Chapter 17
Jed stepped ahead of them in the hallway upstairs and opened his door to let them in, and then closed and locked it behind them.
Emmy wanted dick, and she wanted it now. The boots came off easy, she stripped her pants and undies down all at once, slid the thong into her right pants pocket, and then her socks into the boots. Her shirt came off last, and the men were both shirtless and pushing their jeans off.
And she caught color on Zane’s back.
She stepped behind him and her breath caught.
Stretched across his upper back was a coiled dragon, fiercely winged in brilliant, jewel-toned emerald greens.
Not exactly like her, but damned close, and the coloring was freaky. Too much like her.
Her knees nearly gave out.
“You good?” Jed asked.
“Fine,” she managed. “Just appreciating the view.”
Fuck. It didn’t mean anything. Lots of people have dragon tattoos.
She pulled her hair into a ponytail with a holder on her wrist, and crawled onto the bed on all fours, spine arched, ass in the air. “Come get it, boys. Does that cover your team rules?”
“Sounded kind of like an order, but yeah, consent seems to be covered,” Jed said.
She turned to look behind her, and watched Zane roll a condom onto a cock that looked as big as she’d expected. As big around as a coke can, and a good bit longer.
Jed’s was much bigger than average, but beside Zane, it couldn’t compare.
Condom on, Zane knelt behind her, caressed his hand over her waist, grasped her hip, and used his other hand to line up with her pussy and then press inside.
She was sore and raw, and the extra stretch was perfect.
A moan caught in her throat and her arms trembled, but she held position, gasping as he started to move.
Slow at first. Deep.
Then Jed moved in front of her, stroking himself lazily, gaze locked on her mouth.
She opened for him, and he groaned when she closed around his head. He pushed in shallow the first dozen times, then deeper, his hand sliding into her hair. He held her steady as he pushed past her mouth, her throat flexing around him while Zane drove into her from behind.
The two worked together again, and the rhythm built.
Zane’s hips slammed into her ass. Jed’s cock filled her mouth. Her whole body rocked between them, her senses overwhelmed.
Her first orgasm hit sudden and vicious. Her pussy clenched around Zane, and he cursed, pulled out, and slammed into her ass while she was mid-orgasm.
She screamed around Jed’s cock.
No warning. No pause. Her whole body locked up from the sudden burn.
Zane didn’t stop.
He buried himself to the hilt with one brutal thrust, then gripped her hips hard and fucked her ass with savage, grinding strokes.
Her arms buckled, but Jed’s hands held her head, so she straightened them again. Jed groaned above her, thick fingers tightening in her hair, holding her head still now while he fucked her face.
Her ass felt flayed. Open and raw, still stretched from before, now fucked hard with no added lube. Just the thin slick from the condom and whatever he’d picked up from her cunt.
It hurt, but fuck if it wasn’t a good hurt. The ache of being used, her hole stretched wide around a fat cock. Too thick, too deep, too much.
But fuck, she loved it.
Zane’s thrusts came faster, shoving her forward onto Jed’s cock. She gagged once, recovered, then pushed back onto Zane’s cock, her body trembling, shaking, but greedy all the same.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Her throat burned. Her ass throbbed.
But she was in heaven, sandwiched between these two strong humans who smelled of testosterone, dopamine, and a whole host of hormones that told her exactly how far into fucking her they were. She turned her logical brain off and just experienced being used and fucked by two men.
Another orgasm slammed into her, and her body jerked, spasmed. Contractions rippled through her insides, her empty pussy tightening on nothing while Zane fucked her ass.
Jed pulled back so she could breathe while Zane went at her like a jackhammer until she fell forward, her face sideways on the sheets between Jed’s knees.
Jed’s hand pressed between her shoulder blades to hold her in place for Zane, who kept going at the same brutal, unrelenting pace until she started shaking again.
The overstimulation twisted everything into pleasure, and another orgasm rolled through her, deeper this time, slower until she thought she’d come apart.
She moaned into the sheets, and Zane slowed but didn’t stop.
“Switch?” Zane asked, voice rough.
Jed’s voice came from above her. “Yeah.”
Movement around her, and then Zane asked, “What’s Emmy short for?”
It seemed an odd question in the middle of sex, but she told him, “Emerald.”
“Okay then, Miss Emerald. Can you go back to all fours, or do you want to lay on your side?”
She took a deep breath and pushed back up to all fours.
