Chapter 48
The apartment was empty except for me, and the television was set to Netflix.
I was taking full advantage, scrolling through every movie and show that normally required a cable subscription, knowing it was only available for a limited time.
Catching up was a challenge since I slept all day and worked all night.
I should've been at work, but the two persistent vamps had convinced me to take the night off, using the few bruises I'd picked up yesterday as an excuse. So, there I was on the couch, feeling relaxed in Jager's T-shirt, a wide smile on my face as I watched the screen.
Still, my mind kept drifting to Kem. I wondered if she was really okay. I hadn't called her, partly because I didn't want to face the possibility of my best friend not picking up. I wondered if she was thinking about me too, hoping I was safe.
But here, in this secure building, I felt safe. I was comfortable, well-rested, and, honestly, I felt good. I sat up, stretching. I felt really good. I could watch Netflix without a care in the world, and for once, I wasn't worried about the cost.
I reached for my phone and opened the messenger app. The last message from Kem was a frantic question, wondering if she was alright.
I started typing:
Hey Kem, I'm still mad at you, but I hope you're okay.
Not sure if you even care, but just so you know, I've been with Wade and Jager these past three days.
I know three days isn't long enough to say anything for sure, but I actually feel safe with them.
They've taken care of me—feeding me, spoiling me, talking to me in a way that feels genuine.
They look at me with such soft eyes, like they're not trying to take advantage of me.
Maybe I shouldn't feel this way, but I do.
If you were here, I know you'd be saying they're in love with me. But they don't love, and I can't afford to think like that right now. Still, they make me feel warm, like I could just let them handle everything.
Maybe I should run, so I won't end up disappointed.
I stopped, feeling the sting of tears. I read over the text again, hesitated, and saved it as a draft without sending.
I put the phone aside, my thoughts drifting to Jager and Wade. I couldn't help but chuckle, remembering Wade's intense stare that left my cheeks burning and the way Jager's kiss made my heart race. Why was I suddenly feeling this way?
The door opened, and they walked in, laughing together, whispering under their breaths. I paused the movie and sat up in the middle of the couch.
"You're here?" Jager's voice held a note of surprise.
"You two told me to stay in tonight," I replied.
Wade gave Jager a knowing look, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You listened."
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I guess taking a night to relax isn't the worst thing."
"How about tomorrow? And the day after?" Wade teased.
"Don't push it," I laughed.
They both set their briefcases down and joined me, one on each side.
Jager rested her hand on my crossed thigh, and I took the chance to admire the intricate tattoos winding along her arm.
They were beautiful. Wade leaned in closer, her fangs giving me that familiar sensation—a thrilling, almost soothing ache, as if they were just barely grazing my skin with a raw, irresistible energy.
"How was work?" I asked, glancing between them.
"We couldn't get that dress of yours out of our minds," Jager replied, a spark in her eye.
"Mmm, yes," Wade agreed, a low hum in her voice.
"That thing has been sitting in my closet for years. I finally had a reason to wear it," I said, smiling.
"We wouldn't mind seeing you in something that sexy again," Jager murmured, her fingers tracing slow patterns along my skin, sending warmth prickling over me. "Though, seeing you like this is incredibly sexy too." My eyes followed the movements of her hand, silently hoping she'd never stop.
Wade gently took my face, turning it toward her as our lips met in a fierce kiss. Her tongue and fangs commanded every moment, drawing me in, her hand slipping down to my neck to hold me, controlling each deep sweep of her mouth with rough, irresistible intensity.
Jager's breath warmed my skin as she leaned close to my neck, gently unlocking my crossed thighs and pressing her knee along the side resting against the couch. Her voice came low and husky against my ear. "Can we take you to the bedroom right now, snow bunny?"
I nodded in consent, and in a heartbeat, Wade pulled me from our kiss, whisking me to Jager's bedroom, where Jager was already over me, her lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. Clothes quickly fell away as she moved with me, her touch slow and intentional.
As I lifted my shirt, they both growled, their intensity palpable.
Jager moved over me, taking her time, unlike the swift, insistent way I knew Wade would.
