Chapter 22 Vanna
TWENTY-TWO
VANNA
My body hums with salacious power.
Hunter stays kneeling between my thighs with my blood smeared across his mouth from Stone’s rage filled kiss. While Stone stands beside the bed staring at me, waiting for my permission to join.
Hunter scoffs at the audacity but when he sees the contemplation on my face he clears his throat.
“Vanna?”
“I-um,” My nerves get the best of me as I try to answer.
Stone rips his shirt off. I swallow and my stomach coils with heat.
Hunt eyes me pleadingly, hoping that I’ll back out. I told him I didn’t need a three-way, but if the opportunity presents itself, how do I say no? He’s familiar and Stone is... the fucking cherry on top.
“You want both of us?” He questions skeptically.
I open my mouth, but Stone answers for me as his pants fall to his ankles.
“Just look at her. Tell me the blush across her cheeks doesn’t affirm that already.”
Stone lifts my back and climbs into the bed, sitting behind me. I lay back against his chest, and he leans over me to kiss my lips.
“Let’s just have a little fun, huh?” He tells me and I nod.
It’s a strange thing, feeling this trust between the two of us rather than with the man between my legs.
Stone begins to knead my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples, as Hunt slips his fingers into me. The sensation of two men at once is overstimulating. The mere thought already builds a pressure inside my core.
I watch as Stone’s tattooed hand glides down the center of my torso, his fingers pressing against my clit. I groan into the touch and arch my back against him as he circles and pinches. The moment Hunt’s fingers are buried knuckle deep inside of me, Stone whispers in my ear.
“Enjoy this because it’s the last time you’ll ever have him inside of you.”
I shudder at the threat, but any response is cut off by Hunt’s thrusts.
Blowing out a bout of air, I writhe against Stone’s chest. Then it occurs to me that despite loving being the center of attention here, there is something I’ve always wanted to see.
“I want you two to kiss again.” I pant.
Hunter’s eyes narrow at me, but the pure lust must have him conceding. I can tell he’s desperate now, just as he was before. I told him he was boring, and he’ll do anything to prove he isn’t.
He leans over me and smashes his lips to Stone’s. Then growls angrily, pulling back. Blood trickles down his lip and past his chin, but not from me. Stone must have bitten him, and the sight nearly pushes me over the edge.
I maneuver from between them and kneel next to Stone on the bed.
“Fuck, I’m trying, Van. I’m just-”
“I want you to touch him.” I tell Hunter and look over to Stone for approval.
He shrugs with a little smirk donning his face.
“No. I’m calling it quits.”
Hunter shoves off the bed, grabs his clothes, and locks himself in the bathroom. Minutes later, his face is clean and he’s stomping out the door.
I rush after him this time, blood dripping down my legs and all.
“Wait!” I call after him. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to force you or anything. I just wanted-”
And he’s gone. The front door slams shut, and I stand there confused.
“-I just wanted to see how far you would be willing to go.”
“With someone he despises.” Stone clarifies behind me.
He wraps a fresh towel around me and spins me to face him.
“He doesn’t despise you.”
“He does.” Stone snorts. “And I despise him, but I still would have let him touch me. Fuck, Van. At this point, I’d pretty much do anything for you.”
“Don’t say things like that.”
“Why?”
“Because!” I push past him and lock myself in my room, desperate for peace and a shower.
And still, the blond monster somehow finds his way into my room, then on the other side of the glass door. I startle when I catch him leaning against the vanity to watch me.
“Vanna, I’m willing to do whatever your heart desires.
There’s not a single thing in this world that could turn me off to you.
You want me to fuck a man for you? Gladly, I’d cum doing it too.
You want me to swallow your piss?” He opens his mouth wide.
“Give it to me. You want your ex to touch me? By all means.”
“Stone. Stop.”
“As long as it makes you cum harder than you’ve ever had before, I’d do it. Jesus.” He whispers exasperatedly as if he doesn’t believe he’s saying these things aloud.
I’m silent for a long moment trying to battle all these horribly salacious fantasies now running ramped through my head.
Suddenly, the door to the shower is opening and Stone is stepping inside. Water soaks his grey sweats, outlining the thick steel inside of them.
“What are you-”
Stone grips my face and crushes our mouths together. It’s dizzying, this moment. All those declarations packed into one brutal, violent kiss. His canines scrape along my bottom lip, but don’t break skin the way he did with Hunter.
And when I pull away, there’s a maddening swirl of insanity in his blue eyes that matches my own. This... this between us? It’s not healthy. It can’t be. He’s just giving me every terrible desire I’ve ever yearned for when he should be steering me clear.
Hunter, he grounded me. He kept me stapled to reality and Stone? Well, he’s fucking floating away right beside me and there’s no one to anchor us to the ground.
“This could never work.”
“Van, I don’t care. I will make it work. We will work.” His hands never leave my face, not until I sever whatever it is between us.
“I don't want it to.”
His brows furrow and his mouth falls into a frown. Slowly, his hands part from my cheeks and he steps back as much as the space allows.
“What?”
“I don’t want us to work, Stone.”
“But-”
“I'm sorry.”
I push past him and leave him standing baffled in my shower.