Chapter 27
Chapter twenty-seven
Jack
Of all the ways I expected our date to go, this definitely wasn’t one of them. Me, sitting on Kyren’s bed, waiting for Tate to come back with a first aid kit.
Kyren stood a few feet away, his finger tapping his chin as his eyes drifting over to me every few seconds. Eventually, I sighed.
“You don’t have to hang out over there,” I hissed, picking at the shredded material on my knee and calf. “It’s your room.” I gripped the edges of the jeans and tried to carefully rip the material without hurting my leg further.
“Here.” Kyren knelt before me.
His hands grabbed the edges of my jeans and yanked. The material ripped up the middle, baring my knee and upper thigh. He did the same thing to the other end until the full extent of injury was visible.
I snorted, staring down at my ruined jeans. “I should have just taken them off.”
Kyren’s lips twitched, glancing up at me before dipping back down to the blood on my skin.
“Is it bad?” I winced, the shifted my leg to try to see it.
His fingers pressed along my flesh. “You should heal by tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” I asked, licking my lips.
From previous experience, this kind of scrap would heal up in the next few hours. If a normal human servant would take at least a day, then I’d need to make sure to hide it from them until then.
Kyen’s fingers were still stroking along the edges of my wound, his eyes dark. Hungry.
Swallowing, I leaned back on my hands, lifting my leg. “You can…”
His dark gaze lifted to mine, a question in them.
I nodded to my knee.
Kyren dropped his eyes again. Instead of going straight for it like I thought, Kyren’s fingers found my boot. He unlaced it with nimble fingers before pulling it off. Then he lifted back the edges of my ruined jeans, exposing the length of my leg to mid-thigh.
My lips parted, and I breathed in deeply as he leaned toward me. His tongue gave a tentative lap, and the feel of it sent a strange feeling through me.
This wasn’t anything like when Kyren had bitten me before. For one, it didn’t hurt. The other was the lack of Tate’s fingers inside of me.
The thought of last time sent a surge of lust through me, settling between my thighs.
Kyren’s hands tightened on my leg, and his tongue worked my leg in long languid strokes. His hungry eyes lifted to meet mine with each flick of his tongue.
My pulse raced, and my breathing turned to pants. The touch was innocent, almost nothing at all, and he made it seem as if he was licking the most intimate part of me.
His mouth moved over my knee and up my thigh, no longer cleaning up the blood on my leg.
My legs spread on their own, welcoming him before I even knew what I was asking for.
Kyren’s lips reached the end of my jeans and, with one firm jerk, he ripped them the rest of the way, exposing the lace of my black underwear.
My hips jerked at the tip of his tongue sliding along the edge of my panties. Shadow fingers came out to play, making me jump at their cool touch.
Kyren’s eyes flicked up to mine, a silent request to stay still.
I leaned back further on my elbows, a bit in awe as the shadows went to work. My other boot came off, and then they made quick work of the remaining side of my jeans, leaving me only in my dark blue shirt and panties.
My breaths came in faster, while Kyren teased the edge of my panties, never dipping inside but making me ache all the same.
“Tate’s going to come back soon,” I stuttered out, somehow thinking saying it out loud of remind me why this shouldn’t be happening.
“Good.” Kyren’s nose brushed along my folds through the thin cloth. “He can watch for once.”
Shadow tightened around my arms, then jerked. My back hit the bed, my arms pinned above my head. “Kyren… what are you…?”
He hummed against me, hands cupping behind my thighs. “Your blood… mmm… delectable. I’ve never tasted anything so… addicting.”
“Uh… thanks?” I wiggled or tried to. The first shift and his shadows pinned my hips down. “Is this really necessary?”
“I can taste when your cycle is near,” he murmured, more to himself than to me.
“My what?” I gasped out as his tongue flicked across me. Not enough to give me what I wanted, but enough to make me burn for it.
Two fingers hooked to the side of my panties and shifted them to the side.
Kyren’s eyes lifted, pupils blown wide. “When it happens,” his words brushed over my sensitive core, “I want you on my face.”
“Okay,” I breathed out, more of a plea than anything.
I’d barely gotten the word out before his mouth latched onto my clit, sucking it much in the same way he had my tongue earlier when he kissed me.
My head tossed from side to side, fighting against his shadows. “Kyren. I can’t… It’s too much… Please.”
Kyren’s response was only to suck harder, his fangs pinching into the soft part of me.
The slight pain only added to the pleasure until I was coming apart at the edges.
