Chapter 4 #2
“They’re like cat eyes,” Nemo explained.
Baz gave him a confused look. “Vertical slit pupils allow for more light control. You can see in the dark. Better depth perception, too. You’re a predator.
” Nemo’s attention kept snagging on things he wasn’t familiar with—a microwave, curtains …
the carpet. Eventually, he stood and walked over to the microwave, staring at it quizzically.
“Humans and wolves are predators. Why aren’t your eyes like that?” Baz asked him.
“You’re an ambush predator,” Nemo mumbled. He clicked a microwave button. When it beeped, his eyes went wide.
“I sit and wait? Jump out at unsuspecting victims?” Baz smiled, and dimples blossomed on his cheeks.
“Some do. I don’t think that’s the case with basilisk.” Nemo turned, eyeing Baz head to toe. “I think you lure in prey.”
“Lure? Hmm. Are you sure about my eyes?” Baz asked, sweeping his gaze to me.
As his pupils elongated into thin slits, goosebumps trailed over my arms. An archaic part of my brain didn’t like watching that—the transition, nor the slit pupils focusing so intently on me.
But since I wasn’t exactly normal, I found that unease thrilling.
“Looks the same to me,” he commented.
“Have you tried it in the dark?” Nemo asked, pushing more buttons on the microwave. A series of annoying beeps filled the motel room.
“No. It’s useless.” His pupils snapped back to normal. Nemo crouched, reaching out to pet the rough carpet.
“Is it because it makes you look less like a phoen—”
“You know what would be useful right now?” Baz interrupted him. Nemo sighed in annoyance before standing up and glaring at Baz.
“No, what would be useful? Bree explaining things we might need to know?” Nemo asked. My eyes widened. Explain things to them? No, no, no.
“Sex,” I blurted out. “I want sex.” They both twisted their heads to look at me quizzically. Like two German shepherds with heads tilted to the side.
“Really?” Baz asked.
“Absolutely,” I said. Baz shrugged and got up. Nemo stayed by the microwave.
“Come on, Nemo. Before Orson gets back. It’ll depress him to see us fucking her. He can’t compete with the hate fuck sandwich.”
“Hate fuck?” Nemo asked. Baz nodded while walking over to me.
“Yep, what you and I do.”
“We hate fuck?” Nemo asked with zero entertainment.
“Don’t we?” Baz asked.
“Yes, Baz. All that fucking is just to show our … hate, for one another,” Nemo deadpanned.
“I can read sarcasm,” Baz commented. “But if it’s not hate fucking, why do we always fight first?” Nemo stepped up to Baz and grabbed his shirt.
“See?” Baz said with a smile. Nemo slowly pulled Baz against his chest, sliding his arm around his waist. Baz’s eyes widened. “Wait—” Nemo cupped his face. Baz looked bewildered as Nemo leaned forward, going for a kiss.
“Are you goading me into a fight?” Baz asked suspiciously. Nemo pinched his lips together and then shoved him. Baz roughly fell onto the bed next to me.
“Come on then, lets all hate fuck,” Nemo growled. Baz gave nothing away, but that was almost a tell in itself. Why have a blank face unless you’re removing something you don’t want to give away?
“See? He’s pissed with me,” Baz whispered. “Hate fuck sandwich.”
“He has a point,” I said. Nemo rolled his eyes and peeled off his blood-soaked clothes. When did that happen? Funny that it didn’t catch my attention before now. Guess it was normal. My own clothes were still covered in a dropped blood bag mess.
Baz’s gloved hand gripped my face, pulling my attention to him. As he kissed a line up my neck, the weight of his body pinned me to the bed. A trail of heat bloomed from his venom-tainted saliva. Filthy ideas of where else I wanted that sensation filled my head. Maybe I really did need sex.
“Lower,” I begged. Baz swiftly pulled off my clothes, wasting no time.
We were all desperate to connect, apparently.
I was aching to feel something familiar.
To assure myself that everything was fine after what we’d been through.
My heart raced as Baz settled between my legs.
The moment his tongue pressed between my thighs, my body flooded with warmth.
I only got out one shaky sigh before Nemo pushed Baz aside.
“Fuck,” I complained.
“I’ll show you what she likes.” Nemo pushed his way between my legs, latching his mouth to my mound and flicking. Pleasure snapped through me, wild and fast. My back arched.
Baz grabbed Nemo’s hair and tugged him from between my legs.
“Dammit,” I sighed, but Baz dived back in before I even finished griping.
“Shit,” I whined as they continued to battle for who got to eat me out.
The heat from Baz’s long licks melted my body, while Nemo’s rough flicks shook my core.
