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26. Sam

Chapter twenty-six

Sam

I wake up warmer than I have in months. It's all Drew, too; Adam is cool to the touch, though not cold, and Drew is half on top of me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. I grin up at the ceiling and scratch my fingers through the hair at his nape.

He lets out a little grunt and rubs his nose against my throat. I should be full of regrets. I should climb out of bed, get showered, dressed, get out of here. I should—

Drew lifts his head and blinks at me. His dark eyes seem even larger now that he's just woken up, absolutely as free of guile as they ever are.

"Good morning," I murmur and do nothing to repress my smile.

Drew returns it before his full lips part on a yawn. "Morning," he says. His voice is rough and goes straight to my cock. I shift and he realises he's on top of me. He frowns and starts to move. "Sorry, I—"

"Stay." I reach up and wrap a hand around the back of his neck. He melts into the touch. I've noticed it before, when Kieran touched him like this, when Adam did… It's absolutely not sexual, but at the same time, it's so submissive it makes my heart race.

I kiss him before I can question myself. Drew freezes at first, and I don't know if he's surprised, if I should have climbed out of bed and at least brushed my teeth, but then he makes a quiet sound into my mouth and his entire body sinks into mine. He matches me, stroke for stroke, but even though he's bigger than me, even though he's got me pinned to the mattress with his bulk, he's not pushy at all.

I've fucked other wolves before, and none of them have been like this. It's always been a fight for dominance, and while I usually win, I like this better. I scrape my teeth over Drew's lower lip, and he pulls back to pant against my mouth. Adam might be a bit of a brat at times, might be the one for more give and take, and that's something I'm sure we'll have to negotiate. Drew will give us both whatever we want. I kiss his jaw. It means we need to give him what he wants, too.

"Sam?" he murmurs, and I kiss him again. I don't want him to remind me what I said last night. One night. Did he know it was a lie? I pretended it wasn't, but I think Adam saw right through me. I shove my hands into Drew's hair and pull until he whines, his hips jerking forwards.

I growl against his mouth and when I push, he rolls onto his back, only an inch or so away from toppling off my bed. I climb on top of him, straddling his waist before I kiss him again, sweeping my tongue through his mouth to gather up the taste of him.

When I pull back, we're both breathing hard. Drew's hands are gentle on my hips, just there to steady me, a stark contrast to my death grip on his hair. I lean down again, but Drew jerks back.

"Wait."

I stop and when I loosen my grip, he whimpers, so I tighten it again. His eyes flick over to Adam, who's still sleeping beside us. I don't know what time it is, but the sun must be high. "What about Adam?"

"What—" Oh. There really is a lot for us to talk about. "Oh, I didn't—"

I frown and sit up, though I don't make a move to climb off Drew. I don't think Adam will mind—he's the one who wanted this first, who presented this idea to the two of us—but Drew's right. I should check.

I shake Adam's shoulder gently, frowning when he doesn't wake. Drew laughs quietly, covering his mouth with one hand when I shake Adam again and he still doesn't move.

"Fuck's sake," I hiss. Drew is fully laughing beneath me, his body shaking deliciously between my spread thighs. I call on my magic, watching Drew shiver when he feels it. Just a little spark…

Adam grunts, rolling onto his side and batting out with one hand. He doesn't open his eyes, but I know he's half-awake now. "Whaisit?" he mumbles, all one word.

"Me and Drew were planning to make out for a while," I say. "Do you mind?"

Adam prises one eye open. He's not at all alert, and he lets out a little hum when he sees us. "Sounds hot," he murmurs, and his eye falls shut and his breathing evens out again.

I find myself laughing into Drew's and my next kiss, which is new, too. It's not that I've never laughed during sex before—not that we're fucking. Yet. It's just that there's something so comfortable about the three of us being here like this, Adam sleeping to my left, Drew's hands on my hips, and—

Drew pulls back again, and this time he studies my face. I hold my breath. What is he looking for?

"You said one night," he says, then bites his lip like he didn't mean to say it.

"I know I did."

"It's morning."

I groan, tipping my forehead down to rest against his shoulder. "I know it is."

The truth is, I don't know what to do. The messiness I've been imagining for the past week or so is far from my mind now. Here and now, it feels like we could surmount any obstacle together. But what if things do go wrong? What if the mages don't stop, or the vampire comes, or one of us—

I turn my head but don't lift it. "I don't want to let either of you go."

