11. Vincent

CHAPTER 11

Vincent

I 've only ever tasted the blood of one wolf. The one who showed up on my doorstep, fur sparse and matted, flea-ridden, his whole body shaking.

The one pounding into the one woman who's stirred my heart in three hundred years. I never understood why I took him in. Only that the balance felt… wrong. To see one's nemesis that broken is disheartening. It makes you ask what you're fighting over. Who's the real villain? They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend, but I knew deep in the pitiful excuse for a soul of mine that my friend was not the being who destroyed Fenrir and his pack as they did.

It was the witch.

But watching Fenrir pound into Autumn like this has me asking more questions. If Andrew Blackwood is her brother, then what powers does she have? There is no way she is a Blackwood without a trace of power. Perhaps her bite aversion is no fault of a curse, but her own magic.

Or… Maybe he has subdued her magic all these years.

When the werewolf calls me over, I push these thoughts to the back of my mind. It's only Autumn that matters right now. I will tell her all of this when we have shaken the anger from her mind and replaced every molecule with pleasure.

I step forward, lift her face to mine.

"Happy with your ‘big, fat werewolf cock ?'" I ask her.

She looks back at me, dazed, until her eyes grow wide.

"You were spying on me!" she gasps.

I gasp back in false mockery. "In my own home!"

"Fuck you, I bet you got off on it," she growls, still grinding between the werewolf and the zombie's skilled hand.

It's a shame the hand is buried beneath her—I am utterly certain Theodore knows all the ways she likes to be touched.

"Mmm, we're birds of a feather, there, macushla . I'll never forget how wet you got knowing the entire masquerade was behind you, any one of them could have spotted us. And I saw the way you watched me stroke myself as Fenrir pounded into you. How dazed and full your expression got not just by being fucked and pleasured, but by being witnessed."

I run my thumb over her lips, wiping the drool from them. "So sloppy."

She licks her lips, tries to hide it, but in doing so licks me as well.

"Would you like something to fill your mouth as well?" I ask, testing her, dipping my thumb in.

She sucks on it needily, her tongue sliding all around it, the pleasure delicate but tempting.

"Yes," she gasps, reaching for my cock. "What is that on the end? Do all vampires have that?"

I let out a chuckle, stroking the shaft. At the end is a piercing, a prince Albert. Not much can pierce a vampire and stay pierced, but silver will do it.

"It's a piercing, love, and if you want my cock betwixt your lips, you'll have to mind your teeth," I instruct her, raising my attention to the wolf next. "That goes for you, too. You go too fast and you'll chip her teeth."

"Prissy little prick," he huffs under his breath.

"You forget, wolf, I still remember what you were like under my roof and care," I say, raising an eyebrow. "You drank from my blood just as I drank from yours."

Autumn grinds back against Fenrir as she looks between the two of us. "Did you two fuck?! Oh my god that's hot, do it again but this time let me watch."

Fenrir growls and slaps her arse.

"Last time for now, mac tíre ," I growl back, holding my cock steady.

I let her adjust, hold my cock in her mouth as she adjusts to the ring. "Relax, love. You'll need to take it pretty deep and keep it pretty deep to protect your pearly whites."

She gags a little at first, slowly accommodating my girth. I'm nothing compared to the wolf, but I'm large for a human and the piercing makes things more complicated. If she doesn't like it, I'll take it out from now on. But if she can take it, the pleasure will be worth it when I get to fuck her needy little cunt.

I dig my hands into her wavy brown hair, holding it back out of her face so I can see her.

"Look at me, macushla ," I beg her. "Autumn."

Her eyes flick up to mine, watery and glittering with pleasure.

"That's the look of a cock-drunk lass," I grin. "Are you going to come again sucking my cock?"

She nods gently, doing her best to heed my warnings.

I watch Theodore as he ambles over, lowering himself beneath her. It's now I realize his free hand has made its way to her ass, teasing at her hole. She gasps as his mouth replaces where his hand once worked, before his head disconnects from the rest of his body.

