Play So Good

PLAY SO GOOD

M y legs burn as Tris and I scramble up the gravel driveway, breath ragged in our lungs.

Why did my ancestors insist on building our house on such a big hill?

I stumble on the steps up the porch, make it through the front door half bent over, and collapse against the back of the couch, wheezing and wondering if I’m too young for a heart attack.

“No time for quitting, sparky.” Tris tugs on my elbow. “We need to keep moving.”

“I can’t…go on,” I gasp between breaths, sweat beading on my brow. “Leave me. Save yourself!”

Heavy footsteps thud across the weathered porch boards outside and my heart leaps into my throat. Ros, closing in for the kill.

“Not a chance. I’m not leaving my eternal spark behind.” Tris hauls me toward the grand staircase. “Now get your delectable ass in gear, I hear him coming!”

As we stumble up the steps, the front door bangs open. “Well, well, look at the tasty little snacks who thought they could outrun me.”

I glance back and catch the predatory gleam in Ros’s eyes. “I do so love it when they run. Makes the blood pump faster.”

A thrill shivers through me, my exhausted legs trembling, and I turn back to Tris with a whimper. “I’m not gonna make it. Leave me to be devoured on the stairs.”

“In front of the construction workers?” He shakes his head at me. “Quitters don’t get pie for a week.”

“You monster,” I pant, but it gives me the kick in the pants I need.

Summoning a final burst of energy, I scramble up the remaining steps on all fours, hauling myself faster with hands grasping the spindles.

Ros’s laughter follows us up as he stalks behind, enjoying the game. “You better run, little witches. ”

At the landing, Tris drags me into my childhood bedroom, slamming the door behind us. We collapse against it, chests heaving, and pulses pounding.

Unable to stand a second longer, I stagger to the queen-sized bed and throw myself onto it. My red hair spills off the other side, the blood rushing to my head making me dizzy. Or maybe it’s the adrenaline still surging through my veins.

My quivering arms thrust up in victory. “Safe!”

But as my arms droop back to the quilt, a dark figure appears in the doorway to the Jack-and-Jill bathroom.

Ros leans against the frame, muscled arms crossed and a wicked smile curving his sensual lips that reveal a hint of fang. “Oh no, little mate, not safe at all. In fact, I’d say you’re exactly where I want you.”

Upside down, I point an accusing finger at him. “That’s cheating! No using secret passageways!”

His molten gaze rakes over me splayed across the bed, zeroing in on my heaving chest. “All’s fair in love and war.”

A whimper escapes my throat.

Tris darts in front of me, taking up a protective stance. “Hurry, Rowe, run for it.”

View now filled with his delectable ass, I reach up and squeeze those pert globes. “You’re so brave, offering your throat to save me from sexy bites.”

He swats at my hands. “Shh, this is a great sacrifice.”

With a growl, Ros pounces on Tris, tackling him to the bed.

“Oh, no!” Tris play-fights as he tips his chin back in invitation. “The monster has made it past my defenses! Remember me to my loved ones!”

I smack his arm. “We’re your loved ones.”

“Such abusive love…” He trails off on a moan as Ros’s fangs sink into his neck. “Bite me good, Daddy.”

Choking, Ros pulls off with a laugh. “Stop that.”

“No, don’t stop.” Reaching up, Tris tugs Ros back down toward his throat. “I’ll behave, I promise.”

“You’d better.” Ros sinks his fangs into Tris’s neck, dragging a guttural moan from my eternal spark.

Transfixed, I watch Tris’s body respond, his cock hardening against the restrictive cotton of his scrubs. His hips thrust in the air in helpless response as the aphrodisiac effect of Ros’s bite courses through him.

Warmth pools between my thighs in reaction, and I lick my lips as I inch closer .

Without lifting his head, Ros tangles his hand in my hair, applying gentle pressure to guide my head down toward Tris’s straining erection, the command clear. Heat rises from Tris’s body, his musky scent filling my nose, and I moan against his hard length.

My inner muscles clench with desire, and I roll onto my stomach, eager to play my part. I toe off my shoes, and they thunk onto the floor as I crawl the rest of the way across the bed on my knees, my leggings getting twisted in the process.

Annoyed, I reach down and shove them off, kicking them to the floor, too. My sweater brushes against my bare ass, protecting at least part of me from the chill in the air.

I lean over Tris to undo the knot that holds his scrubs in place, then wiggle them far enough down his hips to free him. His hard cock juts upward, and I wrap my hand around his length, pumping him a few times before leaning in, my breath ghosting over his sensitive tip.

