Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SERAFINA
O nly good girls get orgasms?!
“What the fuck!” I sputter out, gaping at Xander and the smug smirk gracing his lips.
I can totally stab my mates for denying me orgasms, right? That’s a lawful thing, isn’t it? Because it’s definitely what I’m going with.
“I don’t believe I stuttered, Ms. Jenkins,” Xander retorts, arching a dark brow at me.
Bad body. You should not be responding to that, especially since he’s not following through , I scold myself as I continue to glare at the man still boxing me against a wall.
My fingers twitch at the urge to release my bracelet, but Xander’s shadows wrap around the band, keeping me from releasing it.
Oh, please. If I were really going to stab him, I have a lot more options than just my bracelet. Even if it is one of my favorites.
“Knife play isn’t my thing, Ms. Jenkins. Keep that to your other mates,” Xander warns, though it’s easy to see the humor twinkling in his eyes.
I sniff haughtily. “I wasn’t going to use my knife.”
Much.
Xander hums in his throat but releases his shadow, turning slightly to inspect the room around him.
I move my hand, but it’s not my knife I’m going for. I’m so damn close, and if he won’t help me, then I’m going to take care of this myself. I’ve been denied enough things in my life. I’m not going to keep that momentum going. Self-produced orgasms are still far better than no orgasms.
I quietly slide my fingers under the hem of my skirt, keeping my eyes on Xander. It will only take me a few flicks of my fingers. I know it. I’m close, and I’ve spent years learning my own body, what I like and how I like it, how to get there fast and how to draw it out… I’ve always been a believer in the fact that if I don’t know my own body, I can’t expect any partners to know what to do with it.
Guaranteed, V and Devyn have pretty much blown my mind with how quickly they’ve learned to torment my body, so what do I know?
“None of that now, Kitten.”
I snarl at V where he’s leaning in the doorway, light reflecting off of the shimmer in his wings to dance across the messy house. Xander turns back to me, taking note of my hand before his shadows wrap around me again, hauling my hands behind my back.
“Apparently I wasn’t clear, Ms. Jenkins.” Xander’s voice has gone deeper, huskier, and I can feel wetness drip down my thighs. “The ban on orgasms for naughty girls isn’t just orgasms from me.”
I bare my teeth at him as I rotate my wrists in the bindings, but unlike ropes, zip ties, and other manners of handcuffs that I’ve learned to get out of over the years, Xander’s living shadows give me no leeway. If my guess is correct, I could probably break my own wrists to try to slide my hands out, and the shadows would shift to continue holding me in place. The icy touch of the shadows slides in a smooth caress from my arms to my fingertips as if agreeing with my thoughts.
“That is so not how this mate thing works,” I snarl.
“No, Ms. Jenkins, but it is how I work.” He steps forward, wrapping one of his large, warm hands around my throat, making my breath catch in my chest as he tilts my head back. His other hand moves to my knee and traces up my thigh until he finds the wetness I can’t hide. “It doesn’t seem that you truly object to our little game, Ms. Jenkins. Is all this wetness for me?”
He swirls a finger across me, and my hips buck forward, needing just a little more, but he’s too quick and evades me.
“Lost?” Foster’s voice is husky but hesitant, and Xander’s grip on my throat eases slightly, letting me look towards where he stands at the doorway, the burnished red strands of his hair barely peeping around V’s wing.
I didn’t even realize I closed my eyes, trapped in the spell Xander was weaving on my body.
Flames flicker around Foster and run across V’s wing, causing sparks to fly off of him. V scoffs, ignoring the fact that his wing is on fire, before moving slightly to the side so that Foster can step around him.
My elemental’s gaze flashes down to where Xander’s hand is still buried under my skirt, teasing small circles onto the inside of my thigh, before he pushes his glasses up his nose and steps closer. “Are you okay with this?”
V chuckles, the sound dark rather than humorous. “You think she’d let him if she wasn’t?”
Okay, the prince of vaginas definitely has a point. It’s still cute that Foster asked, though. Being around so many dominant personalities, it’s a comfort to know that Foster has my back and is looking out for me.
