Chapter 4
Autumn
Suddenly, he’s gone. I don’t even hear his footsteps. I hear absolutely nothing, actually.
Is he okay? Who’s here? What if the lady who recognized me said something? What if I was followed here? It could be Dale. He wouldn’t have been able to drive down from Altera that fast, but it could be someone he found down here. He has enough connections, he could hire someone to kill me.
It can’t be Dale. It can’t be someone Dale sent. Right?
I have to put on clothes. I can’t do this naked.
Taking the towel from around my shoulders, I wrap it around my head, hoping that the bleach has been rinsed from my hair well enough. I look for my clothes, but I left them in Will’s room.
He told me not to leave the bathroom.
But what if someone’s hurting him? They could be having a violent fight, completely silent. They’re vampires—anything is possible. They aren’t natural, Will said, but supernatural. Fuck. What do I do?
Suddenly, there’s a loud thud, and an oof.
“Asshole,” someone mutters.
“You wanker,” Will says, then laughs.
He’s laughing. He’s okay.
“I should be able to come into my own fucking place without getting tackled.” Xander’s voice.
I wrap the towel around my body and hurry through Will’s bedroom and office to the hallway, where I see Xander splayed out on the floor on his stomach, and Will getting off of Xander’s back.
“You haven’t been here in two days,” Will says. “I thought you were an intruder.”
“I’ve been staying at the Oakhill Street place,” Xander says, sounding sulky as he ignores Will’s proffered hand and picks himself up from the floor.
Not knowing what else to do, but not wanting to hang around wearing only a towel, I return to Will’s room, where I find my clothes and put them on. Once dressed, I go into Will’s office. He and Xander are already in there.
“Did I say you could get dressed, little girl?” Will asks.
I pause, hands on the bottom of my shirt where I was straightening it. “Um, no?”
“Take those clothes off. We were in the middle of something before we were interrupted.”
But…Xander is right there. I hesitate.
“Now, little girl.” Will’s voice is low. “Your safe word is red if you need it.”
Xander’s face is totally blank.
You know what, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.
Maybe he doesn’t want me here, but there’s no denying he wants me.
So, sure. Why the fuck not. I lift my shirt off and toss it to the floor, inwardly smiling when Xander winces.
I throw my bra to the other side of Will’s desk.
My shorts get tossed to one of the chairs, where they land on the seat like a second-rate throw pillow.
And my panties get dropped right where I’m standing. I hold my arms out. “Ta-da.”
Neither of them looks amused, but the corner of Will’s mouth lifts up. Maybe.
“Have a seat on Daddy’s knee while I talk to Xander,” Will says, sitting in one of the chairs and gesturing that Xander should take the other one.
I do as he asked, leaning against him for comfort. Being totally naked and not engaged in a sexual act is strange for me. Will runs his hand up and down my thigh, but his focus is on Xander.
“So, what’s up? Why are you sneaking in?”
“I wasn’t sneaking,” Xander says. “I live here too, dickhead. I need to talk to you and make you listen to sense.”
“If you’re here to tell me Autumn needs to go—”
“She does need to go, but I’m here about Gaius.”
Wow. He still hates me. Great. Here I’m sitting, nude, and Xander couldn’t care less.
Will’s voice is tired. “What about Gaius?”
“Gaius is going to want to see us,” Xander says, “and we should visit before he summons us.”
“Fuck him,” Will says, smoothing my hair back.
“We can’t afford to do that.” Xander shakes his head, frowning angrily at the wall.
“Who is Gaius?” I ask. Because heck, if they’re going to have these cryptic exchanges in front of me, then I’d like some information so I can at least follow along.
I expect Will to answer me, but it’s Xander. “He’s a powerful vampire. He and his frerte—”
“Frair-tay?” I ask, pronouncing it slowly.
“It’s like…brother, friend, partner,” Will says. “Xander is my frerte, and I’m his. If one of us was a woman, the woman would be a sorte. If one of us was nonbinary, we would make up our own term. Vampires exist at their most powerful in units of three. We call them triads.”
“Oh,” I say. “So you need another frerte or a sorte to be as powerful as Gaius?”
Xander shakes his head. “No, the third has to be an amant. A human consort, so to speak.”
