Chapter 41
The white ceiling held my gaze, my thoughts churning restlessly. Wade's bed smelled even more comforting than I'd imagined, and I considered just staying curled up there all morning. I could hear them moving around, and though I was hoping they'd eventually leave, it seemed they had other plans.
I couldn't shake thoughts of Kem and why she'd done this to me.
Here I was, in a vampire's bed—exactly where I'd promised myself, I'd never end up.
And now I might spend years with them...
if they'd even want me that long. Their promises of love and need felt like the age-old lies vampires told every girl they encountered in a new century.
They claimed they loved a club girl? They didn't notice the flawless, glamorous women hanging off their arms the other night? They were the picture of beauty, with lives that seemed untouchable and perfectly in order.
And as for the plot of land I dreamed of—could I even afford it on my own? When Kem and I were together, saving felt possible. Now? I wasn't sure. I couldn't just lean back and unload all my burdens on Wade and Jager.
I sat up in bed when I heard footsteps approach, followed by a soft knock at the door.
"Are you still sleeping?" Jager asked.
"Yes," I replied, lacing my voice with sarcasm.
I heard her laugh, the door opening a moment later. She stood there in her work attire, which meant she was heading out soon, while Wade entered behind her, dressed casually.
"Not working today?" I asked Wade.
She smirked. "It's just you and me today. All your things are being moved over."
My eyes widened in shock. "Right now?" I asked, throwing off the covers, realizing too late I was completely exposed. Both women's eyes lingered, but I was too panicked to care. My safe with the money—if I lost that, starting over would be a nightmare.
"Wade, Jager, one of you needs to take me back to my place. Now," I demanded.
"Why?" Wade asked, raising an eyebrow.
"My stuff. My personal belongings," I replied urgently.
Jager reached out, holding me steady, her touch grounding me. I hated how her warmth was comforting, how it eased my panic instead of sparking the cold dread I'd expected.
"These people are professionals," Wade said, concern evident in her eyes.
"It's not just personal stuff. My money is in a safe—my savings to help me escape this situation one day," I explained.
The thought of being trapped with them felt suffocating.
I could only tolerate so much of their touches; it wasn't that they annoyed me, but it was a distraction I hadn't needed until now—a welcome break from the monotony of club life and returning home alone.
"How much?" Wade asked.
"Half a million and some change."
"We'll make sure nothing happens. They can't take your money," she assured me.
"Who's responsible for the move? Humans or vamps?" I inquired.
"Humans."
I sighed in relief, then freed myself from Jager's touch. Standing on my own, I glanced out the window, captivated by the view. Gone were the clotheslines and gang activity of the streets I knew; instead, there were pool yards and thriving palm trees.
"Do you really hate us?" Wade asked softly, her hand reaching toward the window.
I rolled my eyes, aware of how entangled I already was with them. "No."
"Then what was that all about, Snow Angel?"
I met her gaze, taking a moment before replying. "It was nothing." As I slowly turned away, I noticed her eyes lingering on my chest. I trusted humans more than I did them, just as they trusted their own kind to occupy their little corporate offices.
"It has to be something," she whispered, her finger gliding up to squeeze my nipples between her fingers. A smirk danced on her lips as she twisted them, reminiscent of braiding hair. My head thudded back against the glass as I fought to suppress a moan that threatened to escape.
"You can't hate us for long. You know that."
"I can."
"Then if you hate us, why do you always get so wet? Why do you beg for our centuries-old dead cock to fuck you, huh, Xanthe?" Her voice was low, and in an instant, she had me pinned, her hand pressing against my neck.
"Why beg for us to empty our cum into your fucking pussy?"
"Wade," Jager interjected, her tone sharp. "Be gentle."
I couldn't help but smirk, a strange calm washing over me in the midst of this shambolic encounter. There was something about the way Wade held me that made me believe she wouldn't sink her fangs into me, even if they were poised in anger.
I didn't hear Jager approach, but she was suddenly there, her swift movement sending strands of hair flying into my face.
"Don't make us switch places. You wanted to spend the day with her," Jager warned.
"I'm not hurting her," Wade replied defiantly.
Jager's gaze lingered on my amused expression, her uncertainty evident.
She hesitated before reluctantly letting go of Wade's arm—the one still teasing my nipples.
Though she seemed to second-guess leaving Wade alone with me, she ultimately kept me in my current predicament, pressed against the window.
Jager pressed a quick kiss to my lips. "Please don't kill each other today," she pleaded.
"I'll try," I replied, casting a glance at Wade's grimacing face as Jager exited the room.
"Where were we?" I asked, feigning innocence. "Ah yes, your incessant whining about why I don't like your kind. Jager seems to have accepted it."
Wade chuckled, her fingers tugging at my nipples with more intensity.
"She hasn't accepted it, snow bunny. She simply has the patience that I lack.
" With that, she unpinned me from the glass and drew me into her embrace, our bodies fitting together seamlessly.
It felt oddly right being with both of them.
She laid me back on her sheets. "Is this what you two do?" I teased, letting my fingers glide along the swanky fabric.
"What do you mean?" Wade asked, giving my nipples a sharper tug that sent a thrill through me, igniting them like embers.
"Living lavishly while we humans suffer?"
"Wade and I aren't responsible for the suffering of others. Vampires suffer too, snow bunny."
"They don't suffer like we do. I've never seen a vampire living in my run-down complex.
You're all rich and love taking advantage of that.
" I deliberately propped my legs up, knowing her gaze would snap to me instantly.
"I bet you and Jager are just thrilled that I'm staying here so you can have your way with me. "
"Wrong. Not all vampires are wealthy. We exist within a system, just like humans do. Someone clearly skipped history class," she chuckled, her gaze fixated on my naked body as if it were a forbidden treasure.
"Even if they're not rich, they still enjoy privileges, which is more than what we have. Us humans are left with nothing."
"You have something," she countered, inching closer to me. The way she loomed over me ignited something deep within, an overmastering need that urged me to spread my legs further.
"What do I have, Wade? Because right now, I feel like I possess nothing."
"You have so much, snow queen."
"I don't see it."
"You have Jager and me. You have us at your beck and call."
Do I? I met her gaze, feeling the charged atmosphere in the room turn the air thick and dark, echoing the club's ambiance of black and purple.
"I don't think so." The way her sweatpants clung to her body made it clear just how much she desired me in that moment.
With a gentle touch, she guided my chin up, compelling me to look into her eyes.
"You have our desire pulsing for you. You have our undead hearts. You have us locked within your fragile heart."
"I have nothing locked away," I whispered.
"You know you do. You're just in denial." Slowly, she eased herself down onto me, capturing my lips with hers. Her moan was raw and desperate, and she held my head firmly as our mouths moved together in a heated dance.
"Just tear me apart already."