Chapter 2

"This is why you're my soulmate," I told Slasher, grinning as I spun in my spinny desk chair and my crazed vampire immediately followed suit.

"You're gonna get dizzy and throw up all that birthday cake you ate," Edison remarked as he dropped into his chair and didn't spin. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I'd never waste birthday cake in such a careless manner," I replied, my head beginning to whirl like the chair.

"Why are you using the voice you use to mock me?" Dean grumbled as he tapped at a keyboard, waking up the bank of screens we were all here to stare at. For hours.

I was already bored.

"Careless manner just wouldn't sound right in my voice. It suits yours better," I told him.

I stopped spinning before I proved Edison right, but my head kept whirling, the small surveillance room whizzing into a mass of grey walls, flickering screens, and pretty mates. I sighed. I really did have the best mates on Earth.

I batted my dizzy eyelashes at Hugh as he set a pink unicorn mug in front of me. "You're so pretty, and kind. Do you know I love you?"

My big, cuddly wolf laughed, stroking a hand down my hair. "I know. You tell me every day."

His fingers travelled to my chin and tipped my face up. Butterflies erupted in my belly as he kissed me slow and deep, lingering on the extra sensitive spots that made me arch up against him, made my clit pound with sudden need. Everyone else must have felt it too, because they groaned.

"We can watch the screens and fuck you at the same time, right, my beautiful cake pop?" Slasher asked, his voice huskier than it had been a moment ago.

"Right," I agreed, well used to his food names and completely and utterly charmed by them. Bubblegum and sugarplum were my favourites so far, but he found new ones every week. "We can totally do both."

"No," Dean argued, his mouth in a thin line as he assessed the security feeds from the many cameras put up across Blake Hall grounds.

I turned big, pleading eyes on him, my bottom lip pushed out in a pout. "But it's Brannigan's birthday. We have to do something special."

Hugh suppressed a laugh.

"Group sex is certainly special," Edison remarked, tilting his head as he watched me with amused black eyes. "Most people tend to stick to jewellery and aftershave, though."

"Most people are dull," I replied, getting out of my chair and patting the seat as I met Brannigan's deep red eyes. The way they flared with humour before love softened them gave me even more giddy butterflies.

"You do realise I'm not a cat to be tempted into a seat, darlin," he drawled, but he loped across the room in his graceful, vampire-y way regardless of his complaint. He looked damn good tonight, his curly black hair pulled into a knot on the back of his head, his sculpted features on full display, and his lush mouth tempting me close for a kiss.

"You might not be a cat," I said as he sank into my seat, "but I hope you're feline horny."

Male groans answered me. Bastards. That was a good joke, and they knew it.

Brannigan's eyes glittered as I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, unable to look away from his eyes. "I'm feline lucky to have such an amazing mate," he said, earning deeper, louder groans from the others.

I ignored them all and kissed Brannigan, a thrill going down my spine when he slid cold fingers into my hair and gripped tight. The dominance made me kiss him harder, my back arching to press my chest against his as heat pounded a pulse between my legs. It was always surprising when my mild-mannered librarian showed his dangerous side. I was more than happy to hand over the reins of control.1

Brannigan tightened his grip on my hair and tilted my head so he could kiss me deeper, his coffee and blood taste and possessive touches and soft, sexy groans consuming all my senses. I arched against him like a cat in heat, my own feline joke taking revenge against me, my body turning liquid with every long, fluid stroke of his tongue, every nip of teeth and fangs.

I could have kissed Brannigan forever, but I was sadly mortal and I needed air. When I broke away with a gasp, his lips moved down my jaw to my throat, scraping fangs and kisses down my neck.

"Bite me," I breathed, my head already a little woozy. "Drink from me."

Brannigan, Dean, and Slasher groaned at once, making me squirmy with arousal, and I couldn't help but roll my hips against the hardness in Brannigan's trousers when sharp teeth sank into my throat and he drank my blood with a moan that made my toes curl.

