Chapter 34
Kem had been missing for five days now. Five days. I hadn't even noticed she was gone the first day—I'd assumed she was working a double. Now I sat quietly between Wade and Jager, lost in my thoughts about where she could possibly be.
She wasn't at her parents' place. She wasn't at work. Her phone still rang, but there was no answer. The thought that she might be dead haunted me, though I tried to push it away. Each failed attempt to find her made me wonder if I'd need to start checking the morgues.
"What's wrong? You've been so quiet," Jager said, breaking my thoughts.
"I'm always quiet, aren't I?" I replied.
"Care to tell us what's bothering you?"
"It's nothing," I said, forcing a smile at Jager.
"Is it Ethan again?" Wade asked, her gaze steady on me. I shook my head. "Then why do I feel so much tension radiating off you?" she pressed.
"Where?"
Her eyes drifted slowly over my body, lingering as she set her drink down, finally stopping at my covered legs. "There," she murmured.
I swallowed hard. All the worry and overthinking must have built up this tension. "Want us to help you relax, snow bunny? Free you from that cage of tension?" Jager whispered, leaning close from behind. Her cool lips brushed my neck, sending a dither down my spine.
A cold hand traced up my legs, sending a rush through me like tongue of flames. I shouldn't be giving into lust, especially after days spent doing everything I could to contact Kem. But the release Wade and Jager offered, however temporary, felt like exactly what I needed.
"I want to be released," I murmured.
"Shall we take you home and give you just what you're asking for?" Wade asked.
I nodded. A night with them wouldn't solve everything, but it might help me let go of some of the weight pressing down on me.
"Yes," I whispered, pulling her close, my lips finding hers while my hand twisted in Jager's hair, urging her to kiss down my neck.
Tonight, I wanted to be claimed, just for a moment.
Wade, as always, proved to be insatiable, the greedy one who couldn't get enough, while Jager took what she wanted with a fierce confidence.
Wade's tongue was relentless, joined by Jager's in a way that had my fingers digging into the sheets.
Their enthusiasm was palpable—they were thrilled to be taking me home tonight, though I knew it was only for now.
By morning, I'd be gone, back to figuring things out alone.
"I want to be filled," I managed to whisper, my voice rough with need, my gaze drifting from the ceiling down to the two of them, fully immersed in their moment of pleasure.
Wade's eyes glowed with a deeper shade of blood-red, her mouth slightly parted to reveal her fangs, glistening with traces of me. Meanwhile, Jager's movements were slow and deliberate, ribbing my clit with soft, precise strokes.
"Filled?" Wade echoed, her tone hungry. She started to unbuckle her pants without hesitation. "You want to be filled with my cum?" Her voice was rough, her desire unmistakable.
I nodded, intrigued by her intensity. But as she went to lower her pants, I stopped her, deciding I wanted to make this last. Gently, I pushed Jager back with my foot, her tongue still hanging out like a hungry wolf.
"I never said it would be easy."
Wade's brow lifted in surprise, and she exchanged a look with Jager. "How much?" Jager asked, her eyes alight with curiosity.
I laughed softly. "Not money."
Wade's fingers twitched with impatience, and Jager's gaze held an eager question. I bit my lip, savoring the sight of the two of them, friends who seemed to have known each other a lifetime.
"Have you ever shared a girl before?" I asked, tilting my head.
"We have," Jager responded, a playful glint in her eye.
I raised an eyebrow, pressing further. "But...have you two ever been with each other?" I gestured between them, watching their expressions.
They looked at each other, both shaking their heads in sync.
"Then it can't be that difficult, right? Just kiss each other, strip off your clothes, and come fuck me?" I proposed, watching their expressions scrunch in confusion—maybe for more than a moment. Wade was the first to react, her glare piercing.
"Ask for money," she shot back.
"That's not what I want. If that can't happen, then you can't fill me. I'm willing to take both of you, whatever hole you want. Three holes, two cocks," I teased, letting out a giggle.
Jager swallowed thickly, clearly taken aback.
They were both dominant figures, and I was simply curious about which one would take charge.
Besides, it would be exhilarating to see them undress.
I arched my back, deftly unclasping my bra and tossing it aside.
"Come on, guys, help each other out. My hands are a bit busy," I said, toying with my nipples.
Wade slowly inched toward Jager, their hesitance evident.
Had they really never been this close before?
It seemed they had separate rooms and merely shared girls.
Their heads tilted closer together, and I smirked, reveling in the moment.
My breath caught when Wade's lips finally brushed against Jager's.
Jager instinctively backed away, but Wade quickly seized the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
"Damn," I whispered, a smirk playing on my lips as Wade began to strip off her shirt—though "strip" hardly captured the ferocity with which she ripped the buttons free.
Maybe Wade was the dominant one after all.
My jaw dropped when Jager grabbed her by the throat, exposing her completely in mere moments.
"So fucking hot," I gasped, mesmerized as they lost themselves in a deep kiss, the initial awkwardness seemingly forgotten. Wade trailed her lips down Jager's chest, kissing along her breasts.
"No! Stop!" I shouted, believing I had the two vamps under my control, only to realize how mistaken I was.
Wade continued her exploration, locking eyes with me, hunger evident in her gaze.
Was it hunger for me, or for the taste of Jager's tattooed skin?
Both of them were stunning—Jager's skin adorned with art and ink, while Wade's radiated a sense of regal elegance.
"I said to stop." My body yearned for those cold lips on mine, but it became clear that my plan had backfired. Watching them was enticing, but I craved their attention for myself.
Jager smirked at me, a challenge in her eyes. "Now you're going to have to watch us please each other first, while you beg to be pleased."
I realized then that I was the one with the tension.
"Maybe you should've just let us have you," Wade suggested, her voice dripping with playful defiance.