39. Chapter 39
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“ I t worked!” I exclaimed, yanking the bathroom door open. I stood in the doorway, wearing only an oversized crimson towel wrapped around my body, my hair dripping past my shoulders. I had expected Gavin to be waiting for me in the bedroom, but a quick scan revealed that the room was empty.
The murmur of masculine voices drew me across the bedroom. The door to the sitting room had been pulled closed but not latched. I angled my ear to the crack and listened. Gavin was out there; Bastian was too. My heart lurched into my throat and I backed up a step when I heard Ash’s voice as well. Shit, shit, shit ! They were all out there.
Was it time? Was this it? Was the great group communion about to begin?
Heart lodged in my throat, I scrambled into the bathroom and eased the door shut, leaning back against the slab of wood. I wasn’t ready for this. I was not ready to be with three stunning, well-endowed immortals at the same time .
A semi-hysterical laugh bubbled up from my chest. Who was I kidding? I would never be ready for this . But it was now or never, tangled, wet hair and all. I needed to just rip off the bandaid. Just go out there and get it over with already.
I took several deep breaths, working up the nerve to turn around and open the door.
But someone knocked on the door before I could open it, and I leapt across the bathroom, spinning around and backing into the counter, my fingers clutching my throat. My heart hammered, banging against my sternum like it was trying to break out of my chest.
“Soph?” Bastian called.
“Just a sec!” I blurted, my voice high and tight. I forced my fingers to unclench from around my neck and lowered my hand, turning to face the mirror. My eyes were wide and wild, with too much white showing around my irises. Hands trembling, I combed my fingers through my wet hair, attempting to tame my suddenly savage appearance.
Just open the door , I silently told myself. Just go out there and get this over with. I had already had sex with each of them, and I’d had a threesome with Gavin and Bastian, so it wasn’t like there would be any big surprises.
Which made me think of Ash and his big surprise , and I suppressed a snort of laughter, slapping my hand over my mouth to make sure I held it in.
But how would it work, me with three potent, virile men? Would it be a free-for-all, with the two vampires and the shifter falling on me like rabid beasts, attempting to claim their fair share, or would they take turns? I probably needed deodorant, right? Like, this was bound to get pretty active, wasn’t it?
I scanned the tidy marble countertop, then peeked under the sink, but found no sticks, spray cans, tubes, or jars labeled deodorant . Baking soda was an ingredient used in natural deodorants, wasn’t it? Maybe I could sneak past the waiting immortals and down to the kitchen, rifle through the pantry, and rub some baking soda on my pits.
The mental image of me flinging white power under my arms spurred another bout of hysterical laughter that refused to be contained. I muffled it as best as I could with both hands over my mouth. Tears welled from the combination of hysterics and nerves.
“Sophie?” Bastian called through the door. “Are you okay?” When I took too long to answer, the door handle turned, and I realized too late that I had forgotten to relock the door.
Panicked, I clutched the edge of the countertop and watched Bastian enter the bathroom. He froze in the doorway, taking in my tear-filled eyes and trembling body.
“It’s just nerves,” I whispered, my chest rising and falling with each too-fast breath.
Bastian scoffed and crossed the bathroom, eating up the space between us in two large strides. “You’re shaking like a leaf,” he said, wrapping his arms around me.
I tucked my face against the curve of his shoulder and inhaled his familiar woodsy scent. He rubbed slow, comforting circles over my back and nuzzled my neck.
I was vaguely aware of Gavin and Ash hanging back in the bedroom, but for the moment, I was perfectly happy to take the comfort Bastian offered. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on the gentle brush of Bastian’s lips and slightly prickly stubble over my neck, on his softly murmured reassurances. I gripped his shirt at his sides, pulling him closer. His lips moved from my neck to my jaw, and I angled my face toward his, letting him kiss me fully.
Bastian’s arms tightened around me as I opened my mouth to let him in, savoring his approving groan, then slackened, his hands settling on my hips. His fingers kneaded the swell of my ass, slowly inching the towel higher up my legs.
With a hoarse growl, he gripped my hips and lifted me, setting my ass on the counter and wedging himself between my legs. I hooked my ankles behind his thighs and pulled him closer, rubbing my needy center against the hard length of him pushing against his sweatpants. I wrapped my arms around his neck, twining my fingers through the soft, short curls at the nape of his neck, and moaned at the delicious, teasing sensation between my legs.
Suddenly, Bastian’s arms were around me again, and he lifted me off the counter. I squeaked, holding on tight as he turned with me and carried me into the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed with me straddling his lap, and he let me take control of the kiss. But suddenly I wanted so much more than that.