"And that's that," Edison chuckled, his voice raspier and deeper. "There's no way we can't fuck her now."

I let out an embarrassingly breathless noise, writhing against Brannigan's cock and cursing the fabric between us. Why did I wear jeans, dammit? If I'd worn a dress, I could have just unzipped him, flipped up my skirt and—

Brannigan swirled his tongue over my throat as he took another long pull of my blood and I forgot how to think for a moment, shuddering against him.

"Our crème br?lée is so needy," Slasher murmured, making Edison snort. I just whined in agreement, trying to remember how to string a full sentence together.

"You took too much," Hugh rumbled, suddenly looming over us, my head tipped back so he could scan my face.

"Mgood," I promised, blinking at his handsome face, all scowling and scarred and sweet. "You're mine. I get to keep you."

"For life, my scorpion," he promised, and pressed a long kiss to my forehead that made my stomach as squirmy as my body.

I sighed, melting the longer he held eye contact. Unlike Brannigan's hair, Hugh's was unbound, falling over his shoulders and enticing my fingers. I glanced my fingertips down the dark silk of his strands, and curled one around my finger.

"Can I have a cock, pretty please?"

The heat and tension in the room spiked, stroking my body like physical touches. Even Dean's soft voice caressed me from head to toe.

"You can have as many as you like, babygirl."

"I have a billion condoms in my pocket," Slasher added, his words fast with excitement but his voice scratchy and so fucking hot. I loved it when he got all needy, when his vampire side was stronger.

"You're dead," Edison pointed out. "Why do you need condoms?"

"Idon't, but my butterscotch cookie needs them when she's with you living people. I've got a lollipop, a packet of bubblegum, and thirty condoms for emergencies."

"So not a billion then."

"Thirty?" Dean chuckled, his chair creaking as he stood. "That's one hell of an emergency."

"Shut up and fuck me," I muttered, throwing them all a scowl as frustration mounted. I was surprised to find the room clearing, my swirly head starting to fade as I recovered from Brannigan feeding. I reached between us and palmed his cock through his trousers, thrilled by the deep hiss he let out and the possessive hands that found my hips.

"Your blood tastes so good," he said huskily, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip.

"Want some more?" I offered, my eyelids heavy as I met his blood-dark eyes.

"No," Dean and Hugh argued at the same time. I would have shot them matching scowls but I had more important things to do, like unfastening Brannigan's pants and reaching inside for his cock.

He was hard and swollen, ready for me. When he throbbed in my hand, my pussy gave an answering clench, dripping arousal.

"Your scent drives me crazy," Hugh groaned, standing behind my chair. I blinked up at him and shivered at the dark, hungry look in his eye.

"Rebel," Brannigan complained when I slid off his lap to shimmy out of my jeans and underwear.

I shuddered at the broad hand that squeezed my ass when my jeans hit the floor, glancing up at Dean. A surprised sound escaped when his mouth crashed into mine, his tongue forcing its way inside, each stroke and suck and scrape of fangs considerably dropping my IQ.

Bye bye intelligence, it was nice knowing you.

A calloused hand lifted my shirt and rasped over my nipple. Before I could recover from Dean's deep, urgent kiss, there were hands framing my face, turning me to Edison for a slow, thorough kiss that made my hips buck, my pussy so desperate it was trying to fuck thin air. I was so turned on that arousal dripped down my inner thigh and that was before Edison tore his mouth away with a ragged gasp, his eyes exceptionally dark, and both he and Dean turned me towards Slasher.

"Such a beautiful affogato," he praised, throaty and wildly insane. It was a reflection of my own insanity that my heart melted and my eyes stung at the compliment.

I reached for him, pulling my vampire mate close, and his hands joined Dean's and Edison's on my body, sending a trail of goosebumps wherever they touched. Slasher moaned loudly and pressed himself flush to me, kissing me with a desperation and passion that made my head spin. There was no stopping to gasp down air, no taking things slowly with Slasher. He burned with need and impatience, like he'd die if we stopped.

