Sliding the heavy glass door open, a warm breeze blows across my face, letting all of the air conditioning out, so I’m thrilled we don’t have to pay the utility bill for the room. Turning to Stryker, it’s a relief that he knows I’ve got an internal lie detector where they’re concerned, because otherwise he’d likely pretend he didn’t have an issue to avoid talking about it.
“Is that enough? I figured it would be worse if I propped open the door to the hallway with so many strangers around.” Walking back to our bed, I mull it over. “Maybe you should sleep in snake mode, since you guys said things are easier like that.”
Grabbing my wrist, he tugs me onto the bed. “Ugh, why do you have to be so perfect? I can't stand it.” He kisses me before adding, “I nearly bit you before, but I definitely want to now.” Stroking his thumb over my skin once, his next kiss is softer. “Thank you, though. I appreciate the thought more than you know.”
Trying to keep my heart rate from giving me away, I tentatively suggest, ”Maybe you should. You said it speeds up healing, right?”
The entire mood in the room shifts dramatically in an instant. Bane and Mason cut off their conversation mid sentence to blatantly eavesdrop. Stryker tenses up, eyes scanning over my face like he’s searching for the trap. “It does.”
Pulling back to put my hair in a ponytail, I act like it’s not a big deal. “Then go for it. It’s my fault this whole situation developed in the first place, and really, it’s the only thing I can actually contribute now that the chores burned down with the rest of the house.”
Stryker eyes me hungrily, only barely masked by his suspicion. “Are you sure? I’ll likely be all patched up by morning anyhow, it isn’t too bad.” At my nod, he brushes his fingers down the side of my neck, his emerald eyes darkening to nearly black. “If it becomes too much, tell me to stop.” When I don’t answer, he tugs on my hair, forcing me to look him in the face. “Promise me, Risa. It’d be incredibly easy to get carried away in the heat of the moment, and you don’t heal as quickly as we do.”
Tilting my head to the side, I bare my neck. “You’ve bitten me before and stopped. I trust you.”
I only catch a brief glimpse of fang before his mouth is on me, at the crook of my neck where it meets my shoulder. The sharp sting is quickly overshadowed by the warmth spreading throughout my body, my eyes flutter shut with a soft breath. I’d muted my senses like they taught me to before entering the hotel, but now, all of those protections drop. Yet I don’t hear a single sound outside of this room, hyper attuned to Stryker at the moment. The hand on my thigh, my wrist, his scent washing over me and mouth on my skin; he may as well be sucking on my clit, every bit of blood he pulls sending a lance of pleasure between my legs.
“Fuck,” I whisper on a breath, leaning back slightly to see if he’ll follow.
Back pressed into the mattress, I try to rub my thighs together to alleviate some of the ache, only to have his knee keeping them apart. Shamelessly, I grind against his thigh, each gentle pull at my neck increasing my desperation as he hovers above me, blocking out the rest of the world.
Shoving at his boxers, I can’t get them off in this position, but I manage to get the message across. With a low growl, he never removes his mouth as he slides them down. He shifts position enough to grip the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down my hips and using his foot to push them the rest of the way off so that he never has to pull away from my neck. A hand covers my bare sex a moment later, pulling me back a few inches on the bed. Stryker’s forced to release me so that he won’t tear my throat out, a savage sound his only protest.
“Two second intermission,” Mason declares, pulling me upright, my back against his chest.
Bane chucks a condom at Stryker’s face while Mason flicks his tongue over the puncture marks with an audible groan. His hand slips beneath the hem of my shirt, pinning me against him.
“You were born to bring men to their knees,” he murmurs against my fevered flesh, slipping his hand between my legs and toying with me.
Stryker approaches the edge of the bed, stealing me away from Mason. Within seconds my shirt is off and he’s lifting me up, forcing me to lock my legs around his waist as he remains standing so that I won’t fall. Reaching between us, he runs the tip of his cock over my slit twice before driving into me, dropping his mouth back to my neck and sucking hard.
Panting, I swivel my hips, the angle terrible to ride him, but needing to move as much as my next breath. After a few shallow thrusts, the sound of a flip cap opening and closing is the only warning before Bane is working a finger into my ass, helping ease some of the need I’m drowning in.
“After last time, I aimed to be better prepared,” he breathes, kissing my other shoulder once before striking.
A needy gasp is all I can manage, my thoughts scrambled and drowning in the onslaught of sensations. One finger turns into two as he stretches me gradually, and after a small pause as he reaches for more lube, he presses the head of his cock into my ass.
Exhaling a slow breath, I try to relax, breathing through the brief pain by concentrating on Stryker’s mouth on my skin. Before long, Bane’s buried to the hilt. Pinned between them, they still for a moment, breathing ragged as they fight to keep themselves in check. With my arm around Stryker’s neck, I use him as leverage to start rocking slowly, and they waste no time before that feeble shred of control they managed to hold on to snaps.
As they begin fucking me hard between them, unintelligible pleas slip from my lips as a prayer and a curse. I need them to slow down and stretch this moment out so that it never ends, as much as I need them to slam into me hard enough that I forget my own name, to feel them come for me and know I was the one to make them lose control.
Breaking Bane’s hold, Stryker lies back on the bed, giving me a better angle to ride him harder, faster. I cry out as Bane presses a hand between my shoulder blades, urging me to bend forward and forcing himself into my ass again. His teeth sink into my shoulder with a barely audible moan, leaving me completely at their mercy as they fuck me senseless, drinking from me simultaneously. My breaths come in shallow pants, the new position letting them drive deeper than before.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Stryker drags out, cock jerking as he comes. Releasing my neck, he throws his head back on the bed, fingers digging into my hips as he rides out the feeling with shallow thrusts.
Slipping his hand between us, Bane rapidly strums his fingers over my clit, slamming into my ass relentlessly. Burying himself to the hilt, his hips jerk as he comes inside of me, sending me over the edge I was hovering upon.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I beg, covering his hand with mine, grinding back against him as my free hand fists the blanket beside Stryker’s head.
Coming down from my high, aftershocks make my body tremble as I languidly rock between them, the three of us catching our breath. With a tender kiss over his bite mark, Bane withdraws himself from my ass, rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes, chest heaving. Legs shifting, I ride Stryker a few more times, but he’s tapped out.
Looking over my shoulder, Mason is stretched out on the other bed, stroking himself as he watches. Seeing the look on my face, he rises up, wrapping an arm around my waist and helping me stand on shaky legs. Swiveling me in front of him, his rigid cock digs into my stomach, one hand sliding up over my throat. When he kisses me with punishing force, I pick up the faint taste of my blood still on his tongue, a tingling sensation spreading through me like a heavy buzz.
It does feel like it’s laced with something.
Keeping his hold on my throat, he removes his hand from my back to snag another condom off the end table. The back of my knees hit the mattress, and I catch myself as he lowers me down onto the bed with a level of patience that doesn’t match the manic look in his eyes. Using his teeth to tear it open, he rolls the condom over his dick, gripping the back of my thigh to pin my leg against my chest.
“Do you need to stop?” he demands, holding my gaze as he presses into me, tightening his hold on my throat as I arch off of the bed with a moan.
