Knox jumps on the bed behind me and grabs my breasts and kisses and sucks on the opposite side of my neck that Emmett just bit.
Emmett’s tongue swipes up, then presses in. I tangle my hands through his hair and he looks at me one more time and then bites. My head falls to the side as my hand wraps around Knox’s neck, holding him to me. The power I have right now is intoxicating.
My eyes slowly find their way to Callum, who is still watching us, and I feel a sadistically sweet smile spread across my lips. Knox moves around and takes a breast in his mouth and bites and sucks on my nipple, sending pleasure straight to my pussy. Another orgasm is there on the edge, so I slide my hand down, eyes still on Callum as I play with my clit. His hand is now firmly wrapped around his hard cock as he pumps.
His wings spread out to the side as he growls out in frustration, and my stomach tightens with excitement. Little puffs of air pulse out of my mouth, tears stream down my face and my orgasm unleashes again. Emmett’s hands clasp around my hips and he holds me to his face, sucking and moving his tongue, swallowing all of me down. Knox clamps his teeth around my nipple and I arch backwards, causing a light to shoot out of my mouth before it hits the ceiling and falls like stars around us.
The room freezes.
“What the fuck was that?” Knox cries out, falling back on the bed.
Emmett retracts his fangs and slides me off his face. “Ev?”
“I don’t know what that was,” I say, completely shocked. “Callum?”
He’s always been true fae all-knowing. “I don’t know what that was.”
“It was like a fae orgasm firework. Like a faegasm firework.”
“Knox,” Callum scolds.
“I know, I know. Shut the fuck up.”
We all stop moving and talking and look at one another.
Jax.
He’s not here.
For a moment, I forgot about all the problems surrounding me. I forgot about Jax being gone, Samara wanting to kill me. Guilt eats away at me. “Damn it.” I roll off the bed and walk towards my room. As the door shuts, I hear Callum tell Knox to leave me and I’m equal parts thankful and sad. The dichotomy of these emotions and feelings tears a hole through me.
Feeling emotional, I climb into the shower and turn the water onto hot. I don’t wait for it to warm up, but let the cold pellets act as a punishment. Sure. I can try to reason that part of me, the succubus parts within me, needed to feed to help us become stronger, because I’ll need all the strength I can get for when I go up against Samara, but the other part of me knows I was just being selfish.
Twenty minutes later, I climb out of the shower and wipe the steam off the mirror. My skin is red hot and my eyes look tired. They’re immediately drawn to the two dots on my lower neck and I gently brush my fingers around them. It’s tender to the touch along with other parts of me. I may have gotten a little carried away tonight, but at times, it didn’t feel like me. It was like I was a vessel for something else inside of me.
When I walk into the bedroom, the guys are sitting on the bed, and I pause.
Callum holds his hands up. “We don’t need to talk. We just want to be near you.”
“You’re bruising,” Emmett says, pointing at my neck. “Here.” He bites his wrist and offers it to me. “I won’t say anything else. I just don’t want you to be sore tomorrow.”
I can’t help but smile. These men with their concern. I walk over to Emmett and tilt his wrist up to my mouth. His blood works its way through me, taking away the physical pain and soreness etched within the muscles of my body.
We don’t speak anymore, as we all climb into bed- Callum and Emmett on either side of me and Knox between my legs, with his head resting on my stomach.
EVERLEE - STOPPING THE DJINN
Athinlayerofsweat moistens my skin, waking me from sleep. I don’t know what time it is, but I know it’s early in the morning, because the sun is still sleeping and fire stings my eyes. Through the course of the night, Knox has rolled off me and is now laying between Emmett’s legs with his arms wrapped around one of them.
These men… they have found a way inside of my life and inside of my heart. There is a connection that is deep and was completely unexpected. It’s like… I know them each on a foundational level, but yet I don’t know them at all. I care for them, all in different ways. Knox is fun loving and always happy and smiling. He lights up a room without even trying. Emmett is a ripper vampire who drinks blood from bags so he won't harm anyone. He enjoys cooking for others, even though he doesn't eat. Callum is the silent, but effective leader. He rules with passion and an iron fist and commands any room he walks in to. And then there is Jax. The werewolf without a wolf. The fighter, loyal beyond measure and the one in need of love, but guards himself. The one who would sacrifice his life for one or many and who holds the world on his shoulders but refuses to share it with others so they don’t have to endure the pain.
These are my men, and I have to protect them.
Trying not to shake the bed, I draw my feet up, then press my heels into the mattress to push me up. Sitting with my back against the headboard, I look at the men sprawled out around me and take a mental picture.
Moving at the speed of a sloth, I tuck my legs under me, then use the headboard to pull myself up, taking most of my weight off the bed. I step across Emmett’s head and place my foot on the side table, careful to avoid the lamp and shift my weight. When I’m off the bed, I don’t even bother trying to find clothes in my drawers for fear it would wake them up.
Tip-toeing down the hall, I go back to the large bathroom we started in last night and grab my clothes off the shelf and slip them on. I hasten to the kitchen, grab my phone and the card Lizzy gave me off the middle of the counter, and make my way outside.
