Just Don’t Call Me Late To Dinner
JUST DON’T CALL ME LATE TO DINNER
HUCKLEBERRY
This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time, by far.
Our girl—the one Thaddeus and I have been trying to get to notice us for years—is spread out like a nervous little buffet, and she’s actually allowing us to touch her. Not only that, but I’m pretty damned certain she’s going to agree to the vampire’s terms by the time we’re done making her sing for us. My imagination hasn’t done this moment justice and I have an active bloody imagination—I’m a demon, for hell’s sake.
Sydney’s long blond hair is unbound, spilling over her shoulders and onto us as she watches the talented mage slowly makes his way toward the promised land. I can smell her desire, which is intoxicating as is, but there’s also a bit of fear and worry leaking through her aura. For most, that wouldn’t be ideal, but for a fear demon like me, it’s the spice that makes everything taste like ambrosia. I’d be concerned about that if I didn’t know that it’s not connected to us as much as her deep-seated terror about letting people in. The world gave her that phobia, and we’re going to teach her that sometimes people stay.
The thought of her relinquishing that fear is almost as delicious as the scents surrounding us.
“Darlin’ girl, you’re gonna need to part your legs for him a bit,” I murmur as I reach over to stroke her cheek. “I know this is new and you’re feelin’ shy, but you won’t feel like that for very long.”
Rory looks up and winks at me before diving back to his task of nibbling and marking his path up to her soaked cunt. I know she’s practically drippin’ by the look in his eyes and the dazed expressions of all the other males forming the circle around Sydney. Each of us is affected by the smell and strength of her need differently—the vampire with his fangs, the dragon’s tail teasing, my ursine best friend’s tension as he relieves hers, and the mage barely keeping the ravenous hunger off his features. I’m delighting in my versatile role in the middle because being amongst the chosen is fueling me like no other rush before.
“You heard him, kitten. Open up for Rory,” Sebastian says in a firm but gentle tone.
I didn’t expect him to pull off soft Dom, but here he is, shocking the shit out of me.
“Are your sure that you want to— oh my fucking…”
My entire face lights up when Stormbringer finally reaches her neatly shaven pussy and licks the most sensitive spot eagerly. Sydney trembles in our embrace, her head falling back against Thad as her eyelids flutter. The timbre of that exclamation was throaty and breathy like a noir ingenue; I want to hear it again immediately. It made my dick twitch like a Mexican jumping bean and I guarantee I’m not the only one.
Thad’s big hands grasp her thighs, pulling them apart a bit more as the mage goes to town. His own moans tell me she tastes as good as she smells and I’m jealous as fuck that he gets to go first. But our girl will have a lot of firsts, and we’ll all claim ours, eventually. My sweet pea deserves to feel pleasure and since he’s wormed his way into her graces better than anyone else, it makes sense that she didn’t protest his exploration.
“Little rebel, relax…” Elias’s tail flicks over her breasts through her tank and my eyes zero in on the pierced nipples begging for more. “This is all for you. Let him show you a preview of what we will make sure you feel whenever you are aching. Your pussy will weep for us, and it will be our honor to drag every ounce of pleasure from you until you cannot move.”
Damn, the dragon’s a good dirty talker when he’s not being a silent statue.
“ Elias, I…”
Her voice trails off on another moan and Thad curses under his breath. “Motherfucker, Syd. That sound makes my cock try to tear through my fucking pants. Do it again.”
Her eyes crack open and a huge shiver runs through her before she speaks, “I… Is that what… I can’t…”
The mage lifts his head, his lips and lower face coated in shiny juices. “I like when you can’t remember how to talk, Vicious. Want me to continue?”
That gets her to open her eyes, and the look in them reflects the exact emotion his nickname refers to. She reaches down and grabs his hair, panting softly as she growls, “Don’t you dare stop.”
Sebastian laughs, his rumble dark and satisfied as he leans down to kiss our girl roughly. When he pulls away, his forehead is ridging with the physical manifestation of the vampiric demon inside of him. “That’s perfect, kitten. Demand what you want… what you need. I enjoy seeing that spirit. That’s what makes my dick hard, if you’re wondering.”
Sydney narrows her eyes, looking like she’s going to mouth off, but Rory goes back to eating her out and that stops the brat from exiting her lips like an entirely different magic. She buries her fingers in his hair and tugs, earning a few little snarls from him. I know he has to be humping the blankets like a madman down there because the veil has fallen on everyone’s tippy-toeing around their words.
“Are you overheating, sweet pea?” I ask, trying not to sound as desperate to see her bare as I am. “I can help with that.”
Her eyelashes flutter as she arches her hips, grinding them instinctively into Rory’s face, and then she looks at me with an expression resplendent with pleasure. “Um, I… I… yes… yes. Hot.”
I grin happily, enjoying her intermittent speechlessness. Rubbing my hands together, I let the magic flow to my hands, and push it to the tank top covering her. It disappears in a blink and I say, “Abraca-naked, darlin’ girl.”
“Son of a bitch,” the vampire hisses as his crimson eyes rove over her tanned skin. “Where the fuck have you been running around naked , kitten?”
That earns him a lazy, knowing grin as her fingers dig into Thad’s legs and she whimpers. She must be getting close, and I’m honestly surprised she’s held out this long. Since I’m not worried about how she got an all-over tan, I slip a hand under the bear’s arm to cup her right breast gently. It fits in my palm perfectly, soft and sexy like I always imagined. My thumb brushes over the pierced nipple and she shudders hard, my name escaping her lips like a prayer.
A sharp smack breaks the silence and I blink as I realize the dragon used his tail to spank her other breast. “Answer him, little rebel. You promised.”
