Chapter 8
Autumn
This couch is unbelievably comfortable. It smells good, too, like earthy walnuts and dry leaves.
I sink into it, tugging the blanket more tightly around myself.
It’s only been a few nights since I slept with a blanket, but from the way I keep rubbing this one against my face and arms, you’d think it has been an eternity. I need to calm the fuck down.
At least the vampires aren’t here in the room anymore. Not going to lie, I was a little disappointed when Will left “so you can rest, love.” I don’t miss Xander, though. At all. I was hurt at first, by his behavior, but now I’m just annoyed.
Will’s annoyed at him, too. I didn’t miss the dark looks he kept sending to Xander. I wonder what that’s about.
Minutes pass. Maybe hours. I’m so comfortable, yet I can’t sleep. This place is a marvel. Shacked up with two vampires, I feel safer than I ever have. If Dale were to come here right now, I bet these guys would tear him apart.
I’d bring popcorn and watch.
I never thought of myself as a particularly bloodthirsty person, but the thought of violence done to Dale makes me especially happy.
Immediately, I mentally chastise myself. I’m getting too smug, feeling safe for one night. One night is all I have, and tomorrow morning, my fear will be right back where it was, and I won’t even have a safe place to sleep.
I toss and turn on the couch, mad at myself, mad at this situation, and so fucking scared.
After another minute of tossing and turning, someone clears their throat. I stop moving. Someone is in the room with me. I turn my head and see his outline. He’s leaning against the doorway leading to the hall.
“Will?” I ask.
He steps forward. In the faint light, I can see that he’s wearing low-slung, loose pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt. It looks so…domestic. I want him to sit down so I can climb into his lap.
No, Autumn. You are not allowed to cuddle with the vampire.
He says, “How do you know my name?”
I bite my lip. I shouldn’t bring this up; it’s only going to invite trouble. “I—the other night. I heard Xander call you Will.”
“Right.” He steps closer and I can see his gleaming smile, illuminated by faint moonlight coming through the high basement windows. “When we were fucking that woman.”
I look away. He’s too handsome for words, and I’m trying really hard not to picture him naked again.
That scene is seared into my mind, though.
The rhythmic flexing of his ass while he fucked her from behind.
The length of his gleaming cock as they’d changed positions.
His half-lidded eyes, blissed out on lust… .
“You can’t sleep,” he states, shaking me from my reverie. “I could hear you tossing around. Would you like a drink?”
Hesitating, I say, “I don’t drink blood, if that’s what you’re offering.”
He laughs quietly. “I was offering whisky.”
“Sure.” I push myself up so I’m sitting instead of lying down. “Thanks.”
There’s a kitchen area just behind the couch. It’s not large. I wonder if they ever use it for cooking.
“Do you eat solid food?” I ask.
“Sometimes,” he says. “We don’t need to.”
“And the blood,” I say, cataloging details from several teen vampire movies and TV shows, “does it need to be human, or…?”
“Animal blood will do, but it isn’t ideal. You’re a nosy one, aren’t you?”
I shrug and watch while he pours amber liquid from a crystal bottle into two glasses. “You’re the first vampire I ever met.”
Joining me on the couch, he hands me a glass of whisky and gets comfortable. I can’t help but think how he could’ve just as easily taken one of the armchairs across from me. But he sat close on purpose.
What is the purpose, though?
“Are you nervous, love?” he asks.
“No,” I lie, and take a sip.
“Your heart is pounding fast. Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to?”
I whip my head to the side to face him. “No.”
“Lies.” He grins and leans back into the couch. Sounding lazy and unbothered by my dishonesty, he says, “I didn’t even ask your name.”
“Autumn.”
“That’s quite pretty.”
“Thanks. My mom and dad chose it together. I guess they came up with it independently, and it was their top pick. When they went to share their lists of potential baby names, they were shocked to see they’d landed on the same first choice.”
I’m talking too much. I need to shut up.
But Will is watching me, and he looks interested. Is it just me, or is his gaze lingering on my wrist, at the pulsing vein? It’s just me. I’m imagining things; I must be.
“How did you even find me, earlier?” I ask.
“Vampires are heavily guided by pheromones.”
“So you smelled me.”
He nods.
Yikes. I don’t have anything to say to that.
“You smell like flowers. Jasmine, maybe.” He grins. “Except for that dirty, dirty hand of yours.”
I shove that hand under my leg. I used the restroom and washed up while Will was getting the couch ready for me. Lots of soap and water. I was hoping he’d never bring it up again.
“You can’t hide your arousal from us, love.”
This is beyond embarrassing. He seems so suave, cultured, experienced. He’s supernatural, skilled. And I am a human mess.
“You didn’t notice her when we had the woman last night, Will,” another voice says from the hall.
Xander walks into the room, an amused smile on his face.
Like Will, he has on dark pajama bottoms. They look soft, like flannel.
Unlike Will, he isn’t wearing a shirt. I would like a few minutes alone with his tattoo.
“But I noticed her. The little mouse couldn’t look away. ”
“Really?” Will focuses on me, intrigued.
I look down. Embarrassment and arousal should not mix so well, and yet I’m pressing my thighs together so, so hard, hoping for some kind of relief from the throbbing pulse inside of me.
Xander steps up to the sofa. “Did you like what you saw, little mouse?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. I don’t even like this guy…do I?
He takes my whisky glass and sets it on the side table. My fingers burn where he lightly brushed them with his. “Did you wish you were her?”
Flicking my gaze to Will, I widen my eyes. Why isn’t he rescuing me from Xander? But Will only grins. Sadistic fucker. He looks entertained.
“Did you picture us while you climaxed to your own hand?” Xander nudges my feet apart with his own and steps between my legs.
