Chapter 7

Have you ever seen those videos of sleeping dogs where their humans hold a treat in front of their nose to see if they'll wake up? I was about to conduct a very similar experiment.

Careful not to jostle Edison where he slept beside me, I climbed onto the pillow where Hugh slept, my knees either side of his head, and wiggled my pussy above his face. He came awake with a deep growl, broad hands shooting up to grab my thighs, fingers pressing deep into muscle and skin.

I fist-pumped, laughing. Experiment successful!

"Mate," Hugh rumbled, sending my teeth into my bottom lip when he licked a slow line from my entrance to my clit, lapping up the arousal that had woken him.

"Morning, big guy." I slid my fingers into his sleep-mussed long hair, scratching his scalp the way I'd discovered he loved, and he groaned, his tongue making another pass.

"Wake up like this every day," he said, gruff with both sleep and arousal, warm hands exploring up my thighs to my ass as his words vibrated across my pussy. "Fucking heaven."

I wasn't about to tell him I was conducting a very scientific experiment, so I just gripped the headboard with my free hand as his tongue lazily lapped and stroked and swirled. My eyelids drooped, heat coiling luxuriously through me, pleasure building at a sedate pace.

"Fuck," a half-asleep voice groaned beside us. "Why don't you wake me by riding my face, Blossom?"

I glanced over at Edison to see him rubbing sleep out of his bleary eyes, his left cheek pink with pillow-creases and pale hair sticking up on one side, utterly flattened on the other. Adorable.

"Tomorrow," I promised him.

"No," Hugh argued, letting a little growl shudder through my clit, a zap of pleasure making everything tighten and throb. "Mine."

I tilted my head, considering. "I could probably ride Hugh's face and suck your cock at the same time."

Edison's low laugh was both scratchy and smug. "Sounds perfect to me. Turn my way, Blossom. If I can't taste your pussy, I want those pretty nipples."

He thought my nipples were pretty? A flush of pleased heat rushed to my cheeks, and I pulled up the loose shirt I'd slept in1 and angled my torso so he had access.

Hugh squeezed my ass and swirled his tongue over all the sensitive spots at my entrance before thrusting inside. I groaned. Loudly. Not to be outdone, Edison caught my nipple between his teeth and tugged, sensation shooting right to my clit.

"Where are the other bastards?" he asked before moving to my next nipple. He scraped his teeth over my skin before he caught it in his lips, his warm mouth dragging a soft moan from me.

"Dean and Bran went to set up a search party," I replied, voice huskier than it was a minute ago. "I don't know where Slasher went. To get breakfast or kill someone, could be either."

"Could be both," Hugh said against my clit, his tongue flattening against it now. My hips bucked, and it felt so good that I did it on purpose, riding his tongue, my hips tilted so my clit met his tongue on each stroke.

"Greedy girl," Edison chided, biting my nipple harder the next time. I gasped, sparks flashing through my nerves. "You gonna ride Hugh's face until you come?"

"Yes," I breathed, a catch in my voice.

"Slower, little scorpion," Hugh rumbled, hands moving to my hips to control my pace. I growled as the climax rapidly approaching slowed, mellowed.

"Faster," I argued, looking down at him and insanely turned on by the sight of his face buried in my pussy, dark hair splayed over the pillow.

"Do you need to be bound and gagged?" Edison sighed.

"Always," I agreed, my whole body flashing with sensitivity. Even the cotton of the pillow tingled on my knees. I'd never had sensitive knees before.2

"I'm ba-ack!"a loud voice sang at the same time the bedroom door slammed open. "Did you miss me, my beautiful soufflé?"

I twisted my head to see Slasher kick the door shut and bound into the room, a plate of breakfast muffins in his hand.

"I brought breakfast!" he declared with the enthusiasm and brightness that said he was in a good mood.

"Is that blood?" Edison asked, releasing my boob with a pop.

"Not much," Slasher dismissed with an eye-roll. Edison was right; Slasher's white shirt, rolled up to the elbows, was splattered with blood. He put the plate down on the bedside table and grinned at the sight of me. "Ooh, pussy!"

I laughed, my eyes creasing shut. Because of that, I didn't see him climb onto the bed and unfasten his black trousers. One second I was riding Hugh's tongue, the next I was riding Hugh's tongue and stuffed full of cold, throbbing cock.

"Fuck!" I yelled, the sudden stretch and fullness making my pussy ache. I nearly ripped out strands of Hugh's hair. Goddamn.

I bit my bottom lip hard, a shudder working through me when Slasher began to fuck me, giving me a single, solitary second to adjust to the fullness.

"Jesus, give her some warning, man," Edison snarled. His inked fingers stroked down my sleep-messy hair. "You okay, Blossom?"

Slasher's cock hit the magic Pleasure Button inside me, and I gave Edison a big, dreamy smile. "Oh, hell yes."

Edison laughed, leaning up to press a lingering kiss on my forehead. "I love you, you cock-crazed lunatic."

"I love you, too," I replied, "and thank you for the compliment."

He shook his blond head, smiling and amused.

"Do not come on my face," Hugh growled suddenly, and my mouth parted on a sad little sound, my bottom lip threatening to wobble. What…? What did I do wrong? "Not you, my mate," he hurriedly added, brushing loving kisses around my clit. When I dripped all over his tongue, his growl changed tone, and he licked it up between kisses, making out with my pussy.

"That only happened once," Slasher muttered, his hands stroking down my back, "and it wasn't your face, it was your neck."

I snorted, my hurt feelings swept away by pleasure and amusement. The smile slid off my face when they hit me with a triple combo of sensations, Edison's mouth returning to my nipple at the same time Hugh swirled his tongue around my clit, finding all the sharp, sensitive spots, and Slasher adjusted the angle of his thrusts, rolling in sinuous motions that wrecked me.

"I love—mfuckk—feels so—ssplosion—"

"What was that, Blossom?" Edison teased, rolling my left nipple in his fingers as his tongue circled my right with deep, determined pressure.

"She's gonna come," Slasher translated, his hands stroking up my back. I broke out in goosebumps when he gripped my shoulders, keeping the same rolling, ruinous motion but hitting harder, deeper. "You're gonna come around my cock aren't you? My pretty pound cake."

"Ah—!"

A deep ripple of sensation started in the base of my spine, curling my toes tight, locking my legs, tightening my thighs around Hugh's head as he sucked and lapped faster, rougher. My back arched, head thrown back onto Slasher's cool shoulder, and I came so violently, I could have tried out for the part of a possessed girl in a horror film.

"That's it, Blossom," Edison praised, stroking hair out of my face. "You come so fucking beautifully for us."

I whined, pleasure wringing me tighter, squeezing my pussy around Slasher's cock over and over, until he sank his teeth into my shoulder with a throaty hiss and followed me over the edge. I felt it in the bond, liquid heat and bone-melting pleasure hitting my soul, and my eyes rolled back.

For a long, long time I shuddered with aftershocks, and then I collapsed, limp, between Slasher and Hugh. I was a sweaty, weak mess, but at least I didn't shift into my supersized blood wolf like last month.

Edison stroked pink hair from my face and leaned close, his lips finding my cheek and then my panting lips. "Happy Valentine's day, Blossom."