“I’m good, hot stuff.” I wink at him and gasp as Xander’s hands tighten on my throat.
“Do you like him watching you, Ms. Jenkins?” The question is rhetorical, I know, considering he can feel the wetness coating me. “Knowing he wishes he were here in my spot, touching you, waiting for you to come apart all over me? Maybe he wants to be on his knees in front of you, tasting you, learning how sweet you are.”
A high, tinkling whimper works its way out of my throat even as icy shadows pin my hips in place, preventing me from getting that last bit of friction I need.
Once I get this orgasm, I’m going to kick all of their asses.
Or demand another. That may be a better plan. A girl can never have too many orgasms, and my body is starved for them.
“Oh, my kitten definitely likes that idea,” V purrs.
His wings shimmer in the air before disappearing, and he hauls Foster forward from behind him, until they’re on either side of Xander, helping him box me in. It isn’t like I planned on running anywhere.
Oh no. I’m trapped. Whatever will I do?
Between the orgasm I’m on the edge of and the shadows that are adding to my body’s overstimulation, all I can think about is Foster and V adding their hands to me as well.
Is this some reaction to them being my mates? Or is this just me, craving all of these sexy, dangerous men?
Xander lightly brushes against my clit, and the thoughts fall from my head as I buck the scant half inch I’m able to, chasing his finger. Foster strokes a hand across my knee, the heat of his hand a sharp contrast to Xander’s icy shadows.
“Where are your claws now, Kitten?” V teases, leaning down to nip at my ear.
“She may be all claws for you, V, but our girl knows that’s not the only side of pleasure. Don’t you, sweetheart? You’re such a good girl for me, giving up your control, aren’t you? You know that we’ll take care of you. We’ll protect you. That’s what a good mate does.” Xander’s voice is a husky caress, every word accompanied by a swipe of his fingers, driving me higher and higher.
V reaches under my skirt, shredding my panties in a single tug, leaving me completely exposed to them. Xander’s shadows wrap around my ankles, pulling my legs wide apart, far wider than I’d be able to handle without his shadows to keep me standing.
My core clenches tightly, desperate for the men around me.
“Seems our mate is feeling needy.”
Have I ever heard that tone from Foster before? The errant thought trails through my mind, but all I can do is take in the way his eyes gleam behind his glasses, the way his warmth is stroking against me, joining with the cold in a way that makes me tremble in their grasps.
“Ah, but she was a naughty mate,” Xander reminds him. I don’t even have it in me to scowl at him, my focus glued to the sensations they’re pulling from me. “She doesn’t deserve to come, no matter how pretty she’d be if she does.”
“We could always edge her while we come instead,” V suggests with a vulpine, wicked grin. “Leave her tied up, panting and desperate and dripping for us, until the ache of the need drives her mad.”
This time I do manage a glare, which only makes him laugh.
A needy, pleading sound works its way from my throat, and Foster groans in response. Cold and warmth spear into me, a shocking combination that has me nearly screaming, the orgasm just out of my reach as Foster and Xander both slide a finger inside of me at the same time.
Xander leans down to kiss me hard and deep, his tongue dancing with mine before he pulls back. His eyes flare with need as he traces my lower lip.
“I should punish you, Ms. Jenkins. Leave you aching for me, for us. Maybe if I keep you constantly needy for us, you won’t be running off without us. You’ll know you’ll need us to put out the ache we ignite in you.” His thrusts speed up, keeping perfectly in time with Foster’s, and my breath stutters in my chest, all of my muscles tightening, fighting for relief.
I feel as if I’m balancing precariously on the tip of a knife. Any second now, I’m either going to topple to one side or drop down and be skewed.
But goddamn would I love to be skewed by these three men…
“Please, sir.” The words are barely more than a shaping of my lips, they’re so quiet, but whether he hears them or reads them, he groans.
“Fuck!” His shadows cover my clit, vibrating hard and fast, just as V pinches my nipples, the pain joining the pleasure and making me shatter.
