Chapter 13
The look Khol gives me when I put on the slinky, tight-fitting garment is definitely good for my ego.
His eyes darken and I see the tiniest hint of the snake flash in them.
Prowling slowly, he pushes me until I’m flush with the wall of the fitting room.
The soft hiss that escapes his lips makes me grin and I arch a brow. “I take it you like this one?”
“Much better,” he rasps. His head dips and I flick the flick of that magical forked tongue over his exposed bite mark. “In fact, I vote for clothing that has this kind of access as often as possible.”
I feel his hands drifting over my curves and chuckle. “Good luck, buddy. I’m not wearing anything with a damn skirt on a day-to-day basis. How the fuck would I fight?”
“You fight in frilly bad ass shit at the bar all the time.”
He’s got a point there and I should refute it, but I’m having trouble because he just grazed my skin with a fang.
“That’s my uniform; I don’t get a choice,” I breathe in a weak protest.
The laugh this time is even darker when he draws a small drop of blood. “How the fuck did you not know that ancient asshole was dolling you up for a reason? Fluffy’s stuff is hot, granted, but the shit he had Clem put you in is next goddamn level.”
Blinking, I realize he’s right. From the beginning, my outfits have been tighter, more revealing, and a lot racier than Fer’s.
That crafty motherfucker was playing Barbie doll for his own amusement.
My hand slides up to grip Khol’s wild locks, yanking him up to look at me.
“None of you fucking told me, either, you know.”
His smirk is unrepenting. “Why in the fuck would we do that, Sassy? Every single one of us loves looking at your ass in that stuff. Don’t be dense.”
“Fine,” I relent as I dart forward to bite his lower lip. “I’ll give you that one break. But leave me in the dark again and Dezi won’t be the one doling out punishment.”
“Mmm, it’s cute how you think that’s a threat. I love a good spanking and guaranteed Prince Fancypants does, too. I’m not sure about Tier; he seems like more of an edging fan.”
A throat clearing gets my attention and I don’t know how much more grateful I could be. My pussy is throbbing against his grinding crotch and verbal foreplay definitely does it for me. My eyes flicks to the snow leopard, lids hooded as Khol continues groping me without pause. “Yes?”
“No fair starting without me,” he rumbles.
I blink in surprise as he wedges himself into the small room and clicks the lock shut on the door.
His broad frame contrasts with Khol’s lithe one as he gives me a wicked grin.
“We only have a few minutes while she’s distracted with other customers, so this will have to be quick. ”
“Can do, Captain Furrypants,” Khol mutters before he grips my hips and spins us around. His back is against the wall now, and Tier immediately presses his hard cock against my ass. “Mission: Improvisation is a go.”
Why is their nerdy shit so attractive? I’ve lost my mind since I started getting so much dick.
Tiernan chuckles, and I hear his zipper. My head whips around and I give him a dark look. “You’d better not think you’re going anywhere that requires more than the mess between my legs in this tiny box.”
Khol grabs my chin, leaning in to press his lips against mine lightly. “Don’t worry, Sassy. Your punk rock Prince convinced us all to stow away helpful shit whenever we leave the bus. Something about Faerie amping up libidos?”
I sputter for a second as he pulls away, trying to figure out how to formulate a snarky response about their ‘secret dude meetings.’ The smell of cherries stops all the blood flow to my brain and I groan low, knowing exactly what my reptilian mate meant now.
That pointy eared little shit gave them all travel lube to tuck away. I’m going to kill him.
After I have orgasms, of course. Priorities and all.
“Don’t worry, Knuckles. As long as you keep quiet, we’ll have some quick fun and you’ll be much more relaxed by the time we get to dinner.”
Khol’s hands gather the material of the dress, lifting the hem up until it bunches between us.
My lower half is exposed in the racy undergarments and I get why they insisted I try on the lingerie with all the clothes.
This was setup and I can’t even be mad about it—at least not until afterward.
The feel of Tier’s big palms squeezing my ass finally strips the last bit of resistance from me, and I groan low.
“There’s our girl,” Khol rasps happily. “Now let the boys free for me. They’re eager as hell to be buried in that sweet pussy of yours.”
Sucking in a breath, I do as he asks, because I really fucking need that now.
I undo his zipper and lift the writhing hardness of his twin dicks out, gasping as I feel Tier prepping my ass at the same time.
My hands stroke over the wriggling snake dick, its tongue flickering on my fingers before I move to the less sentient cock next.
You’d think this would be weird as hell because I’ve sure as fuck never been with someone whose equipment is as special as Kohl’s, but it’s not.
That it’s hot as shit when he fucks me with them helps a lot.
“Guide me in, Sassy. The dress is in the way and I can’t fucking wait.
” Khol dips his head, nibbling at the bites again, and I shiver.
He grabs my thighs and lifts, holding my legs open so I can put the twin terrors in the place I need him most. When he thrusts inside of me, I have to bite my lip hard enough to make it bleed to keep from screaming.
