“Oh, Fang,” she panted out my name like a prayer, “yes, just like that.” She groaned when I thrust into her harder, gyrating my hips against her in a way that hit the right spot. We were both at a fever pitch, chasing the highs we could only get when we were with each other.
Seeing her beneath me, feeling her tight core wrapped around my length—not to mention making her come for me before—it all pushed me closer to the edge at a remarkable speed. A low pressure built within my gut and my balls, and I ran my tongue over my sharp teeth, wishing I could sink them into her skin again.
It’d been so long. Too long. I was aching to mark her again, but I didn’t think Mike or Kieran were all too happy about the first scar. They’d probably whip out pitchforks if I bit her again, and whether or not Laina wanted me to was beside the point.
The pleasure in me became too much to ignore, so I bore down on her, balls-deep inside her, and let loose into her core. My cock twitched as shots of cum escaped me, coating her inner walls. I saw stars, and amongst the stars laid my perfect little princess, who gazed up at me with such hunger in her eyes.
I didn’t pull out of her, not right away. Instead, I rolled us onto our sides and held onto her tightly, my arm wrapped around her back. Staying inside her after a fuck was something I found I enjoyed.
We laid there like that for a while, both of us breathing hard, neither one of us wanting to break the perfect silence that only came after a carnal romp. Still, the silence would be broken eventually, as it always was.
This time, I was the one who spoke first: “Have you told your father yet about the others?”
Laina giggled softly, and she ran her left hand down my chest. The metal on the fingers I made her were a stark contrast to the warmth of her actual flesh and bone. “Believe it or not, I don’t really enjoy talking about my dad when you’re still inside me.”
“Why would I pull out when you’re still mine?” I tossed the question back with a half-hearted shrug. “I am curious, though. It’s been months. You moved out. You’re living with Kelly. You see your father once a week. He knows you’re seeing me, but he still doesn’t know about Mike and Kieran. Are you ashamed of those two?”
She sighed. “No, I’m not ashamed of them. I just—it’s a hard subject with him. I thought he was fine with Kieran, but after he changed his mind and wanted Kieran out… I’m worried hedoesn’t trust him. And Mike, well, how would it look that both men he had as my bodyguards turned out to be my boyfriends?”
“Ultimately, that’s your decision, not his.”
“I know. He’s been through a lot. I guess I don’t want to add to the pile of shit yet.” Laina nuzzled against my neck. “I’m going to tell him. I will. Just… not yet.”
My chest hummed. “I suppose it would help if your other boyfriends would be on the same page as each other and get along.”
“Yeah, that would probably help.”
Mike was upset at Kieran for kidnapping and keeping Laina for two whole years, for a good reason, too. Kieran was still not too thrilled at the prospect of sharing his sole obsession, Laina. Honestly? I could see both their sides, and I thought they were both right, to some extent.
But love wasn’t perfect. If it really mattered to you, you’d do anything in your power to keep it, to treasure it, to make it grow. Their love for Laina was the only reason they were still in the picture. Hopefully they could swallow their pride and their jealousy and learn that we could all be one big, happy family, like Lola and her men, or my brother and his girl. Atypical relationships like this could work, long-term, if everyone in said relationship was willing to put in the effort.
“Well,” I told her, “no matter what those fools do, you know you’ll always have me, right? I’ll never leave your side, Princess.”
The grin she gave me after that made me feel all warm inside—and it sent a tingle to my cock, reminding me that her sweet pussy was still wrapped around it. “You better not,” she whispered playfully, nibbling her bottom lip in a way that tempted me to take that lip between my own teeth. “I need my Fang.”
Parts of me were raring to go for round two, just like that. I rolled on top of her, smirked, and said, “Then let me be ofservice.” I brought my mouth down to hers, taking that supple lip between my teeth and running it between my sharp canines. She shivered against me, and I responded by starting to thrust.
Oh, yes. Life was perfect.
Of course, in hindsight, anytime life was perfect, that usually meant something bad was about to happen.
Chapter Three – Laina
“How are your classes?” my dad asked as he stabbed a piece of steak with his fork. For once, he cooked tonight. I was never a huge fan of steak, but ever since making it in this world, it seemed to be one of his staples.
Give me some pizza rolls or chicken nuggets, and I’d be a happy camper. No fancy meals necessary for little old me.
I shrugged and said what I always said when he asked, “Fine.”
“How’s Kelly?”
“She’s good.” Again, my typical answer when it came to the inevitable Kelly question. My dad wasn’t too thrilled when I told him I’d be moving out to live off-campus with Kelly, but as it was, since Tessa was no longer in the city, there had been no attempts on my life or my dad’s as far as I was aware. Things were calm, so as I saw it, it was time to start living again.
My dad was in the dark about me hanging out so much with Lola, for obvious reasons. It would remain that way, too. Like hell would I ever tell him she was teaching me the ropes of being a serial killer and a self-made mafia queen.
Oh, yeah. Lola was total goals. Everything about her. And the girl crush I had? Still there, but I had a few boyfriends who were always glad to distract me—you know, when they weren’t working.
We talked a little more about nothing in particular. All surface-level stuff. After everything that happened with Tessa, Dad didn’t like talking about anything too deep. I was pretty sure the man was simply trying to act like everything was normal, and if he kept acting like everything was normal, then everything would actuallybenormal.