My head slams into the wall behind me as my body seizes with pleasure, all three of them working me through the wave they’ve created. Lights dance behind my closed lids, and Xander releases my throat, allowing me to take a full, deep breath, which only extends the orgasm.
This is definitely something only they can give me, and I’m already an addict, needy for more of my mates’ attention, never wanting them to stop touching me.
My eyelids flutter open again, taking in the three faces surrounding me. How is it possible I still want more after coming so hard I nearly transcended to a different plane of existence? Who needs a portal for interdimensional travel when they can make me feel like this?
My bonds loosen, and Foster and Xander begin to rub at where I was held, ensuring my blood is flowing and no aches linger from the way I was tied. Not that I’m aching at all—I’m still flying on the endorphin train.
I reach out to stroke Xander’s face and trail my fingers across his cheekbone and down over his lips. The feel of his stubble against the palm of my hand sends a shiver coursing down my spine. I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like against my pussy.
“I’m sorry.” I didn’t plan on saying that.
I had a reason for what I did. I couldn’t stand the idea of risking them, but I understand his perspective as well. I wouldn’t want them running off to protect me; I’d rather be by their sides, watching their backs and letting them watch mine.
“I won’t run off again. I’m new to this whole ‘mate’ thing. I didn’t even think…” I clear my throat and attempt to collect my thoughts. “I need to start learning how to work as a team with you guys. It’s not me against the world. It’s us against the world. I’m sorry it took me so long to see that.”
“Good girl,” Xander murmurs, brushing another kiss to my lips before pulling back.
“I don’t know. I like when she’s a bad girl,” V teases, leaning in to kiss me himself.
I nip at his lower lip, knowing he wants the sting. He hisses against me, and I snake my tongue out, soothing over the spot I nipped, tasting the copper and salt of blood against my tongue.
Blood?
I pull back, my brow wrinkling in confusion. I didn’t bite him hard enough to make him bleed, did I?
V’s expression of confusion would likely match my own, if it wasn’t for the blood currently staining his teeth and dripping over the edge of his lips.
“V?” His name is raspy on my lips, my voice still raw from our play.
He reaches up a finger, touching the blood as it spills across his chin, and brings it up to study.
“Bl—” He doesn’t finish the syllable before his eyes roll back, his golden skin going ashen as he topples backwards, his limbs beginning to shake and spasm.
“V!” I screech, and I’m instantly on the floor beside him, shoving at his shoulder to force him onto his side as he seizes.
Fuck, did he not take the potion before he came in? I rack my brain, trying to remember if he answered me before.
“Sera?” Foster’s voice shakes slightly as he kneels beside me. “We should get him to Gage.”
I shake my head, my entire focus on the man still seizing beside me. “Not yet. If we restrain him, we can hurt him. Is this his first seizure?”
Xander moves in front of him, ignoring the blood still spilling from V’s mouth that is soaking into his pants. “I’ve never heard that he has seizures, but I doubt he’d advertise it if he did.”
I bite my lip, considering. “Give him a few minutes. It should stop soon. If it doesn’t, we’ll risk moving him.”
Every breath feels like an eternity as we wait to see if it will stop without intervention.
“You’re not allowed to die, Virginia,” I demand, leaning down to whisper in his ear, though I know he can’t hear me. “You’re the angel of death, remember? The only one allowed to kill you is me, and I’m not done beating you up yet.”
Slowly, so slowly I worry I’m imagining it, his body begins to calm, though I can still hear the drip, drip, drip as blood falls from his mouth to the floor. God, how did my parents handle this? Watching a person you care about fall apart, being unable to help them, unable to make them feel better? It tears at your soul, eating at you until you want to scream and cry and rage and break things.
“You’ll be okay,” I promise him, reaching out to smooth a hand across his hair. “You’ll be okay.”
The platitude is all I can offer at the moment, but I’m going to ensure it’s the truth.
Fate has already cursed me with this poisoned body. It isn’t going to take one of my mates too. Even if he is frequently an ass.