She’s still wriggling against all of us as she stammers, “They… ohhhhh… they… Rory, please .” Sydney pants again and I watch the redness spring up on her skin where the whipped tail caught her. “Tanning… bed…”
“No more. They’re unhealthy,” Sebastian rasps as his eyes stay focused on the flushed skin of her boob. “Only spray tans from now on. Understand?”
“Yessssss,” she hisses, and I realize she absolutely loved that tiny blow from Elias and has no idea how to handle that knowledge.
“Yes, what?” The vampire grabs her chin and forces her to look at him, his tongue sliding over his fangs as he waits for a response.
I chuckle at her confused look, soothing the anxiety roiling off of her by tugging on the piercing. It distracts her enough to make her relax again, and she bites her lip. “I think you forgot to tell her what you wanted, bloodsucker. She doesn’t know how to answer and she’s too lost in the moment to ask.”
Sebastian blinks, dumbfounded by his own omission, and before he gets his shit together, the dragon responds, “She will call us king when we mate.”
That’s his little kink, but it has a nice ring to it.
“I can live with that,” the vamp says as he looks down at our girl with an arched brow. “Yes, what, kitten?”
“Yes, my king,” she mumbles, just before another strangled sound escapes her lips. “Rory… what the.. helllllllll…”
“Does it feel good, sweet pea? Are you ready to fall apart yet?” I ask. My fingers pinch her hard nipple and I grin as Elias does the same with his apparently talented as fuck tail. “Because I gotta be honest… I can’t believe you’ve held out this long the first time.”
“Don’t be stupid…” Another rap on her left side with the tail gets her attention and she moans. “I mean… I have had… orgasms.”
“Serving a party of one, mmm? Had to be pretty inconvenient living in that hovel and getting time alone, Syd.” Thad dips his head to kiss her neck as he squirms against her back. The bear is having more trouble than the rest of us, but to be fair, he’s the youngest supe besides Sydney.
She doesn’t answer, but I can imagine her having to relieve her own tension sneakily in the shower and it immediately morphs into joining her there. “Damn, sweet pea. We’re definitely going to give the bathroom a try sometime. The vision of you naked and slippery is fuckin’ hot.”
Not that this is anything to shake your fist at.
“Bet it didn’t feel like this, did it?” Sebastian leans down, kissing her again before he lets her respond and Syd shakes her head vehemently. “Do you like Rory’s tongue in your pussy, kitten? Do you feel how much we all want you? Do you smell it?”
She swallows hard as she bobs her head, then keens low and I wonder what the mage did to draw that sound out. Her limbs are visibly trembling now, and I almost hold my breath as the vampire waits for her to respond verbally. “N-no. It was not… like this… Never like this.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs as he casts his gaze down to Rory’s blind head. “Answer the other questions, Sydney. Tell us what we want to hear.”
“I…” She sucks in a breath and I see her jaw grit as she does her best not to do what I know she needs to. “I love it. I didn’t know I could feel…unnghhhh. You all smell delicious and I don’t understand it. It’s like I want to devour you and I don’t even know what that means .”
He blinks, stymied for a moment as his eyes cut to everyone but the mage for confirmation. We all heard it; it was impossible not to. But it doesn’t make sense—the likelihood of her being a dual hybrid is low, but the hunger speaks to something entirely unprecedented. I know what he wants to ask the dragon and me, but he’s not going to. Not when Sydney is accepting us as a team and in her bed—it will be too much for her to contemplate.
“Kitten, what do you mean ‘devour’?”
She shakes her head, gripping Rory hard as she writhes under his mouth. “I don’t knooooooow. Please, please… Sebastian. I need…”
Her throaty pleas knock him out of the trance her previous admission put him in, and the vampire grins fangily down at our girl. “That’s not how you ask, Sydney. If you want release, you ask for it, and you tell us what you want us to do. If you’re behaving, you will get it.”
My heart almost skips a beat when she lifts her head, looking at him with lust-filled eyes and pouty lips. “I want to come, my Kings. And I want you all to feel good, too.”
“Poseidon’s seaweed pubes,” Elias curses as his tail whips over her. “Your mouth is getting dirtier and I like it, little rebel.”
“ Please , Sebastian. Let Rory make me come and the scent of you all fills the air. I want it.”
If that son of a whore doesn’t let her, I’m going to ? —
“You may come, kitten. Scream the roof down for us, and it will send everyone over.”
I don’t know about the logistics of that, but a tingle hits me like a bolt of lightning and I have to clamp down on myself so I don’t blow my load before she does. “Holy fuck,” I mutter, but it’s drowned out by the wail Sydney lets out as her body locks in the middle of us. The heat of her skin doubles and I twist the nipple I’ve been toying with hard, hoping to wind her up more, so she yells again.
Luckily for me, that’s exactly what she does and, like magic, an orgasm smacks me in the face like a ton of bricks. The shouts from the other guys join the chorus with hers, and I hold on tight as the entire room is one vibrating climax that rocks us until we finally calm. I pant as the fluid fills my fucking pants—something I haven’t done in so long that humans drove goddamn coaches—and flop backwards on the pallet when my limbs cannot hold me aloft.
“What in the three faces of Eve was that ?” I ask as I damn near melt into the blankets. “Did you do that, sweet pea?”
A low chuckle breaks the silence and I look at Sebastian as he smirks, despite also having destroyed his sweats like the rest of us. “No, that was me , demon. Vampires can do much of what our Cubi cousins do if we use the voice.”
“Son of a bitch,” Rory mumbles as he finally sits up, his face looking like a glazed donut and his pupils blown to hell. “I forgot about that shit.”
Thad leans back on his elbows, his eyes hooded and grin goofy as he comes down from the ride with the rest of us. “We promised to clean her up. We should do that when we can move.”
I think that’s going to be a group activity now, and I’m looking forward to it immensely—Happy Thursday to me.