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27

Serina

I couldn’t sit still; I had been pacing the living room and kitchen since they left about an hour ago. Why didn’t I go with them?

Surely, they wouldn’t let Bastian kill someone, would they?

But he was starving. Would I want him to kill someone if it meant that he was okay? Fuck, my mind was twisted. Oh, how far I had fallen.

Another part of me wanted to give him myself when he was here, let him drink from me, but I didn’t since they were all so adamant that I needed to go back in the house. Thorne wasn’t starving when I let him feed from me; could Bastian control himself?

I believed he could. He was the most controlled out of the three of them it seemed. A smile curved my lips.

The door opened, and I twisted toward it as the three of them walked in. Bastian had blood on the corners of his mouth and a stain on his shirt. I looked him over, but he answered the question that was on my lips before I ever said it.

“No, it’s not human,” he said, and my shoulders sagged a little in relief.

One of his arms held his side as if it was causing him pain as he walked toward me, and I hugged him; he grunted from how hard I squeezed him.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, but he didn’t release me.

“I’ll be fine,” he breathed, and I let out a light chuckle against his chest. He smelled of blood and grime, but I didn’t care.

“I didn’t think I could hurt a Vampire from a hug.”

“I had animal blood; it doesn’t heal me as well as human, but I wouldn’t risk feeding on anyone with how hungry I was.”

“What did you eat?” My brows furrowed.

“There were some farms near here, so I drained a cow before we all headed back home.” He glanced around on a long sigh as if being back home just dawned on him.

I pulled him back into a hug, and Nox and Thorne moved past us, the former to the living room, and the latter toward the kitchen.

“We’ll let you two catch up,” Nox said as he plopped down on the couch while Thorne pulled out a pan from the cabinet.

“I’ll make you some dinner,” Thorne chimed, eyeing me over his shoulder, and it was as if my body registered it hadn’t eaten all day the moment he said it.

I gave him a small smile of appreciation before following Bastian up the stairs to his room. Well, my room?

I walked in while he waited by the door. Bastian looked at me hesitantly, before I nodded for him to come in. I went straight to the master bathroom and started up the large, double-headed shower.

“I’m sure you want a shower after being stuck there,” I said as I went to leave to give him some privacy.

But he grabbed my hand, silently asking me to stay.

He began unbuttoning his shirt, and I helped him get it off of his arms, noticing how bad his side looked. The skin was black and purple there; he definitely had a few broken ribs.

My fingers moved against his skin gently until I reached the button of his pants and helped get them down his legs as he stepped out of them. His cock hardened at seeing me almost on my knees in front of him, but I did my best not to look as I rose back up.

The man had been tortured for the last week. The least I could do was let him shower. I shouldn’t be thinking about jumping his bones right now.

He got in and stood under the hot streams of water with a loud relieved sigh as I leaned against the wall and admired him through the large, frosted glass door. He ran his fingers through his dirty blond hair, and the water flowing down his naked body was tinged brownish pink from the mix of animal blood and his own torment.

I bit my lower lip at the hard, muscled angles of his body. Gods, all of these men were fucking perfect.

“Care to join me, little monster?” he whispered, and my eyes jerked up to his, finding them watching me through the glass now since I had gotten distracted by his perfect ass.

I hesitated a moment before shucking my boots off and tugging my shirt over my head. I pushed my pants down my legs, stepping out of them, completely bare to him now. Even through the glass, I watched the animalistic stillness make his body taut and rigid.

I opened the frosted door and he watched me, the darkness taking over his eyes as the monster lurking under his skin was barely being contained.

He watched as I got under the hot stream and let my head fall back, getting my entire body soaked from the double streams.

My hair stuck to my slick back. His arms wrapped around me, and goosebumps pebbled my skin when I opened my eyes and saw the darkness lingering in him.

He cupped my face with one hand and leaned in to kiss me softly, but the kiss grew more and more intoxicating the longer his lips stayed fused to mine.

He growled as he ran a hand up my back and into the nape of my hair, gripping so hard it stung a little as he kissed me breathless.

“Wait,” I murmured against our kiss, and he pulled back. “I want to take care of you first.” I grabbed the nearby washcloth and lathered it in soap, starting with his shoulders and working my way down every curve of his body before I rinsed him.

He did his best not to wince at certain parts of his body, but I could see the pain twist in his brow when something I touched hurt him, and I didn’t like it.

I stood on my tiptoes to wash his hair, and he chuckled at me, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel clean; I wanted him to feel good after everything he went through in there. I tenderly rinsed his hair, and he wrapped me up in his arms and kissed me again; I kissed him back.

All his kisses reminded me of the one he gave me before he left.

“Why did you kiss me before you left?” I asked against his lips.

“Because I knew you were going to be mine from the moment I saw you, and I didn’t know how long it was going to be before I saw you again, so I wanted to be sure you knew,” he said back.

I quipped, “You couldn’t have just told me that.”

“No, because at the time you wouldn’t have believed me. You wouldn’t have believed any of us. I needed you to see for yourself— feel for yourself,” he whispered against my lips as he gently kissed me again.

I ran my hand down his body until I found his hard cock and stroked it once, causing him to growl in my mouth.

He hummed in approval. “Serina.”

“And how did you know I had finally done that?” I asked, stroking him again.

“The way you reacted when I pinned you against the house… and then again, when you hugged me, I knew something had changed,” he said, moving his hand down to my center as he stroked my clit, making my legs weak. “And then when I walked into the house and it smelled of you, all of you .”

He pushed in two thick fingers, causing me to gasp against his lips as he swallowed the sound.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he crooned as he pushed me back against the cold tile and dropped to his knees. “I’m not sharing you; I want you all to myself, just for a little while.”