They gripped and shoved one another, diving between my thighs with increased gusto each time.
Slowly, the gap between their timing grew shorter and shorter, winding my body tight.
One lick from Baz, one from Nemo—grunts and growls pressed against my sex.
They didn’t even hesitate when their tongues collided.
So unbothered by the other’s proximity, I had to wonder if I was just the excuse for their contact.
Their mouths wrestled against me aggressively.
I moaned as both tongues slid inside me, pushing in with each other.
I clutched their hair, and spread my legs over each of their shoulders.
Their mouths raced to my clit, sliding across one another as they attempted to dominate my pleasure over the other.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, my toes curling.
My voice pulled them from whatever strange fight this was.
Finally, they worked in tandem, one tongue pushing inside me hot and wet, the other drawing circles that made every muscle in my legs tense.
My fingers dug into their shoulders, holding them in place.
Nemo’s large hand slid up my body, gripping my breast in his palm.
Meanwhile, Baz’s gloved hand spread over my stomach, pinning my swaying hips to the bed.
I cried out, and their grips tightened. Someone sucked as the other speared.
I fell over the edge, coming roughly. My moans filled the room, and their mouths grew frantic and fast, working to prolong the orgasm as long as possible.
The moment I stopped levitating off the bed, they climbed up my body. Their shoulders brushed, and they shot glares at one another. I was afraid they’d each grab an arm and rip me in half, but Nemo quickly wrapped his arm around my waist and tugged me against his chest.
My bare ass could feel the outline of Nemo’s cock from behind me. I squirmed against his erection and was rewarded with his deep groan. His fingers slid into my pussy from behind, making my stomach clench.
Baz caged in my front, his pants pulled below his cock.
Apparently, at least one condom made it out Verfallen with him.
He preferred them after his cum nearly killed me in the past. His gloved fingers gripped my thigh, lifting it up, opening me to him.
His length slid against Nemo’s fingers slowly as he pushed inside me.
“I’ll show you how she likes it,” Baz said with a smile, mimicking Nemo’s words about giving me head. Suddenly, Baz ripped me from Nemo and pulled me underneath him, caging me in. Also, effectively, removing Nemo from the equation.
“You’re such a fucking…” Nemo ground his jaw.
“A fucking what?” Baz’s tongue darted over his lips as he sank inside me.
I was staying out of this. Well, as much as I could considering my body was the battleground.
Vocally, though, probably not my place. Also, it was hard to concentrate on much while Baz pressed his hips flush with mine and groaned.
“A fucking brat,” Nemo growled. Baz laughed, dragging his cock slowly out.
“Maybe you’re the brat. Ever thought about that?” Baz pushed so deep between my legs that I saw stars. Nemo shot off the bed, standing naked behind Baz. Then he shoved him forward, making Baz collapse on top of me. I sighed in annoyance. It was cute with the tongues, this, not so much.
“Ooo, harder,” Baz laughed, goading Nemo on as he ground his cock inside me.
I swallowed my annoyance, nearly choking on a moan.
Nemo peered over Baz’s shoulder, smiling nefariously at me as he spat on his hand.
Then the hand disappeared somewhere south.
Baz’s eyes widened, and his cock flexed inside me.
“Shit,” he rasped. His thrusts came to a halt.
“Baz,” I whined.
“No one warned me that leaving the safety of the asylum meant a finger up the ass,” Baz said.
He blew out a breath and started to move again.
Nemo wrapped Baz’s shirt in his fist and appeared to dig his finger in further.
Baz’s lips parted, and the slightest flush of green brushed his cheeks.
Something I’d never seen before. I hadn’t thought he was capable of blushing, or that it’d be that color.
“Fuck. Bite me, Bree,” Baz rasped. He’d orgasm if I bit him, something he usually hated because it ended things early.
“Not yet,” Nemo said behind him.
“Aren’t you supposed to listen to me?” Baz looked over his shoulder.
“Am I?” Nemo laughed.
“I’m in charge,” Baz snapped suddenly, heat bubbling in his words. My heart beat faster and I gripped his shoulders. I’d never heard him sound like that, and it, concerningly, thrilled me.
“What?” Nemo asked, looking gobsmacked. Baz swallowed down the anger in an instant, like a light switch being flicked. There and gone. He blinked a few times, then he cleared his throat.
“You two can’t take a joke,” he said with a smirk. Nemo narrowed his eyes then roughly jerked Baz’s pants down another few inches, giving himself better access. He spat on his fingers, and sank them low, out of sight.
“Well,” Baz rasped, “this is … new.” He swallowed thickly, pounding into me harder. When he gave a shudder, his eyes nearly closing, I knew he wouldn’t last long.