Deep and decadent orgasms threaten to drag us all under, and I don’t know what breaks the frenzy, but eventually something does.
The three of us lie in a heap, covered in cum and sweat. Breathing like we’ve just run for miles.
“Mine,” Chrys says, her soft voice brushing across my skin. “You’re all mine.”
It’s a miracle that I still don’t understand. One I won’t question.
“If we keep this up, the three of you are going to be husks of men… and I’m going to die drowned in cum.”
We’re all too tired to laugh, but we manage to stumble into the bathroom long enough for the bed to give us clean sheets.
But when we climb back in, she stops me from pulling the covers over her. “I don’t need them right now.”
Once again, Shock and I share a look.
There are questions we need to ask when we get our wits about us again.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
CHRYS
Days bledinto nights bled into days.
I’d lost all sense of time. There was nothing that eclipsed the euphoria I felt with them, but we all knew the real world would eventually rear its ugly head.
Whythey can’t miss a meeting, they haven’t explained.
It took more than an hour and four attempts to actually get dressed, but we do eventually manage it.
“Let’s hope Jess can just be my sister today… I’m a little worried her biology brain is going to kick in and she’s going to want to study us.” I hold my arms out so Risk can help me into my coat. “Guinea pigs are cute, butIam not one.”
“She’s going to want more blood,” Shock confirms.
All I can do is groan.
“Have you seenwhyshe needs it?” Arc asks.
Shock shakes his head, and Risk shrugs. “Sorry.” They both say.
Risk drives. Arc sits up front with his eyes closed, focused on breathing.
Shock and I sit in the back, keeping our hands to ourselves. We manage to make it to Drift’s outpost in one piece… but Arc is hanging on by a thread.
This is going to be hard for him.
“They’re always hard for me,” he says, quietly, an acknowledgment of a fact they’ve all long-since accepted.
“Well, from now on, we’re going to try to make them better.”
I take his hand, squeezing and holding his arm as we walk in.
We’re not first, but we’re definitely nowhere near last this time.
I’m surprised when Hazard is the one who immediately greets us.
“And there she is,” he says a little too loudly, “the woman who could wipe out eighteen percent of the brotherhood with one wrong step.”