I am going to explode with heat and pleasure. “Shut up,” I whisper. “Just stop it.”
“Too scared,” he taunts.
“I’m not scared,” I say. “I just don’t want you.”
He tilts his head back and laughs. “Little mouse. The pheromones you’re pumping out tell a very different story. You must be dripping for us. We’re big on consent, though. Enthusiastic consent.”
Curiosity forces me to speak. “What does that mean, exactly?”
“It means he wants you to beg for it,” Will says.
Xander’s voice is low. “Otherwise, we leave this room now and you can toss and turn until your little mousy self falls asleep.”
I don’t want them to leave. But I don’t want to admit, out loud, that I will die if they don’t act on this. It’s a matter of survival. Can I really be blamed? I need this like I need to breathe.
I’m stubborn, though. And yes, still scared.
A long, silent moment passes.
Xander gives a huff of annoyance and steps away from me. “Just as I thought—”
“Don’t go,” I whisper.
He freezes, waits. There’s a look of superiority on his face that makes me want to crumple, but I refuse.
I say, “I…will you…will you bite me?”
The two men exchange a look.
“Only if you want us to, love,” Will says.
“I don’t,” I say quickly.
Xander shrugs. “You may change your mind. Just know if you want it, you’ll have to beg for it.”
A fresh wave of arousal rushes through me. How? How does he do that to me? The very thought of how exposed and vulnerable I am, and how in control they are, it’s mortifying.
“Up you go,” Will says. “Take off your clothes, love.”
“Right…right here?”
“You want it?” he asks. “You’re going to have to work for it.”
I’m so needy, this is embarrassing. I consider standing up and walking right out of this room, away from these sexy vampires, and out into the dangers of the night. I could do it. It would be less uncomfortable than sitting here, indecisive and horny.
But if I walk away, I’ll never get this chance again. I know that on a soul-deep level. This is the moment where I take exactly what I want. It’s the only moment when I can, the only moment I have control over what happens next.
So I stand. I face them. Tug my shirt over my head.
I’m not wearing a bra. Will blinks slowly, like a pleased cat.
Xander gives me no reaction whatsoever. I toss my shirt to the side and notice Xander’s eyes flicker with annoyance.
A neat freak, maybe? I take off my leggings and underwear, toss them to the other side so they don’t land near the shirt. Xander’s mouth tightens.
I file this little nugget away for later.
Naked, I stand before them and wait. Will remains on the couch.
I don’t know him all that well, or his expressions, but I think he looks happy with my body.
Xander, who has been standing this whole time, makes a slow circle around me.
I force myself not to turn my head to follow his progress.
This is even worse, being examined by him like I’m a sculpture in a museum exhibit or something.
What would he have to say about the composition of my body?
The lines, the angles, the overall structure? The design, the color palette?
Something about his slow walk reminds me of a passage I read in one of the BDSM books upstairs. It described how, in a Dom/sub relationship, sometimes the Dom will “inspect” the sub. Is that what Xander’s doing? I straighten my shoulders, but lower my gaze.
“Nice and humble,” he murmurs, getting up close behind me. I can feel his breath against my earlobe.
I don’t say anything. I can barely concentrate on anything that isn’t these men.
Xander’s voice is low. “I’m going to touch you. But you need to ask for it.”
He reaches around from the back, his hand coming toward my pussy. He’s so sure, so forward that I think, for a moment, that he won’t really make me ask. But his palm stops just shy of my mound. If I pushed my hips forward, he would make contact.
My skin, every nerve, thrums with energy.
He doesn’t touch me.
Fuck. I’m going to have to say it.
“Please?” My voice comes out smaller than I intended.
“Please what?” His breath is warm against my ear. I swear I can feel his hand on me even though it’s at least an inch from my skin.
“Please…touch me?”
“Be more specific,” he growls.
Face hot with mortification, I say, “Please touch my pussy.”
“Well done.” His hand covers me.
My eyes flutter shut for a moment, in utter relief at the contact.
“Tell me, mouse, how do you like being naked with two men who are clothed?” Xander asks in my ear.
“I’m confused,” I say honestly. “I shouldn’t like this. I’m so embarrassed, I feel awful.”
“You’re embarrassed, but turned on.” Will stands up and kisses my cheek. “Maybe the two aren’t unconnected. You might have a bit of a humiliation kink, love. We can work with that.”
Will sits back down. Something about that kiss, his words, did wonders to reassure me.
“Tonight,” Xander says, his hand tensing momentarily again on my pussy, “this is ours. You belong to us. We will worship you. Punish you. Give you the pain and humiliation you need. Pleasure you.”
I like the sound of that. I like it a lot.
But he keeps talking, ruining the moment. “And when it’s over, we are over. It never happened.”
Well, that’s impossible. There will be no it never happened for my threesome with two hot vampires, my guy. Sorry-but-not-sorry, I am not going to just pretend this was a normal night.
“It’s not love,” Xander continues, getting my attention not with his words, but with the way he flexes his hand, causing his fingers to rub and squeeze my folds. “It’s fucking. Do you understand, mouse?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Yes, Sir,” he says. “You will call us both Sir tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“One of us will be in your mouth, mouse,” Xander says. “The other one in your pussy. You get to choose. Who fucks your mouth?”
I’d rather have Will in my mouth. It seems more personal. “Will,” I whisper, getting on my knees in front of him.
He leans forward and cups my chin, presses a faint kiss to my lips. “I’ll dream about this beautiful mouth for eternity.”
Some of my fears evaporate. Eternity. That’s probably the highest praise, coming from a vampire.
He leans back once more, getting comfortable. Patting his bulge, he grins. “Take out my cock, love. Show me how good you can suck.”