I ran my fingers through his long black hair, pressing deep into the back of his neck to reassure him I was here and not going anywhere. His tension unspooled like I'd hit a magic Stress Undo button.

He only stopped kissing me when my head began to spin and he felt it through the mate bond. My eyes fluttered when he stroked my cheek, the touch so tender it pulled my lips into a smile. Apparently, he needed to taste my smile because he ran his tongue along the seam of my lips.

"She's ready for you now," he said, even huskier than before we kissed.

I blinked, a little dazed,2 as he, Edison, and Dean helped me find my way back to the spinny chair where Brannigan had stripped off his trousers. Fuck. He watched me with a focus that bordered obsession, his hand moving up and down his black cock. A vein wound down its length, stealing my focus. I swore I could see it throb, and I groaned.

With my mates' help, I settled back on Brannigan's lap, his cool skin against my heated body. My arousal smeared across him, covering his cock when he stroked it through my pussy, up and down and up and down in a maddening path.

"Please," I blurted, frantically pulling the tie from his hair, unravelling the bun so I could grab fistfuls of it.

I gripped tightly, holding onto him as his cock sank suddenly inside me, his skin so cool, his cock thick enough to stretch me as he thrust balls deep.

"Holyfuckingvampiregod," I blurted.

A cold hand stroked over my hip, pushing me down, nudging so deep that I grunted, the stretch and pressure intense for a moment.

Brannigan's lips feathered over the spot where he'd bitten me. "Poor Hugh hasn't been given a kiss yet. Why don't you rectify that while I make this beautiful pussy come for me?"

If my eyes crossed at the combination of a deep stroke and his words, well… that was all my mates' fault for encouraging Brannigan to learn dirty talk.

"Here, mate," Hugh said tenderly, warm fingers cupping my cheek, a startling contrast to Brannigan's cold touch. I turned my face up, softly moaning when he stole my lips in a slow, passionate kiss that heightened every bolt of pleasure, until every flutter of inner muscles around Brannigan's cock became a deep, insistent throb.

Hugh broke away gasping, his eyelids low over his eyes and possessiveness curling around my soul like his wolf liked to wrap around me.

"Yours," I promised, my voice breathy.

"And mine," Slasher hissed.

"And yours," I agreed, turning to look at my mates, a shot of pleasure clenching my pussy around Brannigan's cock at the dark, hungry looks on each face. "And yours, and yours." I looked at the sexy as fuck librarian topping me from the bottom and rasped, "And yours."

Brannigan dragged his tongue along one of his fangs, his eyes sharpening on my face. "Ride me," he ordered, his head tilting back against the chair like an imperious prince.

The order itself propelled me closer to release, and I bit my bottom lip, carelessly drawing a bead of blood. I wasn't so clumsy with my fangs anymore, but whenever I did slip the blood sent my vampire mates into a frenzy. Now was no different. Brannigan hissed, jerking forward to lick up the blood, but a hand snapped out, faster than lightning, and grabbed a fistful of his hair.

"Mine," Dean rumbled, holding Brannigan back as he lapped up the blood on my lip, groaning at the taste. His groan sent a ripple of pleasure and thrill all the way through my body.

"I want you all to bite me," I breathed, rolling my hips to drag my pussy up and down Brannigan's cock, dangerously close to the edge. It was too soon, and I was nowhere near done, but that was the amazing thing about having 1) multiple mates and 2) vampire lovers. They could give me two dozen orgasms in the space of a few hours, and they were every bit as insatiable and needy as I was.3

"Pass," Edison remarked. "But you're welcome to my blood, Blossom."

"Gimme," I agreed eagerly, climbing higher, a shudder working through me from head to toe. The surveillance room smelled like sex and blood and my mates, and every inhale I took drove me to a frenzied point.

Dean sucked the sore spot on my bloody lip and I moaned, digging my fingernails into Brannigan's shoulders, not entirely sure when my hands had landed there.