"Now you're getting it, Mr. Zombie Head," Fenrir grunts, pulling up the headless, one-armed body between him and Autumn.

"Hold on now, you can't go in dry," he says, pulling Theodore's head from beneath them.

He's so drenched in her wetness, his face looks almost alive again.

"Time for you to live out every man's dream," Fenrir grunts, holding Theodore's head to his cock.

Theodore drops his jaw, takes in the cock, Autumn's moisture coating his entire shaft. He moans deep, and I can see from how Fenrir's hand shakes where it holds the zombie's head that he's not unaffected by this either.

"You have to see this," I huff. "Open wide, I don't want to hurt you."

Autumn obeys and turns her head to watch the surprisingly sweet teamwork between Fenrir and Theodore.

"You said ruined, right, my mate?" Fenrir grits out.

She nods back at him. "Ruined."

Fenrir bends low, pulling Theodore's hand aside to lick along her arse, leaving behind a thick trail of saliva. Autumn lets out quick, surprised pants before her voice drops low into a chorus of "yes" over and over. We both watch in fascination as Fenrir slides off Theodore's head before guiding Theodore's cock into her ass.

"View can't be beat, gotta say," he chuckles, his breath tight. "No head to get in my way—oh, sorry, I'll put you back. Unless you want to see this."

The head nods, watching wide-eyed for a moment before locking eyes with Autumn. He mouths I love you , or at least I think he does. I can feel her reaching back for him and lean over to grab Theodore from Fenrir. As soon as he's close enough, she kisses him passionately. I stroke my hands through her hair, down her back. His free hand joins my hand at her back, scratching idly as Fenrir and his main body grind into her.

Autumn pulls away from Theodore's mouth with slight confusion, until he whispers, "Cunt."

She bites her lip. "It's enough, you don't have to. I mean, it's more than enough, I'm… dizzy with it all."

"Ruined," he says, his voice more clear than ever before.

She nods, sliding him back down between her legs. She grabs at my legs, her nails digging in as the pleasure overtakes her. She's just as bad as Theodore now, only pants out, "cock," as she looks up at me.

"Steady, crew," I tell everyone, waiting for her to drop her jaw wide enough. Just as she does, I slide my cock between her lips, burying it in the back of her throat.

And then the four of us are a nonstop pleasure machine, hers rippling through all three of us, Fenrir pumping his seed deep inside her, Theodore bucking his hips between Fenrir and Autumn, and me, running my hands through her hair and making sure she can still breathe. The noises we all make are some of the most erotic sounds I've ever heard in my life.

When another orgasm pulses through our team, she taps my leg. I ease her out gently. Whatever she says is almost too quiet, even for my ears. The same for Fenrir, as I look to him and he's either too lost in pleasure or didn't hear her at all. She grabs at my neck as I lean close, pulls me close. We mash our lips together, a sloppy, cum-drunk mess as she hisses what we've all been waiting to hear.

"Bite me. Mark me."

I lift her torso to get a better angle, and to test before I let the others in. My teeth graze against her skin, the venom welling up once more against my canines. She whimpers as I bite down, the pain still clear. She's too lost in pleasure to care.

But I'm not. I rip her necklace off her before she can protest and press her back, so the werewolf won't complain that I've taken her first. And as content as he seems to be between her legs, I pull Theodore's head up and rest it in the one place he has always been, next to her heart. I grind my cock against her clit with Theodore's mouth no longer doing the job, and it's then I bare my fangs. Fenrir follows suit, and even Theodore opens wide. Then in an act of beautiful synchronicity, we all bite down.

The noises Autumn makes in that moment will live with me until the universe expires. They'll echo in my mind every day I'm alone in my coffin. Vibrate to the silver of my piercing at the drop of a hat.

And if that's not enough, magic bursts out of her, rippling through us all, sending shockwaves of pleasure in every direction.