Without breaking the kiss or even letting myself consider where this was leading, I reached down between our bodies and slid my hand into the waistband of his sweatpants, finding his hard length and pulling it free. His fingers dug into my hips, dragging me closer until my wet slit dragged across the bulging head of his cock.
I pushed his shoulders, wanting him to lie back on the bed so I could have my way with him. He complied, breaking the kiss and easing backward. I dug my nails into his shoulders and ground myself against him, not yet ready to give him what I knew he desperately wanted.
“Fuck, Sophie,” he moaned as I dragged my clit along his length, pleasuring myself even as I denied him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
A second pair of hands brushed over my shoulders, then down my chest to unknot the towel. The thick terry cloth slipped off my body and fell away, and those new hands teased the undersides of my bare breasts as teeth glided over the crook of my neck.
I arched my back, tantalized by the promise of a bite. “Yes,” I hissed, angling my head further to the side, encouraging those teeth to dig in.
Gavin’s smooth chuckle cascaded over my skin a moment before he bit down, breaking the skin and freeing my blood. At that exact moment, Bastian angled the head of his cock against my needy entrance and filled my aching core with one hard thrust.
I gasped as the pleasure of being filled so suddenly merged with the thrill of the bite, awakening my darker hunger. Gavin released my neck almost as soon as his teeth dug in, but the switch had been flipped. Bloodlust roared through my veins, amping up my sexual desires until I felt insatiable.
Ash stepped into my line of vision, standing beyond the far side of the bed, his eyes locked with mine as he stripped off his T-shirt, then set to work on his belt. I watched him as I rocked atop Bastian, craving the other immortal’s hands on me as well. My earlier fear seemed ridiculous because, at that moment, I knew nothing would feel as right as being with my consorts—all of them at the same time.
Behind me, Gavin grazed his teeth up and down over my neck, teasing the bite wound and pausing every so often to lick up the leaking blood. His hand slid down my abdomen and dipped between my legs, his fingers expertly finding my clit.
“Mmm . . . yes,” I moaned, slowing my rocking hips to enjoy Gavin’s circling fingers.
Ash’s belt was unbuckled, and he quickly unfastened his pants, his stare roving over the scene before him. He kicked off his boots and pushed down his pants with one hand while he gripped his monster cock with the other. I licked my lips, recalling how that massive appendage had felt inside me, and I moved faster atop Bastian. Sensing my mounting climax, Gavin worked me harder, and the pleasure built higher and higher within me.
An orgasm ripped through me suddenly, my back bowing and my body shuddering. I closed my eyes, coasting along the blissful waves as Gavin and Bastian continued to play my body like expert musicians.
When the pleasure receded and Gavin moved his hand higher, to my belly, allowing semi-coherency to return to my lust-saturated mind, I opened my eyes to find Ash kneeling on the bed before me, at Bastian’s shoulder, fully nude and pumping his hand along the length of his massive cock.
I grabbed for him greedily, replacing his hand with my own. His breath hissed through his teeth as I squeezed him, using my grip on him to pull him closer to me. He crawled forward and leaned in toward me, bringing his neck inches from my mouth, seeming to instinctively understand what I needed. His large hands settled on my ribcage, and he angled his thumbs upward over my breasts, flicking his thumbnails over my nipples.
Encouraged by the sharp caress, I grazed my teeth over Ash’s neck, teasing only for a moment before digging in hard enough to break the skin. A deep groan rumbled through Ash’s chest as I pulled his blood into me. My nerve endings electrified, his immortal blood heightening the senses of my mortal body. The pleasure of Bastian’s cock filling me ratcheted up, ecstasy building within me once more.
Behind me, Gavin trailed a hand down my spine and grazed a fingertip lower, teasing between the cheeks of my ass. The sensation jolted through me, unexpectedly thrilling, and I pushed back against his finger as he focused his attention on a single point. I felt a warm wetness dripping down my crack, and the instant his fingertip, coated in the unexpected lubricant, pushed into my back hole and I felt the exponential heightening of sensations, I knew exactly what that wetness was: blood.
I tore my mouth away from Ash’s shoulder as a second orgasm rocked my body. Gavin took advantage of my momentary bliss to add a second finger, stretching me. The waves of pleasure intensified, and I pushed back against him.
I whimpered when Bastian suddenly pulled out of me, sliding his body out from between my legs, but I couldn’t do anything to stop him as I clutched onto Ash’s shoulders, entranced as I was by the new sensations Gavin was drawing from my body. But suddenly, his fingers left me as well, and I felt empty without either of my immortals. I sagged against Ash, mourning the loss of feeling so deliciously full.
