Low. Ragged. Animal.
The sound hits like a lightning strike—raw and primal, thekind of moan that melts your spine and tightens everything below the belt. It’s pleasure laid bare, and my dick, exhausted seconds ago, hears the call and sits up.
Celine’s hands rise—almost as if she’s sleepwalking—then claw into Alistair’s hair, yanking him closer. She can’t get enough. Her hips roll with each pull of his mouth, and her moaning turns to a broken wail. Within seconds, she’s screaming. It starts low, then climbs higher, sharper, until I’m half-worried the windows will shatter or someone will call the cops.
I kiss her because I can’t not. Because I need to taste what he’s unleashing in her. And because if some neckbeard human cop shows up at the door before she comes again, I will kill him. That is not how I want to end the night.
With Celine’s hair clenched in my fist, her tongue in my mouth, and Alistair fang-deep in her neck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
Celine’s wings flare wide, sending a gust of cool air over our flushed skin, and wrap around us all in a cocoon. It’s possessive. She’s claiming us, and even if it’s only for tonight, I will never forget how good it feels to be hers.
When she stiffens against me, I tear my eyes open, unwilling to miss even one orgasm. I want to see them all, even if I have to tape my eyelids to my forehead.
Celine twitches, her voice catching on a broken cry. Her thighs quake. For a split second, her entire body goes rigid with tension. Then it breaks. The pleasure rips through her, and I watch, mesmerized, as she rides it out.She was born for this.
Alistair grunts, his cock jerking as he comes. Celine sags between us, like every drop of her energy went into that orgasm. He pulls his fangs free, licks the final drop of blood from her skin, then gently lays her on the bed.
“You are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met,” he says.It’s a line, but somehow it comes across as the sincerest thing I’ve ever heard.
We lay there—I’m not sure how long—just breathing.
My body cools, allowing blood to return to my brain. My thoughts are spinning. Nothing could have prepared me for what happened between us. People talk about life-altering sex all the time, but I’ve never bought into the hype. Sex is good. I enjoy it. But it’s never been like this before. Like something I’m not willing to lose.
The intimacy, the intensity... What if it makes Celine retreat? I need to do whatever I can to keep that from happening. Starting now.
“I’ll get the shower going,” I say, kissing Celine’s cheek then padding into the joined bathroom. Like everything else in her apartment, it’s clean and organized, white tile sparkling under the cheap brass light fixture. I turn the water on, poking around until I find a spare set of sheets in the cabinet.
I carry them back to the bedroom and take a minute to watch Alistair. For all I know, he has crazy threesomes all the time. Curled around Celine protectively, his red eyes are fixated, not on his bite mark, but on her face. She’s half asleep, or in some kind of blissed-out state, a smile on her lips that makes her look like a Renaissance painting. Alistair, though... Damn, he looks entranced.
Some of my tension eases. I understand that look. He’s a monster. Like me. Monsters kill, but they also protect. And with the way Alistair is staring at Celine now... he won’t hurt her. Even if I wasn’t sure, my basilisk is.
“If you want to get started in the shower, I’ll change the bedding,” I say, knowing good and well Celine won’t be a fan of waking up on dirty sheets.
Alistair nods, gathering her up in his arms and striding intothe bathroom without a word. I realize I’m the only one who’s spoken since his fangs entered her neck.
I make quick work of the bed, putting the dirty sheets in the hamper and making sure the edges aren’t hanging over the sides. Celine wouldn’t melt down if I tossed them in the corner, but I want her to be comfortable.
After remaking the bed, I join them in the bathroom. Steam curls up from the shower as I pull back the curtain and step in. It’s a tight fit, but fuck, after what we were doing, who cares? Curling into Celine, I wrap my arms around her.
She hums, then turns her head to kiss me. There’s a hint of uncertainly on her face as she looks up at me. “Will you stay?”
“Duh,” I say, kissing her forehead, then reaching around Alistair for the shampoo. He runs a soapy washcloth over her meticulously, his eyes darting every so often to the bite on her neck.
“It will heal soon,” he assures her. “My saliva facilitates fast regeneration.”To make sure he can bite her again.That’s a handy evolutionary tool.I’m not completely sure how I feel about Alistair marking her, but that’s not my business.
Celine hums again. “You’ll have to give me another one, then,” she says.
Alistair’s eyes, which had returned to blue by the time I joined them in the shower, flash red again. His lips curl into a fang-tipped smile that shouldn’t be cute, but is. It’s ridiculous.
“You’re hogging the water,” I tell him. “I’m freezing back here.”
“Poor, cold-blooded baby,” Celine teases, rubbing her ass against my exhausted dick. The poor thing twitches, then rises to the occasion. Such a giver.
I back away until my spine hits the cold wall of the shower. “Nope,” I beg. “Leave it alone; it’s done enough.”
Celine and Alistair’s laughter echoes around the bathroom,and we hurry through the rest of the shower. After we’re all clean and dry, I go back to the bedroom to examine the curtains. Celine’s nightly routine takes time, and Alistair joins me first. I sense him watching me from the other side of the room.
“What are you doing?” he asks as I run my fingers along the edge of the fabric.
