Chapter 30 #2
“James, darling, your heartbeat isn’t nearly as frantic as I thought it would be.” Edwin, all thoughtfully analytical. “Might I dare to hope we could all share the bed come daybreak? Not for fun times, but because I’ve missed it being the three of us.”
I raised my head. “Bloody hell, you’re serious. Who are you and what have you done with my horny vampire?”
He grinned, looking instantly more like the randy sod I was so fond of. “I’m trying not to be a selfish prick like Baxter reminds me I can be. I am, of course, happy to remind you both that my arse is available for plundering, should anyone wish to take advantage of its peachy firmness.”
Trace snorted a laugh against my shoulder.
He still hadn’t moved his mouth from my flesh, and I decided I was quite content for him to remain there.
I felt very daring as I reached behind me and moved his hand so it was less resting on my waist and more palming my belly.
His sharp intake of breath nearly set off my internal panic alarms, so I steadied my own breathing by staring into Edwin’s blue irises.
They didn’t seem real at times, being so utterly perfectly blue, like the intensity of a really clear summer day when there isn’t a cloud in sight, but tonight they were warm, watchful, and entirely focused on me.
“You okay, love? Your pulse jumped like a frightened rabbit.”
“’M fine,” I grumbled, pissed off he could apparently read every fucking part of my body like I was transparent.
“Are you sure?” His furrowed brow told me he wasn’t buying my crap.
“It’s Trace. I want him to…touch me, but he’s behind me and…” I felt hot tears pricking under my lids and damn near bit through my lip trying to prevent my voice from wobbling.
“Cormack would attack you from behind, am I right?” Trace’s hand clasped me a little more firmly. I nodded. “So while you know I’m not a threat, I feel like one?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“But you don’t want me to stop?”
Yes! But that was my stupid muscles freaking out over a memory.
“No, don’t stop. I want you both to hold me.
” I sucked in a choked inhale. “Tighter please, Trace.” If I was ever going to free my mind from the hold that piece of shit had over me, I was going to need to push through some mental barriers.
I wasn’t waiting for some potentially mythical therapy appointment, even if I did think asking Baxter to find someone who would keep our secrets was a decent plan.
Trace drew closer as he tightened his grip on me.
His cock was hard and pressed against my arse.
I willed myself not to flinch at the contact.
Trace is my friend. I’m fully dressed. Edwin is here.
My brain was so much white noise as I forced oxygen in and out of my lungs.
Until, blessedly, I finally sucked in a breath that didn’t feel as though it had been through a cheese grater.
Trace is attracted to me. A hard-on is normal. It doesn’t mean he will hurt me.
“You should bite me, Eddie,” I said firmly.
“Right now.” I held up a hand as he opened his mouth to argue.
“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m okay. We all know I’m a fucking mess, but I want you to bite me.
I need your teeth on me while Trace holds me.
” When I fall apart, I have to trust Edwin to keep me safe. Which I know he will.
I think.
Logically, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Edwin would literally take a bullet to protect me, which was dramatic as fuck until you remembered he was a vampire.
But knowing this, and allowing myself to lose the control I did when Edwin fed from me while Trace was also touching me were not the same.
Luckily, Edwin didn’t seem inclined to talk back, likely shocked into silence by my sudden assertiveness.
He unwrapped my arm from its place around his neck and nosed the vein near my wrist, his eyes darkening as the scent of my blood roused his vampire to the fore.
“You always smell like the worst and best kind of temptation.”
“You’d be a stupid arse if you’d picked the supermarket cheap plonk version of a human to be your shadow,” I said tartly, making both men chuckle. “Bite my neck. Please,” I tacked on hurriedly when his lips parted again. “I want the rush.” I’ll be more helpless this way.
Now his eyes widened impossibly. “Are you sure?” I could feel Trace tense behind me, as if he didn’t quite believe what I’d said either. Him and me both, but it appeared I was in a bold and reckless mood.