Frair-tay. Sore-tay. Ah-mahnt. I repeat them in my head, slowing them down to remember.
“At any rate,” Xander says, “Gaius Black has power. He has vampires living under his so-called ‘protection’ who will do his bidding. If he wants to empty out San Esteban and drive us away, he can easily accomplish that.”
“I hate kissing his ass,” Will says.
“It’s necessary.” Xander’s voice is final. “I hate it, too.”
Will keeps running his hand over my leg. Soothing. Arousing. “He hasn’t asked us to meet.”
“Yet,” Xander says.
“Then we don’t need to do anything.”
I’m fascinated by this discussion, by the way Will keeps carefully touching me, the way Xander stares at Will’s hand on my leg, then quickly glances off to the side. My legs are together, swung over Will’s left leg. But slowly, on the next strokes of his hand over my thigh, he pulls them apart.
“Will,” I hiss. “Now’s not the time.”
“Your daddy says when it’s time.” He kisses my cheek.
“Um…” I start to say.
He chuckles. “The blond suits you, baby,” he says, taking a lock of my hair and running it through his fingers. He turns his attention back to Xander. “Don’t you think so?”
“I’d fuck her,” Xander says. “She looks like a sex toy.”
A thrill shoots through me. Xander is so rude, but it’s freaking working for me. I hate that, but I can’t control it.
Xander grins and makes a show of inhaling. “You like it when I say nasty things about you, don’t you, you filthy little mouse?”
My pussy tingles.
“You’re fucking drenched right now, aren’t you?” he asks.
I don’t want to answer. He doesn’t deserve an answer, the jerk. But where is this going? Is he going to watch Will fuck me? Is he going to join in?
Xander laughs, cruel and low. “Show me. Put a finger in that cunt, let me see how it glistens when you pull it out.”
I could safeword out of this…but I don’t. Instead, I lower my hand to my pussy and slide a finger inside.
Xander
Her eyes flutter closed momentarily as she fingers herself. My dick twitches. I’ve been hard since Autumn settled herself on Will’s lap. He keeps stroking her leg. He knows I’m fucking obsessed with legs, and he wants to call attention to Autumn’s.
Job well done, asshole.
I can’t be truly angry, because the picture before me is far too delectable. Will nuzzles Autumn’s neck and murmurs encouragement while she touches herself.
“Open your eyes and look at Xander,” Will says.
Her pretty hazel eyes lock on mine.
“Show me your finger,” I say, my voice low, half-strangled. I want her. I want her so fucking bad.
She pulls her hand away from her cunt and holds it up. Faster than human eyes could track, I move to stand right before her. I reach for her wrist and tug her hand to my mouth. Then slowly, I lick up one side of her finger.
Her desire is the sweetest dessert.
I guide her hand to her face. “Taste yourself.”
She licks the other side of her finger, her eyes on me. There’s a challenge in those depths. I take her up on it and haul her off of Will’s lap. I grab her newly-blond tresses and tilt her head back before taking her mouth with mine.
I plunder her with my tongue, tasting her arousal, licking into her mouth and teasing her tongue with mine.
She whimpers and grabs my shoulders, trembling. When I look down, I see that Will has nudged her legs apart enough that he can cup her pussy, and he’s working her clit.
Her chest slides against mine. I imagine the fabric of my dress shirt is an interesting sensation on her nipples. I can’t resist reaching between us and pinching one. She moans softly, all lust.
It’s impossible to wait any longer. I catch Will’s eye, and he nods at me. He’s beyond ready, too.
Pulling back from Autumn’s wanton kiss, I say, “Bend over, mouse. Show us what belongs to us.”
Cheeks pink, she does as I ask. I smooth my fingers over her cunt, rippling them over her slippery lips.
As good as her pussy feels, I want to see her eyes on me while her soft lips are wrapped around my dick.
“Do I get to fuck your mouth tonight?” I whisper, dipping a finger into her pussy. “Or do I fuck you here?”
“You fuck me there,” she says.
Stubborn little thing. Fine. My cock doesn’t care which warm, wet part of her I play in.
I take off my shirt and drape it over the arm of the sofa.