The damn snake is moving around like a fucking French tickler and it’s going to make me lose it way too quickly.
“Tier, baby,” I pant. “Now. Do it now because… he’s…”
The growl from behind me tells me my leopard knows exactly what I’m trying to say. Within seconds, his cock is buried deep inside of me, stretching me as it rubs against Khol’s magic snakes. “Your wish is my command, mate.”
My eyes close as he and my basilisk find a rhythm that makes my body sing with pleasure.
Holding onto Khol’s shoulders, I ride the waves, letting myself go in a way I normally don’t in a public place.
But I can’t help it with them… they do and say and demand shit I’d never allow from anyone else, but…
I always want everything they want to give me.
It’s terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.
The more Khol’s snake moves over the sensitive spots inside of me, the higher my pinnacle gets, and it doesn’t take long before I know I’m going to come.
I dig my fingernails into his shoulder, leaning in to kiss him deeply.
When the kiss breaks, I murmur just loud enough for them both to hear, “Do it., then come with me.”
Tier snarls softly and I hear the telltale sounds of his cat before teeth find his mark on the other side. Khol’s pupils elongate and sharp fangs descend as he also half-shifts with a satisfied smirk. “What the cat sssssssaid,” he hisses before striking.
My head falls back on my shoulders as their hips slap against me and the orgasm crashes into me like a freight train. I almost forget to bottle my cry, but one of Tier’s palms slaps over my mouth so I don’t scream the house down as we all shudder into oblivion.
We definitely have to buy every fucking thing in the room—on Revelin’s dime.
“Did you see the look on her face?” Khol snickers as he carries an asston of bags while we walk through the square. “She looked as if someone shoved an open-faced lemon up her ass and squeezed.”
That’s an image I won’t forget.
“It was pretty funny, Knuckles,” Tiernan says as he shifts a similar amount of bags on his bulky frame. “But it cleared up once we bought all this shit. So at least she won’t tell people the Prince’s friends fucked in her dressing room and cheaped out.”
I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the heat on my cheeks.
Fucking in public doesn’t embarrass me, but having people whisper about it because it relates to a royal rock star is a bit much.
I’m already dreading what the media will do with every little thing any of us do once they figure out who we’re attached to; adding to it wasn’t on my bingo card.
But the guys know how to play me like a fiddle and I find myself struggling to resist the closeness more and more.
For someone who spent most of their life with a ‘one and done’ philosophy, it’s weirdly scary.
I know they’re not going anywhere, of course, but I also worry that I won’t live up to some weird fate bound standard, too.
Why didn’t anyone tell us about this shit when they taught about fated mates?
“What are you thinking about so intensely?” Tier asks. “Rev won’t give a flying fuck how much we spent. He’s stupidly wealthy, despite all his efforts.”
Arching a brow, I stop for a moment to look at my feline mate. “What efforts? What the hell does that mean?”
He shrugs, shifting the bags again. “Oh, he does a shit ton of charitable stuff with his band money. He can’t do much about the royal family thing until he gets the throne, but his music money goes to paying staff, costs, and a bunch of foundations for shit in Daybreak.
Music programs, literacy, job training… tons of stuff.
I can’t remember it all, but if you ask him, he might tell you.
He really enjoys visiting with the music kids the most.”
“Well, now I feel bad for giving him all those lectures about ethical, rich people,” I mumble. Khol snorts, and I frown. “I do!”
“Give them to me and the bloodsucker instead if it makes you feel better, Sassypants. We can take it.” His eyes dance as blows me a kiss. “And we’re both evil enough to admit we make our dough on the darker side of the fence.”
That’s a discussion for another day—especially with Khol—so I’m not diving into that well of bullshit right now.
“Come on, Fiadh. We have to get to the tavern before the vampire does something we’re all going to pay for. You can’t leave those assholes to get bored for long.” Tiernan jerks his head at the bustling square.
As we walk through the crowd, I frown. “Does anyone know what in the actual fuck errands he was doing? None of us asked.”
Khol shakes his head. “Not a clue. I was going to ask, but then he was assigning duties and somehow, it just slipped my mind.”
My eyes flick to Tiernan, who shrugs too. “Same thing happened to me. I meant to ask, but I got distracted.”
I sigh, realizing the damn vamp made sure we weren’t paying attention to why we split up, so no one would ask.
The crafty fucker didn’t even have to use compulsion; he just used our own personalities against us.
“He didn’t want us to know what he was doing and now I’m worried about why the hell that is. ”
“There haven’t been any sirens or screaming people we know of, so that’s a good sign,” my leopard says. “It means he probably hasn’t killed anyone.”
“Yeah, maybe he wanted to fuck off to feed and didn’t want to say anything,” Khol adds.
“Somehow, I doubt the reason will be that simple.”
The question is: will his true reason land us all in hot water?