“Excellent,” Zane said, and then his cock was touching her lips. Bare skin without a condom, thankfully.
She opened as wide as she could manage, and then pulsed her jaws, pulling on her dragon’s form a little so she could open wide enough to take him in.
“Oh, fuck,” Zane exclaimed. “I’m actually in her fucking mouth.”
He groaned low as she wrapped her lips around him, her tongue swirling.
Behind her, Jed pressed into her ass in a single slow, brutal drive that had her moaning around Zane’s cock.
And once again they found a rhythm and fucked her — ass and mouth — until she came in an explosion of release, her whole body spasming.
Zane came with a grunt, spilling into her mouth, his hand fisted in her hair.
Jed followed moments later, leaning over her back with a shudder and a long, broken groan.
The three collapsed into a heap, sweaty and dazed.
No one spoke. Everyone breathed.
And Emmy relaxed between them, sandwiched in their heat.
“We should go back to the party,” Jed said after a while, but he didn’t move, and no one responded.
Eventually, her phone buzzed, but she still didn’t move.
“Is that important?” Jed asked about thirty seconds later.
“It might be. I should probably check.” But she didn’t move.
Zane stood, went to her pants, found it, and brought it to her.
She looked and saw a text from Rhea.
“No hurry, but I’m ready when you are. Take your time.”
She wasn’t going to fuck these guys again tonight.
Should she ask for Zane’s number? She already had Jed’s. She wanted a way to contact him; the trick was in figuring out how to get it.
Meanwhile, she responded to Rhea. “Give me 15”
“I should get dressed,” she told the men.
“We need your number,” Zane said.
She was about to ask for his so she could text him, when Jed told him, “I have it.”
Okay then, probably a good idea to lay down some ground rules before she sent Zane a text.
“I’m leaving for an expedition in three weeks, and I’ll be gone three months. Lunch or dinner is fine until then, along with bed games. Not interested in a relationship, but fun is always good, and we all have to eat.”
“How are you handling classes if you’re leaving?” Jed asked.
“Master’s program, permission to do distance learning since the expedition uses some of my expertise.”
“Damn. What’s your major?” Zane asked.
“Genetics,” Jed told him. “Brainiac stuff.”
She knew Jed was doing one of the wildlife degrees, and that he’d spent part of the summer tagging bears and moose.
Did she care enough about Zane to ask what he’s majoring in?
Yes, she decided. “What about you?”
“The goal is to go pro with hockey, but my fallback is coach, so Phys Ed with a teaching track.”
Emmy was actually impressed. She’d expected some kind of artsy basket-weaving degree, because she’d already figured out he was in school for the hockey and not the education.
She finally sat up, and then suppressed a groan because she was deliciously sore.
Rather than dressing in front of them, she grabbed her clothes and went to the en suite bathroom, used the toilet, finger-combed her hair, put it into a ponytail, and then dressed.
The men had put their clothes on when she came out, and she thumbed her phone on, asked Zane for his number, and texted him so he’d have her number. She took a few minutes to add him to her contacts, and then texted Rhea she was headed down, and let the men walk her downstairs and out the door.
Both women climbed into the SUV well after two in the morning, makeup trashed, hair in tangled ponytails, and absolutely no regrets.
Delaney waited until both seat belts clicked and then slowly drove away. “Wish I’d had a vibrator. Felt like I was listening to live porn in surround sound.”
Emmy grinned. “Glad I could provide entertainment.”
Delaney added, “Bonus points for getting yourself behind a locked door, though. I feel like my little girl is growing up.”
Emmy shook her head and muttered an affectionate, “Smartass.”
She looked at Rhea. “You get Lucas’s number?”
“I did, but it can’t go anywhere. Never works with humans, right? Might be good to have lunch together some, maybe hook up a few more times.”
“Yeah, that’s what I figure with Zane and Jed.”
Rhea laughed. “You said you wanted to fuck Zane. Do you always get what you want?”
Emmy shook her head. “No, unfortunately.”
Because she wanted her parents to accept her for who she is. To stop fucking judging her for wanting to have fun in college.
And to hand her damned trust fund over.
There weren’t many cars on the road, so it didn’t take as long as usual to get home.
The three women had great fun looking for wildlife and pointing it out before the others saw it.
They spotted a red fox, several moose, a snowy owl perched on a branch, and the big prize of the night — a lynx slinking across the road barely a hundred yards in front of them.