My back arched and legs shook, and a scream ripped from me so loud that if anyone was listening, they’d think Kyren was killing me.
Finally, Kyren let up, lapping slowly, reverently at my folds as I came down from my high. My breaths came in hard gasps.
The bedroom door slammed shut, jolting me.
My eyes bounced to Tate in the doorway. Even knowing Tate would approve, guilt filled me at doing something with Kyren without him.
“Gone five minutes and my boyfriend hijacks my date.” Tate shook his head and chuckled. He sat the first aid kit Kyren’s desk at one side then walked toward us. He laid down next to me, stroking his fingers along my hip bone. “Look at you, all trussed up with nowhere to go.”
Tate leaned over me, tilted my chin up, and pressed his lips to mine in a brief kiss. “You know,” his eyes slid down my body before shifting to linger on Kyren, “I had planned on a nice quiet night after all the excitement on our date.”
Kyren snorted.
“But…” Tate smirked. “It seems a little late for quiet since Kyren has let the whole dorm know what a good time you’re having.” He wagged his brows, making me blush.
“Tate,” Kyren said in warning before pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.
“Right.” Tate pressed a kiss to my collar bone, then to the side of my neck. “I think you’re a bit too dressed for what I want to do to you, princess. I think we might want to…” Tate grabbed the edges of my collar and ripped the shirt down the middle.
“Great,” I grumbled with a mock glare. “Two pieces of clothing ruined tonight.”
Tate pushed the cup of my matching black bra down, sucking my nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth. His tongue swirled around, his teeth scraping the tip, making me gasp.
Kyren didn’t let up on his end, even with how sensitive I already was from before. His lips followed the path of his fingers, looping beneath the sides of my panties before dragging them down my legs. Then his presence disappeared from between my thighs.
My eyes flipped open.
Eyes locked with mine, Kyren brough my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply a hungry glint in his eyes before he tucked them into his pocket.
I dragged my teeth over my lower lip, head falling back as Tate switched breasts. Either Tate or a shadow unsnapped my bra, letting it sag in front. Tate growled when it got in the way, his hand grabbing the fabric in a fist.
“Don’t,” I snapped before he could rip it. I shot a look at Kyren. “Let me go, so I can take it off. No more clothing need suffer tonight.”
Tate chuckled against my chest.
When Kyren didn’t release me right away, I pressed. “I promise, I won’t run away, and you can tie me right back up afterward.” I never thought I’d be telling a vampire and werewolf that I’d let them tie me up, completely at their mercy. God, if the hunters could see me now.
Kyren and Tate exchanged a look before the shadows disappeared. Tate wasted no time dragging the straps down my shoulders and off my arms, leaving me completely naked to their gazes.
“Fuck, princess,” Tate breathed out, tracing my body with his eyes. “Now that’s a sight I could get used to.”
Before I could respond, Tate scooped me up into his arms and pulled me into his lap so my core pressed against the bulge in his pants. Hands in my hair, Tate’s mouth covered mine, sucking and licking at my mouth, until all I could think about was him.
Kyren made a sound.
Tate released me with a pop, his head jerking toward the head of the bed. “Kyren. Lay down.”
A moment later, Tate was shifting me up the bed and laying me down between Kyren’s legs, my back up against his front. Kyren’s hands smoothed up my arms, pulling them up to loop around his neck, his shadows binding my wrists in place.
While I had agreed to be bound once more, I couldn’t help but start to get nervous. My sexual experience was limited. Very limited. To one night. And, while Julian and I had gone over quite a few things, I don’t think it was enough to cover being pinned between two men.
Tate backed up, his eyes on us as he tore his shirt over his head. “Spread her legs.”
Kyren’s knees nudged under mine, spreading me wide. My heart rate kicked up another notch. My body shifted against him, feeling how hard he was beneath me. His breath was hot in my ear while I watched Tate remove his shoes and pants.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Kyren’s smooth, low voice crooned in my ear.
I licked my lips. “Yes.”
Tate crawled up between my legs, his boxers still on. I didn’t need him to remove them to remember the monster that laid beneath the fabric. Long, hard, and decorated with six silver barbells. I had no idea how he would even fit, let alone his hardware.
His hand slipped beneath his boxers, stroking himself as he watched us. “Touch her breasts.”
Two calloused hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and massaging them, fingers circling around the tips. I arched into Kyren’s grasp, my brain unable to handle his touch and the visceral sight of Tate as he released his monster cock from his pants.
“I don’t know if…” I gulped, my breath stuttering.