Drew's hands slide upwards until they tighten around my back. I lean down and press our chests together. He's half-hard, and so am I, but that's not what I'm thinking about right now.

"Neither do I," Drew whispers.

My next exhale shakes. I could stay like this forever, the covers still half over us, my door closed and the world far, far away.

Or I could—I sit up and kiss Drew again. He kisses me back almost desperately, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and I love every second of it. Drew grunts when I bite his lip, then again when I scrape my teeth down his jaw and the side of his throat. I left a mark on him last night, I'm certain, but it's already gone, so I bite down and suck hard, suddenly frantic to leave another. Drew whines, arching his back, his hands sliding down to dig into my thighs.

"Sam," he whines. "Please…"

"Whatever you want, sweetheart," I say. There's a red mark on his throat and I press my thumb to it, rewarded by a low hiss and Drew's fingers digging in even harder.

"I want—"

"Anything." I kiss Drew again, then all at once he moves, flipping me onto my back on the mattress. I grin up at him and he growls, taking my mouth in a kiss that is almost vicious and leaves me panting.

"I want to taste you," he says, and I nod. Fuck, yes. Whatever our little wolf wants.

Drew kisses down my chest, tracing the lines of my tattoo with his tongue until I'm squirming and groaning beneath him. For all his earlier desperation and last night's apparent shyness, he's meticulous, and by the time he slides his tongue over my hip, my cock is hard and leaking.

Drew settles between my thighs, leaning in. I grab his chin when he's a breath away from my cock, holding him in place.

He goes entirely still. There's a question in his gaze, and I swallow hard. This could go either way, but I'm willing to bet on it.

Willing to bet what's sure to be a spectacularly enthusiastic blow job on it, anyway.

"Say please."

Drew's pupils blow so wide I think he might have just come. There's a low groan next to me, and when I dart my gaze over, it turns out Adam's not as asleep as I thought. He props his head up on one elbow, mouth half-open as he watches us.

We're all silent for a moment. Drew licks his lips, face flaming red, and lowers his eyes before he says, "Please?"

Holy fuck. Gods above, he couldn't be more perfect if he tried. Adam groans again, idly palming his soft cock, and I let go of Drew's chin.

"Go ahead."

Drew kisses just under the head of my cock before he licks along my shaft and I groan, tipping my head back. I don't want to take my eyes off him, but when he pulls back my foreskin to lap at the head, it's all too much. I don't want to come yet, either.

"Fuck, that's hot," Adam whispers. He teases one of my nipples, dropping his head to rest on the pillow again. He's not hard, and I can tell he's fighting the urge to fall asleep again when he covers a yawn with his hand.

"You could—" Drew sucks the head of my cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he bobs his head down. My toes curl and I let out an incomprehensible sound.

Adam huffs a laugh and pinches my nipple. "‘S worth waking up for this." His lips graze my shoulder, and he settles in to watch.

I shift the pillows behind my head so I can watch, too. Drew wraps one hand around the base of my cock, but it's not long before he's taking all of me, sucking hard whenever he reaches the base. He's so hot and wet around me, and every time he sucks, I cry out, back arching.

His hips are rolling, too, where he's rubbing his cock against the sheets. I reach down and pull his hair, but when he goes to pull off my cock, I shake my head.

"Don't come," I say. "I mean it."

Drew hums in reply and I bite back a moan, fixing him with a stern look. He sucks again and I let go of his hair, collapsing, panting, onto my pillow. Adam laughs again.

"Oh, you're in charge, huh?"

"Brat," I mutter.

"Always." He nips my shoulder. "I'll show you just how bratty I can be tonight."

I turn my head and he kisses me lazily. It's such a contrast to Drew's laser-focused intent on my cock, but I end up groaning into his mouth when Drew tugs on my balls and swallows around my length.

I'm going to come. Fuck, I'm going to—I need to—

Drew sucks hard again and his eyes snap up to meet mine. He knows, and he's going to—My back arches as I come, my cry echoing around the bedroom, and Drew sucks my cock until he's swallowed every last drop.

He lifts his head, breathing hard, and I reach for him, my hands faintly shaking. Drew moves up and over me, and I groan at the combined taste of the two of us when I lick into his mouth.