Then I unbutton my jeans, shove them down while Will gets in place in front of Autumn, doing the same.
My cock juts out. I grip the base with one hand and nudge Autumn’s legs wider.
“Get ready to take my cock, mouse,” I say.
She can’t respond; her mouth is already full.
“Same as last time,” Will says, gripping her hair. The blond locks look bright against his skin. “Tap my leg if you need to stop.”
She makes a muffled sound and smooths her hand over his thigh. Like me, he still has his pants on. I fucking love having her naked between us while we’re mostly dressed. The image is hot. And from the way she wiggles when I impale her on my dick, I think she likes everything we’re doing, too.
I drag myself out, reveling in her softness, in how her muscles flutter around me. Then I press back in.
“This is what we do with little girls who sneak into our basement,” I say, giving her ass a little smack. “We fuck them—and we fuck them hard. But you knew that, didn’t you? I warned you about us, the first time you came down here.”
Her pussy squeezes me tighter.
“Are we drinking tonight?” I ask Will.
He shakes his head. “I bit her yesterday.”
“Tomorrow, then,” I promise, dragging a fingertip down Autumn’s spine. If we play more than one or two nights with the same woman, we’re careful not to take too much. Not after Elisabeth. Tight control—we have to maintain it.
She shivers. I love how responsive she is to us.
“It’ll be so sweet when I bite you again, mouse. I’ll take your ass and Will will take your pussy. We’ll fill your holes so tight, you won’t be able to move. You’re our little toy mouse, just for us to play with.”
Rocking back onto my cock, she clenches me tighter. I rasp more dirty, humiliating things. Will tells her she’s a perfect little girl toy, made for us, that she’s dirty and beautiful and he’ll clean her all up when we’re done so we can do it again.
She moans, and Will comes, holding her mouth on him as he fucks hard before freezing against her.
“Fuck, love, your mouth is brilliant.” He slumps back into the chair, blue eyes glittering as I continue to thrust into Autumn’s sweet cunt. He keeps his hand in her hair so she stays bent over for me, her face in profile.
I’m going to come soon. I can’t tell how close she is, but I know how to push her over the edge and into oblivion.
“You’re a dirty little mouse,” I rasp, bracing one arm on the side of the chair so I can lean forward to bite the edge of her ear. “Look at you with your face in Will’s lap, always eager for cock, aren’t you, mouse?”
Her pussy spasms over my cock. She is utterly perfect in her love of humiliation.
“Say it,” I say, pushing her further. “Say you’re a dirty little mouse.”
Face twisting in pleasure, yet flushed with embarrassment, she grits out, “I’m a dirty little mouse.”
Her orgasm is instantaneous, following swiftly after the words. She squeezes my cock, wringing out my own orgasm. I come with my hand on her hip, my mouth tight against her neck, sucking but not biting.
As soon as I’m done, I pull out. Will hauls Autumn into his lap. I get a wet washcloth from Will’s bathroom and return with it, gesture for Will to take it. He does, frowning at me as he cuddles Autumn and gently wipes up the mess of our fucking.
I should tell her she’s a good girl, that she’s not a mouse, but a goddess. Humiliation is a tricky kink, requiring specific aftercare. But Will is already doing that, whispering sweet nothings and kissing her delicious mouth, holding her tight like she’s precious. I’m not needed here.
I stand up straight, put on my shirt.
“What are you doing?” Will asks.
“Going to my room.”
He looks pointedly at the girl in his arms, then back at me, and says, “Seriously?”
“What, you thought I would remain in here with you two? Did you think this would become some big sleepover, full of warm feelings? Fuck, man, I’ve told you—she can’t stay. I’m not getting attached, and you shouldn’t, either.”
Autumn flinches like I’ve slapped her.
Guilt winds its way through my chest, squeezing my lungs. I shouldn’t be saying this shit in front of her.
I shouldn’t be saying it at all.
“Well, see you,” I say. “Thanks for the fuck.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” she says.
She’s not wrong.
I wink, blow her a kiss, and leave.
Every step down the hall and away from her is a stake to my chest.
But I take each step, each stake, one after another after another. And I would take a thousand more if it means I don’t end up killing the girl.