My need for them was already overwhelming; it wasn't just the safety I felt with them but the hunger they awakened, a craving to be completely satisfied.
Jager's lips trailed down my skin, leaving wet, tantalizing kisses that made me shiver. I glanced over at Wade, who stood watching, her gaze heated. I beckoned her, wanting her closer, and she obliged, pressing against me and nipping along my neck. I nearly begged her to bite me.
I was blissfully aware of how lucky I was.
Here, with two powerful bodies beside me, both fitting my desires in every way.
As I tugged Jager closer, feeling her warmth, I could sense her growing need, the way she made every touch count, as if she were in no hurry, savoring every second.
Her movements, though familiar, still thrilled me, a blend of strength and care that kept me wanting more.
I wanted them both inside me at once, though until now, one would always wait while the other took their turn.
I pushed Jager down onto the bed and slid onto her, taking her in deeply. Wade moved behind me, but she was only kissing my back. I growled, reaching back to grab her.
"Anything you want, Snow Bunny," she whispered.
"In now?" I demanded, guiding her toward me.
Just her tip stretched me, sending a surge of suspense through me.
I lowered myself fully onto Jager's length, and she propped herself up, bringing us chest to chest, eye to eye.
One of my hands held tightly to Wade, keeping her close as she slowly stretched me, her movements anything but gentle.
With Jager grinding into me and Wade pressing in harder, I tugged Wade down to my neck. "Bite me. Please," I urged. She hesitated, her grip wavering.
Jager's eyes widened, startled, yet intrigued. I guided her closer, offering my neck to both of them.
"What did you just say?" Wade's voice was low, her tone a mixture of surprise and something darker, though she didn't let up, her thickness testing my limits. I realized I probably should've used lube, but the rawness, the ache of her, only added to the intensity.
"I didn't hear that," she teased, knowing my impatience was mounting. I groaned in frustration. I wanted them to feed from me, to feel that electric rush. The desire was impulsive, but I didn't care—especially with both of them driving me to the boundary of exhilaration.
Now I felt both of their fangs sink into my neck, sharp and electric, as I tilted my head, opening myself to them.
The delicate scrape of their teeth was followed by the intense sting as they pressed in, deeper.
"Deeper," I demanded, a shiver running through me as they pierced the thin skin of my neck.
Two warm arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly as they fed.
I hadn't known completion could feel like this—so utterly consuming, so wonderful.
They pulled back, their fangs releasing me as my body weakened, enveloped by them.
I looked down at Jager, catching the flash of her tongue as she licked the last traces of blood from her lips, a greedy glint in her eyes. "You always taste so damn good."
"And we'll never get enough of you," Wade murmured, pressing her fangs into my skin once more, claiming me all over again.
Their cocks moved with me, hitting every sweet spot as breathless moans escaped me, my release approaching fast. I felt my blood trickling from the fresh wounds, heat rising as both of them traced their tongues from my shoulders to my neck, lapping at every drop.
The desire to hold on for just a few more moments of this exquisite tension slipped from my control as I shuddered, a cry spilling out as I surrendered to my climax.
My body pulsed with pleasure, drawn magnetically to them both as they moved in perfect rhythm, keeping me wrapped in that heady, consuming bliss.
They both grunted against my ears, releasing with deep, breathy groans as warmth flooded my body. I slumped forward, pulling Wade down over me, craving the weight of them both, wanting to be enveloped completely, locked in between them with no escape.
I whimpered softly, feeling the sting of their bite marks as they continued to kiss and suck at my neck. "You're such a wild little bunny, aren't you?" Wade teased.
"I'm not," I laughed, breathless. My heartbeat raced, and I wondered if they could both feel it thudding beneath my skin.
Happiness washed over me again, a warmth that made me shiver, and for a moment, I wondered if this feeling could last. But as they held me close, that thought melted away, leaving only the blissful sensation of the moment.
Right now, all I wanted was to savor the lingering heat, to feel the satisfaction of their warmth surrounding me from both sides, filling me completely.