“Don’t tease,” he moans, his hips thrusting in demand.

Lips parting, I take him into my mouth, working him deep, sucking and licking, teasing the veins that drive him insane. Tris’s hands fist in the sheets, his head thrashing, and Ros grabs his hair, holding him still so he doesn’t rip his throat open on our vampire’s fangs.

Humming in appreciation, I take Tris deeper, loving the hint of salt on his skin, the musky scent when I bury my nose against his balls. Head lifting, I swirl my tongue around the head, triggering a groan from him, before taking him deep again.

Tris’s hand grabs my bare leg, moves higher, and slips between my thighs. “Open wider.”

Moaning louder, I part my legs, shifting to give him a better angle.

“I need you, Tris,” I pant, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”

Skilled fingers find my swollen clit, rubbing in circles that send sparks of pleasure spiraling through me. My back arches, my pleasure-filled cry muffled around his cock.

His fingers warm, like a fire burns beneath his skin, and he slides them deep inside me. With practiced precision, he finds the bundle of nerves inside and strokes it, making my hips buck, riding his hand.

Heat curls in my stomach and tingles up my spine. I suck harder on Tris, head bobbing up and down as we both chase release.

As I near the edge, though, Ros grips my hair, urging me up. Tris’s cock leaves my mouth with a pop, glistening with pre-cum and saliva. I whine, mouth open and lips tingling.

“No,” Tris protests, lust glazing his eyes as he props himself up on his elbows. “I was almost there.”

“Me, too.” I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to ease the aching emptiness. “Don’t be mean.”

Ros smirks, running his finger down my throat and leaving goose bumps in their wake. “I know, baby, but if you two didn’t want to play, you shouldn’t have started this.”

“I want to play.” I strain toward him. “I want to play so much.”

“Me, too.” Tris reaches for his straining cock, squeezing the base with a groan. “Still good to play.”

“I’m still hungry.” Ros caresses my racing pulse. “Straddle Tris’s waist.”

Pulse quickening at his commanding tone, I slide my leg over Tris, who yanks up his scrubs top so my wet folds rub against his abs. Unable to resist, I scoot forward far enough to rock my hips against his shaft, rubbing my sensitive nub against his rigid length.

Tris groans, his hips jerking in response.

“Such a naughty little witch.” Ros swings a leg over to straddle Tris’s thighs, pinning his hips to the mattress. “You’re on timeout.”

Tris lets out a whine of protest at being restrained, but pre-cum leaks from his tip.

Ros grips my waist, drawing me up onto my knees as his head dips, and I shiver as his breath flutters over my pulse, his fangs grazing my sensitive skin.

Liquid desire pools between my thighs, and I tip my head to the side, giving him more room.

“Mmm, I can smell how turned on you are. Your scent is intoxicating, baby,” Ros murmurs against my throat before slowly sinking his fangs into my flesh.

White-hot bliss rushes through my veins as he feeds, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. My head lolls back, and a guttural moan escapes my lips. Magic crackles in the air, mingling with the heady musk of arousal.

Sensation washes over me, drowning me in the pull of Ros’s mouth at my neck and Tris’s hard and needy cock beneath me. My heart races as Ros draws me forward, positioning my core over Tris’s straining cock. The velvety head nudges at my slick entrance, and we both let out strangled groans at the teasing contact .

“Please…” Tris begs, his voice hoarse with need. “I want to feel Rowe around me.”

Ros chuckles against my throat, sending delicious vibrations through me. “So impatient, both of you.”

With deliberate slowness, Ros lowers me onto Tris. As his tapered head breaches my opening, I gasp, my inner walls stretching to accommodate his thicker shaft.

“Oh, god, this feels so good.” My fingers scrabble for purchase on Ros’s tactical vest as, inch by delicious inch, he impales me on Tris.

Ros’s grip on my hips tightens, and with a final push, he sheathes me on Tris’s cock, so deep that he presses against my womb.

“That’s it, take all of him,” Ros purrs, licking the fresh punctures on my neck. “You were made to be filled by your mates, weren’t you, baby?”

I whimper in affirmation, my mind blanking with pleasure as Ros grinds me down on Tris in slow, filthy circles. The new angle rubs Tris’s cock against the sensitive spot inside me with each rotation of my hips, and molten heat builds in my core, coiling tighter and tighter.

My inner muscles flutter and clench around Tris’s hot length. “Please, Ros… I need… ”

“Hush, now. Let us take care of you.”