"Fucking—Come on me," I say between kisses. "Mark me, sweetheart. Come on me."

Drew whines and ducks his head, but he's holding himself up on one hand, the other frantically working his cock. Adam lifts up on his elbows and peppers Drew's face with kisses, then presses close, keeping their foreheads together.

"That's it, little wolf," he whispers. "Cover him in it. He's going to look so fucking pretty, covered in your cum."

Drew whimpers and comes hard, white streaks painting my chest and stomach. Fuck. It's a lot, but I don't mind it—I like the satisfaction I see in Drew's eyes when he looks at me.

In Adam's, too. Maybe wolves and vampires share that, after all.

Drew kisses Adam, who's still close, then leans down and brushes his lips to mine again. We're both breathing hard, both shaking, and I push him over, between me and Adam, before I reach for the still-damp flannel on the bedside table.

After I've wiped myself clean, Adam is asleep again, one arm firmly around Drew's middle and his face pressed between his shoulder blades. I lie down next to Drew, who looks like he might just fall asleep again, too.

"Was that…?" He trails off and blushes, and I shuffle closer until our legs tangle together.

"You're perfect," I mutter, ignoring the heat rising in my own cheeks. I kiss him gently and his eyes stay closed after, sleep pulling at him again.

I lie there for a while until I'm sure he's out. Before I get up, I push a few strands of hair out of his eyes, then reach past him to run my fingers over Adam's temple, too.

They're mine. It might be a terrible idea, and it might all end in disaster, but—

I rub my chest. Mine.

Shaking my head at my own foolishness, I climb out of bed and drag on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. It's early, but there's a lot to be done today. If anything, finally giving in and having the two of them makes me more aware of the threat to us. Kieran's already one of my weaknesses. Pris, Ophelia, and Dante are, too.

I just got two more. I'll do whatever I need to do to protect them.

When I step out into the living room, I pause. Kieran's standing in the kitchen, and he looks up as the kettle boils, eyes raking over me. Why didn't I feel him come through the wards? Why didn't any of us hear him come into the flat?

"Cuppa?" His expression is carefully neutral.

"I, uh—Yes." How long has he been here? He has to know where Drew and Adam are, but if he heard—

Kieran makes tea for both of us, sliding mine across the counter. I approach slowly, like he's a wild animal about to bite.

He leans back against the sink and takes a sip of his own drink.

"Did everything go okay last night?" I ask.

"Yep." He sets his cup down. "Well, as okay as I was expecting. Vasile's run ragged, and I think about half the vampires aren't sure where to fall on whether Adam did it or not."

I swallow a mouthful of tea, wincing at the heat of it. "And the other half?"

Kieran shrugs. "They think he's innocent. I'm pretty sure." His eyes slide to my bedroom door again. "How were things here?"

To my eternal annoyance, my cheeks heat. I can't get angry. Kieran's my friend, and I never should have slept with his brother, especially not now and—

The corner of his mouth twitches before he takes another drink of his tea.

"Oh, you fucker," I breathe. "You're such a dick."

Kieran snorts. He moves to the other side of the counter, leaning his forearms on it and looking up at me. "Seriously. Everything's okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. I mean, there's some stuff we have to work out, but I think…" I trail off, hands clasping my cup so tightly my knuckles go white.

"You think what?"

"I think this is what I want."

Kieran absorbs that for a moment. He nods, though, and that's what has me asking my next question.

"You're not going to tell me not to hurt him?"

"Which one?"

"I—" I scowl. "I don't know! Your little brother, maybe? Your mate's turn?"

He scoffs and reaches over to shove my shoulder. "Don't be a dick. You'll all hurt each other at some point, I'm sure. That's just how things go, right?"

"Right."

"So what's the point? Besides, maybe I should warn them not to hurt you."

"Kieran…"

Kieran shrugs. "I'm not losing you," he says, and from the stubborn jut of his chin, I know he means it. "I'm not losing them, either, but you—you're stuck with me, Sam. We made that decision eleven years ago, remember?"

My throat feels tight, and I duck my head, staring down at my cup as I say, "I remember."

"Good." Kieran rounds the counter and claps me on the shoulder. "As long as that's clear."

He moves over to the sofa and turns on the TV, while I stay standing where I am until I've finished the rest of my tea. Can I really have what I want?

For once, it feels like maybe I can.

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