“Absolutely. Now hurry up. I missed a lot of sleep yesterday and there’s a comfy bed calling my name.” I’m terrified I’m going to start shaking if you don’t get a move on.
“You’re constantly surprising me, James Wilson,” Edwin crooned, placing both my arms to hang limply by my sides.
“I’ll make this good for you, darling.” One immaculate fingernail stroked a path over my biggest erogenous zone — my neck, causing me to shudder.
He raised his eyebrows, stalling once more to check I was on board.
I narrowed my eyes at him, fucking daring him to say owt.
He must have realised I wasn’t in the mood to fuck about.
The swipe of Edwin’s tongue across my sensitive skin made my knees tremble.
Trace steadied me with both hands suddenly back around my waist, his chest pressing against my shoulder blades.
I let him support my weight as Edwin took my face in his hands and tilted me to one side, his thumb this time scoring a line along my vein.
“The trust you put in me takes my breath away.”
I smirked at him, all my nerve endings alight with the promise of the anticipated buzz. “You’d hardly drain me dry. Not if I taste that good. Then what would you do?”
His chuff of laughter was a dark one as his fangs raked down my neck, following the path of his saliva. “Oh, I dunno, maybe I’ll trade you in for Trace. He smells pretty fucking good too.”
“Rude,” I snarked. I couldn’t even be offended; Trace did smell good and I was human, mostly, without the benefit of enhanced senses.
“You got me banged to rights, I’m all guttersnipe,” he countered mildly, then before I could take a breath to snap that he was my guttersnipe, he bit down.
My cock, which had been steadily filling out from the attention Edwin lavished on the rest of me, was an instant steel pole in my jeans. I moaned as it pressed against the fly, cramped and desperate for relief.
“What d’you need from me?” Trace uttered, his fingers digging into my sides as Edwin drank and my pulse thrummed like a swarm of bees in my head, wrists, groin.
I took his hands and rearranged his fingers, shamelessly directing them to my nipples, instructing him wordlessly to apply a teasing pressure to the aching nubs.
Not quite enough to tip me over the edge yet, but enough to send me out of my mind with the sensations.
Edwin had my head in a firm grip, but I gave up holding any tension in my neck and let him bear my weight. “Harder,” I pleaded with Trace. “Wanna come.”
I felt shameless and sexy pinned between them, both of them taller and stronger than me, both of whom could so easily hurt me. But in this moment, I had faith that nothing could touch me, that I was invincible, and moreover, that I was desirable and loved.
Edwin licked me again, sealing the wound he’d made, then righted me. “Open your eyes, love,” he prompted.
I blinked at him, fuzzy with lust and a little high from the feeding. He caressed my cheek. “You good?”
“Mmhmm.” I think I managed a lop-sided smile. “Wanna come.”
“I know you do. Want some help?”
“Yeah…” I shook my head, attempting to clear it. I was so close. “Maybe. Yes.” I groaned as I felt Trace’s breath gust over my cheek. “’S good.”
“Want me to play with your ears?” My cock twitched violently and I recalled our previous encounter when he’d instructed Edwin to lick the pointed tips.
“God, yeah,” I sighed. I was careering towards orgasm without any brakes and I wanted it right damn now.
Somehow, because evidently the fuckers were giving each other signals I missed, they synchronised getting their lips on me, tonguing and licking at my neck, Edwin burrowing through my hair — which I really fucking needed to get cut — until their mouths simultaneously made contact with the tips of both of my ears.
I combusted on the spot. Fireworks exploded in my brain, sparkles danced on my eyelids, my thighs wobbled, and my grateful cock pulsed and pulsed in my underwear.
Speech was beyond me. I think I groaned.
Edwin groaned, Trace too. Pinching fingers stilled, and I was conscious of cum seeping into my jeans.
Panic flooded my system. What the fuck have you done?
I burst into tears.