And then a half mile later, they rounded a corner and Delaney had to floor the brakes to keep from hitting an enormous moose in the middle of the road, steam rising from his nostrils.
“Fuck, he’s majestic,” Rhea said.
“Yeah, but I prefer to return coterie vehicles without moose-sized dents,” Delaney said.
When the moose didn’t move, Delaney rolled her window down and stuck her head out. The huge animal’s nostrils flared, and he meandered off.
Emmy and Rhea debated what to cook for themselves before they went to sleep, and landed on the chicken nuggets Spence makes and freezes. He buys whole chickens, batters the meat, deep fries it, and then freezes it. Six minutes in the air fryer and they’re yummy.
When they arrived at the coterie house, Emmy froze when she climbed out of the SUV, because another vehicle had pulled in behind them, and Zander was climbing out of the back seat.
Fuck.
Their gazes met, and those crystal-clear blue eyes pinned her in place. Her heart kicked up, though whether from arousal or the sudden need to defend herself, she couldn’t say.
His nostrils flared the tiniest bit, and his jaw muscle flexed.
The two just stared at each other. Emmy had nothing to be ashamed of.
No doubt he could smell exactly what she’d done. And if not, he could look in Delaney or Rhea’s head to find out — but so what if she’d fucked two men? It was her damned body.
Spence came around the back of the SUV and asked, “How was the game?”
“We won,” Rhea said. “And the party afterward kicked ass.”
“And Emmy has a new favorite sport,” Delaney quipped.
Emmy didn’t want the conversation to turn to the party, so she quipped. “Yeah, ice skating interrupted by fights. What’s not to love?”
Zander said nothing, but Spence chuckled and asked, “Big crowd?”
“Wild,” Delaney confirmed. “A few fans were ejected for fighting, too.”
Emmy’s stomach twisted, but Spence kept the conversation moving, walking to the door.
Delaney headed toward security’s area, and Emmy walked with Rhea to the kitchen.
While the meat cooked, they mixed horseradish, sour cream, mayo, and some chives.
“I’m going to need details,” Rhea said.
“Not out here.”
Zander would know everything Rhea knew. How much did she want to tell her friend?
Fuck, she decided not to base her decision on that.
“My dad keeps sending takedown demands, so the porn sites don’t host the videos of me.
The MIT one, I was underage, and he actually had a few sites prosecuted for that, so it doesn’t often pop back up, though it sometimes does on the overseas sites.
” She blew out a breath. “I was eighteen for the balcony one though, and it keeps getting uploaded, which wouldn’t be terrible if they didn’t tag my name.
I’m not ashamed of myself, but society has weird ideas about it. ”
She shrugged. “Worked in my favor tonight, but it’s usually a negative.”
“What was up with the staredown with Zander?”
“I think he’s having a hard time seeing me as a woman instead of the little girl who used to live next door. He’s a damned ancient vampire — you’d think he’d be used to humans and shifters growing up.”
“But you were really close to him, right?”
“Yeah. He was my Uncle Abbott, and I adored him. I was sad when he moved away.”
The air fryer beeped, and they dumped the chicken into a huge bowl, grabbed the ramekin of dip, and headed to Rhea’s room to share secrets in private.
“Did Lucas make you consent before he fucked you?” she asked Rhea.
“Yes! It was … odd. Made me do multiplication while we undressed, and then doublechecked right before his dick went in.”
“From what I gather, there are team rules about consent. I’m guessing they have to confirm you aren’t too drunk to consent, and then do a check-in before the actual deed happens. I mean, probably not a terrible idea for a bunch of aggressive males, but yeah. It was odd.”
“I’m not sure I could’ve relaxed and enjoyed myself knowing Delaney was listening.”
Emmy shrugged. In truth, she hadn’t been thinking about it. “Delaney’s cool. Her job is to keep me alive and not kidnapped, not to judge me. I’ve had much worse guards.”
“The princess thing?”
“That’s part of it. Tell me about Lucas.”
The two talked until the chicken was gone, and then Emmy went to her room, stripped to nothing, showered, and crashed.
If Zander had a problem, she’d let it be his problem. He’d avoided her every chance he could since she’d arrived.
And yes, it hurt her feelings, but whatever. She’d fuck who and what she wanted. She could do that all she wanted as long as she fed the vampires on schedule, kept her grades up, and didn’t get kicked out of yet another college.