Ros lifts me up until only Tris’s tip remains inside, my wet heat clenching at the sudden emptiness. Then he slams me back down, spearing me open once more. Again and again, he bounces me on Tris’s cock, using the other man like a toy to fuck me with.

The world narrows to pure physical sensation, the delicious drag of Tris’s shaft against my fluttering walls, the bite of Ros’s fingers into my hips, building our pleasure to dizzying heights.

My inner walls clench tightly around Tris’s cock, and the rough material of Ros’s vest scrapes beneath my fingernails as I drag them downward. I reach the bottom and fumble for Ros’s belt, seeking the prize straining beneath. Finding his zipper, I drag it down and free his rock-hard shaft. I wrap both hands around it, stroking his scorching hot length.

Ros groans and claims my mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue plundering and tangling with mine. I pump his cock as we devour each other, moans mingling in the kiss.

His hands release my hips to shove under my sweater, finding my aching nipples and tweaking them between his fingers. Electric shivers race through my body at the dual sensations, and I arch into his touch with a gasp.

“You two are so fucking hot together,” Tris pants, grabbing my hips to rock me on top of him, the fullness unraveling me. “I love watching you touch him, sparky.”

I moan and work Ros faster, sucking on his tongue.

Tris lifts me up and down, and I cry out as he hits that perfect spot inside me over and over. My hands falter on Ros’s cock as the tension coils tighter in my core.

“That’s it, my spark, let go,” Tris coaxes, his voice ragged. “Come for us.”

His words send me flying over the edge. I throw my head back with a wordless cry as ecstasy crashes through me, my walls pulsing around Tris’s cock. Through the haze of pleasure, I feel Ros throb in my hands as he finds his own release, painting my fingers with his cum.

Boneless and sated, I collapse against Ros’s chest as Tris holds me from behind, both of them supporting my limp weight. We tumble to our sides on the bed, entangled in a mess of sweaty limbs and heaving breaths. Tris slips out of me with a groan and snuggles close, spooning my back as Ros wraps his arms around us both from the front.

“Fuck, that was incredible.” Tris nuzzles into my hair. “You’re amazing, Rowe. You, too, Ros. We’re all amazing.”

I hum in drowsy contentment, already floating toward a nap. Naps with mates are the best.

Ros smacks Tris’s ass. “You’re bite-blissed and cum drunk.”

“Yeah, I am. Feels fantastic.” Tris snuggles his semi-hard cock into the cleft of my ass. “Why would you ever want to skip this to drink bagged blood?”

Ros tosses his head back with a laugh. “You know, I can’t remember right now.”

Tris reaches past me to pinch him. “Looks like I’m not the only one cum drunk.”

“Jewelry,” I mumble around a yawn.

“Oh, yeah.” Ros brushes the hair back from my face. “Guess it will have to wait another week.”

“Get one of your lackeys to test it out.” I throw a leg over him, and the stiff material of his black pants chafes my inner thigh. “You’re overdressed. Both of you.”

Ros mouths at the sensitive spot on my neck where he fed. “Is that any way to ask for naked snuggles? ”

“I don’t want to move,” Tris whines. “Why can’t we magic away our clothes?”

“And magic us to a bigger bed.” Ros grimaces as he shifts his long legs, which hang off the side of the mattress.

I pat his chest. “Tall people problems must be so hard.”

“You’re funny.” He tweaks the tip of my nose. “When is the construction going to be done?”

“Ask Owen,” Tris and I chorus.

A blue spark drifts in front of my nose, and I blink as I struggle to focus on it, sleepiness dragging at my eyelids.

With a smile, Ros reaches out and pokes at the spark, making it pop. “Dare I say we’re electric together?”

“Rowe and I are electric,” Tris corrects. “You just get to bask in the sparks of our love.”

“I’m okay with that.” Another spark drifts past, and Ros catches it on the tip of his finger.

I lift my hand to touch it, tingles bursting between us.

Smaller sparks rain toward our bodies, leaving thin strings stuck to our skin. Broken apart, but still connected. I rub my sock-covered foot against Tris’s leg and static draws the sparks back together, the blue glow brightening into tiny lightning.

With a jolt, I bolt upright between them. “Bajinga!”

A groan comes from Tris. “You want to play cards?”

“No!” I wiggle out from between them. “I figured out my spell!”

I fall off the side of the bed and bounce to my feet, racing for the door.

“Pants, Rowe!” Ros yells after me. “There are still construction workers in the house.”

“No time!” I yank open the door. “I have to write this down before I forget!”

Heavy thuds come from behind me, my mates shouting as they chase me back downstairs.