bed, reclining against the headboard, never taking his eyes off of me.
I slipped off my panties, leaving me completely naked as I straddled Warrik.
My eyes met his, and my breath caught. Something primal and hungry lived in his expression.
“Maybe I need this as much as you do,” I said with a tinge of desperation.
“You can control it. You’ve done it before.
Just focus on this.” I leaned down, dragging my lips against his warm chest. He shuddered under the touch.
“Come here,” I beckoned in a sultry voice, and I sat back up straight. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he rose off of the bed, twisting us around until my back hit the mattress and he was hovering over me.
I fumbled with the zipper of his jeans, and he sucked in a sharp breath when I fisted his length, pulling him free. I didn’t care that Thane was watching. Let him watch. Let him see what he was missing.
War’s eyes were so black that I could see my own reflection in their depths. His fangs were long and sharp, glinting in the morning light. He kissed me tenderly, his beard rubbing against my skin pleasurably as I dragged my nails over his scalp.
With a growl under his breath, he slipped inside of me, my thighs parting wide for him, making room for how large he was. I was tiny beneath his behemoth body, and it thrilled me.
My lips parted on a moan as he slid in deeper, stretching me wide as I moaned, my inner muscles tightening around him, pulling him deeper. Thane cursed as he watched us, and the room seemed to fill with static electricity.
War gripped my thighs, leaving bruises as he began to piston in and out of me.
He grunted every time he bottomed out. I arched my neck to the side, exposing my artery, thrumming like crazy in anticipation.
He fucked me harder and faster, each stroke making me cry out.
Idly, I wondered if Gareth could hear us wherever he was in the woods.
War lowered his face to my throat and breathed in deeply before I felt the piercing of his fangs in my skin.
A burst of pleasure rolled through me like nothing I’d felt before he drank from me.
A vampire’s bite was said to be like a drug, and now I understood.
He pulled from me, my blood sliding down his throat as his tongue lapped at my skin.
He never stopped thrusting, his cock pinning me to the bed.
I fucked him back, moving my hips in sync with his, needing more and craving more.
I could feel pressure building inside of me, begging to be released.
The pull of blood sent fire through my veins—an exquisite kind of pleasure.
I came hard around his cock, and he groaned, his thrusts slowing as if savoring each clench around him.
He pulled his teeth from my neck, and it stung.
Swiping his tongue over the incision, he cleaned up the blood.
I was already beginning to heal. He wasn’t done with me yet, though, because with vampire speed he wrapped his arms around me and flipped us over until I was straddling his hips again, his cock still buried deep inside me.
His hands cupped my ass as his hips rose off the mattress, fucking me from below.
He held my full weight in his palms, slamming me down onto him as his back arched and muscles strained in his neck. He was fighting his release, trying to edge himself until he couldn’t take it.
I cupped my swollen breasts, my eyes falling closed as I reveled in the bliss.
Then there was a hot mouth on my neck. A current of magic flowed from Thane into me as he kissed me.
The warmth of his body pressed up against me as I rode his brother.
I moaned when his hand snaked around my torso, inching down and down and down until his fingers reached my clit.
He whispered things to me that would have made a sailor blush or a nun pass out as the pads of his fingers spread my wetness over my clit, strumming me in perfect tandem with War’s thrusts.
I screamed as a wave of intense pleasure rippled through me—a sudden release, followed by a spray of clear liquid that covered War’s bare chest. Thane’s fingers worked me as War cried out, cursing as he filled me with cum. I felt every pulse and every shudder of him inside me.
He started to slow, his hands guiding my hips in gently undulating motions, letting me ride out the last waves of ecstasy. Thane pulled his hand away, and I immediately missed his touch. But he kissed my neck gently and whispered, “That’s a good little wolf,” into my ear.
Fuck, I was such a goner for these guys.
Even as War stopped moving, raising me off of his still-hard cock and settling me onto the bed next to him, I could honestly say I could go for round two.
As a shifter, my stamina was incredible.
But we had things to do. We couldn’t spend the entire time huddled away in the cabin fucking like rabbits, even if that actually sounded like a good-ass time.
For now, I allowed myself to sink into the mattress beside War while Thane stood up from the bed and went to the kitchen to grab a washcloth for me to clean up. My chest heaved as I fought to slow my pulse, and my eyes grew heavy. I’d lost a lot of blood just now, and I needed to sleep it off.
Maybe the hard shit, the worrying, the waiting, and the dreading could be staved off another day. Maybe I could just let myself sleep for a while and pretend that this could be my life every day. Maybe I was kidding myself, but it was nice to imagine sometimes.