Malcolm hits the perfect spot on my clit and I jolt, both men promptly groaning before Kasen manages a tortured,“I shouldn’t like that nearly as much as I do. Fuck, you’re clenching me so tight, angel. I’m going to embarrass myself here.”
Draped over my back, Malcolm’s breaths are quick pants, his fingers on my clit faltering as he takes a second to adjust. I’m impossibly full, every twitch drawing a ragged breath from my lungs, but soon, the stillness is more unbearable than the pain of being stretched to the limit.
“Somebody move, please.”
Kasen withdraws without fully pulling out, but as he slowly thrusts back in, a litany of cursed moans tumble from all three of our lips. Fumbling our way into a rhythm, my nails bite into Kasen’s chest as I brace myself, able to do barely more than hold on as they fuck me senseless.
Malcolm is relentless on his assault on my clit, each small cry they draw from me spurring him faster, harder. “Fuck, Scarlett, I-”
His palm settles between my shoulder blades, pinning me against Kasen as I arch my back. His pace picks up, forcing Kasen to slow to shallow thrusts beneath me, but by the way his cock twitches, it’s hardly a sacrifice. The thin barrier separating them makes everything more intense for all of us, and with every hard snap of Malcolm’s hips, mine isn’t the only moan filling the room. Heat explodes, and I bite down on Kasen’s shoulder to muffle my scream as I come, clenching around them.
“Oh fuck,” Kasen breathes, cock jerking as his grip tightens to bruising levels, a rush of heat flooding me. A few more brutal thrusts and Malcolm is following us off the ledge, shallowly rocking against me with languid pumps as he rides out his orgasm.
Slowly, he pulls out, and the sudden loss has me clenching again, sending a shudder through both me and Kasen. Swinging a trembling leg over his hip, I collapse on the bed beside Malcolm, throwing an arm over my eyes as I try to catch my breath. We wind up in a sweaty mass of tangled limbs, the sound of our erratic breathing surrounding us.
“Good thing we’re leaving.”
One hand winds up possessively on my thigh, another brushing a lock of hair off of my damp forehead, but it’s Malcolm that speaks. “Why do you say that?”
Trapped between them, I use my toes to snag one of the discarded towels. “Now we don’t need to fight about who has to sleep in the wet spot.”
Chuckles surround me, and though we made it two steps forward and ten steps back this week, things don’t feel as hopeless as they did last night. So what if people aren’t ready to look at vampires as anything other than monsters? Spending the rest of my life hiding in the shadows doesn’t sound so bad when I have these three men to remind me that I’m not in this alone.
Chapter 23
Beckett
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Waiting for the bathroomdoor to click shut behind Kase, I capitalize on the opening and set my coffee cup on a box of tiles stacked against the wall before flopping onto his vacated spot. Scarlett’s eyes fly open even before the mattress bounces beneath her from my impact, none of us sleeping well the last few days in the house that’s still under construction.
“I need your help.”
Bleary eyes groggily blink back at me, her dual colored irises nearly as bright as a shifter’s, even in the dark. “Help with what?”
“I have a brilliant plan, but you’re going to have to work your magic on Dad and the giant to bring them to our side.”
