Gypsy Rising

I’m half undressed, and the four of them are all touching me in some way that suggests this was going to get real dirty real fast.

It’s so quiet in the room that you can hear each breath the five of us take, as they all wait to see what reaction I’m going to have to this…scene.

I swallow thickly, because I’m not sure why we’ve stopped. Even though I’m supposed to be mad at them, I definitely still want to try—

Another scream seems to remind us all what brought this unexpected morning to a crashing halt. Emit is off the stretcher and racing out in the next instant, and Vance is right behind him.

Damien curses, muttering something about killing someone if this isn’t an emergency, as he quickly follows them. Arion keeps me pressed to him, his hand inching my shorts farther down my legs until he shoves them off completely.

He pauses, listening to something, and a small, daring grin crosses his lips.

“You can still be mad at me and fuck me, sweet monster. I can assure you I’ll enjoy it as much as you, and I’ll still work very hard to get back in your good graces,” he murmurs against my throat.

My entire body trembles with the desire to take him up on that.

I should still be sore, but I’m not. In fact, I’m healed so much that I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do. But—

Another scream has me trying to lift off him, but he holds me in place.

“Whatever it is, three alphas is more than plenty enough to deal with it,” he assures me.

I’m flipped so suddenly that I don’t gauge the motion until my back slaps the mattress and he comes down on top of me.

His eyes meet and hold mine, and he smirks down at me. “I’m at your mercy, Violet. What will you do with—”

His breath hisses between his lips when I shove him hard, catching him off guard, and disappointment crosses his eyes as I lift up.

He drops to his back and puts an arm over his eyes, jaw tensing like he’s annoyed his plans didn’t work out.

I smile to myself, as I settle myself between his legs, and another breath hisses between his lips, this time sounding surprised, as his eyes come down and meet mine in genuine shock.

My hand curls around his very erect—

“What are you doing?” he asks as my mouth closes around the tip, only making the vampire whimper in more surprise as he goes rigid. “Violet, fuck’s sake, what are you doing?”

I pause, confused by how nearly panicked he sounds, his body wound so tight it feels almost as though he’ll break.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I ask him, my brow furrowing.

He starts to speak, but my mouth is already on him again, and another breath hisses out of him, as he bites down on his hand. His hips jerk, but I manage to keep from taking too much too fast.

“Bloody hell, woman. I don’t think you should do that. It’s extremely disrespectful for me to allow you to lower yourself to—”

His words end on yet another hissed breath, as I take him deeper, sucking with just enough pressure to apparently do good things.

I pause again, my lips coming off him with a pop.

I study him, as he keeps his eyes screwed shut, and he even has an arm over his face. I’ve never seen Arion look so out of sorts. An impossible thought occurs to me.

“Idun never—”

“Of course not,” he says quickly, almost too quickly, as though this is actually something uncomfortable for him to speak about. “Do you think that woman would ever lower herself to such an indignity?”

I fight really hard not to smile, because I definitely don’t want to embarrass a vampire who usually has zero shame.

I was just going to toy with him a little—the way he toys with me so often. But now?

Damn vampire.

My mouth descends on him again, but this time, I feel really powerful, because he has zero experiences to compare it to. I’m not a pro, but I’m definitely experienced enough to seem impressive to a very ancient vampire who hasn’t ever had a taste of the good stuff.

His hands fist in the bedding next to me, as I start enjoying every second of it more than I’ve ever enjoyed giving pleasure before. But I hiss out my own surprised breath when I feel two large hands clamp on my hips.

My eyes dart up to the mirror behind the bed, spotting Emit’s wolfish smirk in place, as a very large and blunt tip starts pressing between my thighs.

In my excitement to be Arion’s first BJ, I didn’t realize how worked up my body had gotten. At least not until Emit slides in almost effortlessly, filling me so completely that I make way too much noise in appreciation.

Arion’s hand goes to my hair, clearly unbothered by Emit’s presence, as the wolf starts fucking me like he owns me from behind, my body too turned on to focus on both men at once.

But I manage to remember this is Arion’s first oral experience, and just enjoy all the added sensations Emit’s attention brings, while I make the vampire feel like as much of a king as I can.

Arion writhes underneath me, as Emit works my body to a fine edge, the two of them doing things to me in such different ways that it’s almost intoxicating.

Sweat beads on the vampire’s skin, and I get greedier, taking as much of him as I can, with more and more enthusiasm, because the wolf is really good at what he does for a girl’s body.

Just when I’m so close to the edge that it’s unbearable, Arion makes a startled cry, his hips jerking, and that’s all the warning I get before he’s suddenly climaxing.