“Hold on, Sophie,” Gavin said, and then I felt him nudging my back entrance with something far thicker than a finger. More warm blood trickled down my crack, and I shuddered as sparklers of pleasure soaked into my skin. “Deep breaths,” he said, stroking gentle fingers along my spine. “Relax.”
“Fuck me, Gavin,” I panted, pressing back against him, and he slowly pushed into me. The pleasure of his immortal blood eased the pain of being stretched.
“Some help?” Gavin ground out.
Without hesitation, Ash crawled forward and rolled onto his back, angling his head directly between my legs. He dragged his tongue along my slit, then wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked.
“ Fuck ,” I moaned, my eyelids fluttering shut as Ash continued to suck my clit, flicking his tongue over the swollen bud.
Flesh pressed against my lips. A wrist. Bastian’s wrist, based on the woodsy scent. I immediately dug my teeth into his skin, releasing a gush of hot, sweet blood into my mouth, my taste buds exploding with rich blackberries and pine.
Apparently that was the distraction Gavin needed, because suddenly he was pushing deeper into me. He moved slowly, gently, giving my body time to adjust to this new intrusion. The immortal blood coating his cock soaked into my body, making me tingle and ache with sexual need in places I had never even considered erotic.
But I didn’t want him to be slow and gentle. I wanted to be filled. Fucked. Devoured.
On his next careful withdrawal, when only his head was sheathed within me, I pushed backward against him, hard. Pleasure burst through my body, the sudden climax blotting out my vision with silver stars as I pulsed around Gavin’s cock. Gavin clutched my hips tight, holding my ass flush against him. More of his hot, wet blood dripped down my crack.
Bastian’s blood flowing down my throat ensured this orgasm would go on and on with minimal stimulation. It didn’t stop when Ash pulled his head out from between my legs or when Gavin stood with me, buried to the hilt in my ass, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs. Eyes squeezed shut, I clutched onto Bastian’s wrist and pulled more of his blood into me, riding the blissful waves.
But then another body moved in front of me, two larger hands replacing Gavin’s on my thighs as a thick cock nudged my swollen, needy slit. My eyes snapped open as Ash thrust his blood-coated length into me. I stared into Ash’s pale blue eyes, my breath stolen, my body pulsing with pleasure.
Sandwiched between these two immortals, their blood soaking into me from the core of my being while another immortal’s blood filled my mouth, I hovered in a state of stunned euphoria. This was nirvana. The sole purpose of existing had to be to reach this state. To feel this blissfully good. I had never really considered sex a spiritual experience, but this was truly divine.
Lost to the bloodlust and bliss, I became a frenzied, greedy creature. I wanted more of each of them. I wanted all of them filling all of me. I couldn’t get enough. I needed more—more of them, more immortals, more blood. More .
Grunting as Gavin and Ash thrust into me with savage synchronicity, I tore my mouth away from Bastian’s wrist and craned my neck, seeking Gavin’s throat. His blood was the only of my consorts’ I had yet to take during this communion , and I craved his spiced chocolate taste. I knew, in my soul, that I wouldn’t be satisfied until his blood flowed through me, too.
I struck like a predator, sinking my teeth into Gavin’s flesh until his delicious blood filled my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Bastian groaned.
I moaned, power swirling in my chest, like the blood from my immortals had formed a whirlwind around my heart. It swelled, fueled by my pleasure and by that of my consorts. Bigger and bigger, the whirlwind grew until I was full to bursting, not just in the core of my being, but at the root of my soul. The bliss escalated to a mind-shattering intensity, and it could no longer be contained.
With nowhere else to go, the power exploded out of me, overwhelming my senses with pure ecstasy unlike anything I had ever felt before. Gasping, I pulled my mouth away from Gavin’s throat as intense spasms of euphoria racked my body.
Between one thudding heartbeat and the next, a brilliant, silver glow burst out of me, showering the bedroom in moonlight. Gavin let out a guttural groan and buried himself in me, clutching me close. Ash thrust his hips forward, slamming into me until I saw stars, and he collapsed against us.
“ Fuck ,” Bastian moaned, and I felt his stubbled cheek press against my hip.
I let my head loll to the side on Gavin’s shoulder to see that Bastian had dropped to his knees, his cock fisted in his hand, his release spurting across his thigh. Bastian dragged his lips across my hip, taking what piece of me he could get.
Slowly, gently, Ash lowered my legs to the floor, his spent erection sending aftershocks of ecstasy shooting through my body as it brushed over my overstimulated clit. I shuddered in Gavin’s hold, my legs trembling. Ash leaned forward, pressing his lips to my forehead.
“Go clean up and meet us in the sitting room,” Gavin murmured. And then he scooped me up, an arm under my knees, the other curled around my shoulders, and he carried me into the bathroom.