"Please," I whined, tension winding tighter in my body. Heat flared. My hips kicked forward of their own volition, taking him deeper on the next thrust. Ohhhh, holy fuck—

I replicated the motion and groaned, the sound coming from deep in my chest and more than a little wolfy.

"Move," Edison snapped, and hit Dean with enough magic that the hairs rose all down my arms. "Here, Blossom. Drink all you want, drain me dry, I don't give a shit."

Slasher laughed, a whispery sound that sent chills down my back. "That's my kind of energy."

When Edison put his wrist in front of me, I salivated, wrapping my fingers around his forearm as I mindlessly rode Brannigan. I was so close to the edge that my whole body was a live wire.

"Stay in control, babygirl," Dean warned, his steely command speeding the devastating approach of my climax. There was no part of me that didn't throb and pulse and ache. "No shifting."

That was one time, I tried to say but my fangs had other ideas. At the first graze of them across Edison's wrist, the scent of hot, ambrosial blood hit my nose and I sank my teeth in deep. Blood poured over my tongue, and I'd long since lost the icky feeling of drinking blood so only heaven and bliss and rapturous relief hit me.

God, it was good. He tasted better than anything, his blood the finest wine I'd ever drunk, and I sucked down gulp after gulp. My own blood fizzed, incandescent and shivery like someone had dunked a bath bomb in my bloodstream. I couldn't get enough of the high, chasing every drop and rush of pleasure until fingers clasped my jaw and pulled my fangs free, pressing hard into my chin. My pleasure only spiked, undeterred.

"Fucking stunning," Edison breathed, dreamy and faint as he stumbled into the desk in front of me.

More. I might have said the plea out loud because the fingers on my jaw—Hugh's, I realised, my wolf mate watching me with dark, devouring eyes—were pushed away. Slasher's manic grin filled my vision the moment before he licked the blood off my lips.

"Give her more," he urged Brannigan—and Hugh. My body broke out in shivers, the coolness clashing with the fierce heat razing through my blood, pumping so fast that my heart should have given out. Brannigan squeezed my hips in cool hands and thrust faster, using his grip to bring me down to meet each thrust, dragging sharp cries from my lips and making my eyes cross again.

Slasher took advantage of my cries to kiss me, deep and fast and starving, his skilled tongue turning my sounds to whining pleas at the same time he sucked any traces of blood from my mouth. When he coaxed my face to turn I thought nothing of it, following his mouth like it was vital oxygen. But I quivered with a shudder when lips mapped the taut arch of my neck on my other side, the trio of sensations making my eyes cross.

I tried to moan a plea but Slasher licked the words from my tongue and swallowed them. Every sensation, already knife-sharp, honed to a wicked point as kisses found the top of my bare back, rougher, harder than the kisses on my neck. Dean. Oh god, four of them touching me was enough to kill me.

A whine built, so loud and forceful that it escaped even Slasher's greedy tongue, and Brannigan hissed in answer, rolling my hips in his hands until he found that spot from earlier, making me cry out. But I needed that missing puzzle piece, needed—

"Here," Edison said breathlessly, a warm touch sliding from my knee to my thigh, rasping over bare skin. "I'm right here, Blossom. I'm here."

My back arched, eyes rolling all the way into my head as Brannigan hit that sensitive spot over and over and over, Slasher's tongue driving me to madness, Hugh's and Dean's kisses finding every weakness. When Edison's stroking fingers found the throbbing pulse between my thighs, I fell off the edge so hard Brannigan had to hold my hips down, my whole body arched, taut, electrified.

"Bite," I begged, strangled. A constant charge of pleasure wracked my body, squeezing my pussy around Brannigan's cock, cutting off my breathing, curling my toes tight.

Slasher and Dean bit me at the same time, attune with my needs so exquisitely. My vision went white.

Brannigan came with a vicious hiss I felt in my pussy. The blur of pleasure, blood, cum, and venom in my body was too much to handle, and my white vision flashed to black.

Bye, bye world.

What a way to go.