His words skittered over my inner thigh as he dragged one of my legs over his shoulder as he lapped at my drenched pussy.

I cried out, unable to think about what he said, my orgasm already rising in me. I gripped my hands in his short, wet strands as my body began trembling before it crashed over the edge.

He rose to his feet, kissing up my water-slicked body. Then he grabbed both of my legs, and I wrapped them around his waist effortlessly.

He kissed me long and rough; I could taste my release on his lips. He gripped my ass, keeping me pinned between the wall and his body. His cock nudged at my entrance, making me writhe against him, wanting to feel him stretch me.

I wanted him inside me as he fed from me. I wanted to heal him. I wanted his venom to fill me with bliss. I wanted everything.

I moved my head to the side, giving him access to my neck, and he kissed me softly there, but I felt his body go a little more rigid with control.

“Bastian,” I half moaned, half whispered as he kissed on my chest and sucked one of my peaked nipples into his mouth.

“Hmmm?” he groaned as his lips moved over my sensitive flesh.

“I want you to feed from me,” I said, and his mouth paused as he lifted his head to look me in the eye.

“Serina, I…” he hesitated.

“I know you’ll stop. It’s okay, I want to heal you,” I assured as I noticed the slight tremble in his leg from holding me up and the strain he was going through from all the beatings he had taken while he was away.

I was sure not feeding enough didn’t help with that.

He brushed his fingers over the marred light pink scar on my neck from the night my dad died knowing how I must’ve gotten it before he placed a soft kiss there.

“Are you sure?” he asked as he kissed my jaw.

“Yes.” I met his mouth with mine one last time before moving my head to the side again to give him all the access he needed.

He cradled my head like I was something precious as he kissed my neck, and then his fangs cut into me quick and with barely a sting. The pain faded swiftly, and my body began filling with the euphoria of the bite.

I moaned softly as he inched in, and his thrusts were slow and rhythmic, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me on every stroke, making my body tremble like a taut spring.

My orgasm climbed in me again, so slowly I thought I was going to scream. Or wait, maybe I was screaming already?

I couldn’t tell as I matched Bastian thrust for thrust. He drank from my neck, and I felt every pull as he took from me, making my whole body tingle as he filled me in an entirely different way.

He picked up his pace, and I moved with him. The noises coming from me were wild and untamed, my orgasm barreling through me.

“Bastian,” I cried out as I came apart on his cock.

He was trembling as he unlatched his fangs from my throat and started thrusting quicker into me. His eyes darkened, and then he was on my throat again licking and sucking the wound as he fucked me against the shower wall.

His rhythm became unsteady as he groaned, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum until it was dripping down my inner thighs. He set my feet back on the floor of the shower, holding me upright as my legs practically gave out beneath me.

Darkness clouded my vision, and my mind felt fuzzy. Like static on a TV screen as euphoric bliss consumed me.

“Fuck,” Bastian cursed as he turned off the water and hauled me into his arms. I saw the concern in his eyes. I was awake but not, in a way. Barely holding onto consciousness.

I felt Bastian towel me off and lay me in his bed, and he settled down next to me, running fingers through my damp hair.

“Serina, I’m sorry. I think I took too much,” he murmured as he cupped my face with one of his hands, his eyes so full of worry.

“I’m okay, Bastian, I just got a little dizzy.”

I tried to sit up to show him, but the dots came back to my vision. He gently laid me back down.

“Settle down, love,” he said, pulling me into his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, and then I was out cold.

When I woke, Bastian had me cradled against his chest. I glanced over to the shuffling footsteps by the door, seeing Thorne and Nox leaning against the doorframe looking disheveled and standing there like animals looking through the bars of their cage.

“How are you feeling?” Bastian asked as he peered down at me, a smile curling his lips.

“I feel fine. A little hungry, but fine,” I said groggily, coming out of my sleepy haze with a yawn.

“They thought I had killed you. Refused the leave until you woke,” Bastian jested toward them with a nod. Thorne scoffed while Nox merely rolled his eyes.

I smiled to myself as I got to my feet, feeling more steady than before, but Bastian was behind me. I hadn’t even seen him get off the bed.

“I didn’t think it was possible to come so hard you pass out, but there’s a first time for everything,” I murmured loud enough for all of them to hear me, trying to lighten the mood, and Bastian chuckled as he followed me over to the doorway.

Even just being so close in proximity to the three of them made my stomach dip with butterflies.

I walked through the doorway and wrapped my arms around Nox’s neck, pulling him into an unexpected kiss, letting him know I was perfectly fine, and he hummed as he kissed me back.

I could tell he didn’t want to let me go when I finally broke the kiss and did the same with Thorne, making the kiss sensual and slow.

His tongue twirled in tandem with mine, and he pinned me against him and the doorframe of the bedroom. I could feel his cock hardening against me as he kissed me.

He briefly pulled back, looking in my eyes as if assuring himself I was okay.

He shifted to whisper in my ear, “If I wouldn’t have stopped, I would have taken you in front of them, and I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

A blush crept up my neck because Thorne was normally the more quiet one when it came to lewd thoughts or actions, but his words definitely did something to me.

Kissing them in front of Bastian already had me pulsing with a need I didn’t think I’d have again so soon.

I wanted them to watch, I wanted them to join. I wanted all of them.

Bastian’s hand curled around my waist, and he tugged me back through the entryway and away from Thorne and Nox. Thorne chuckled under his breath at his little show of jealousy.

“I’ll bring you something to eat. You should get some more rest; you had us worried,” Thorne chided as he headed past Nox to get down the stairs.

“Maybe you should have a little more control over your emotions, Bas,” Nox retorted, eyeing Bastian’s possessive hand around my waist, making it obnoxiously clear that his words held a double meaning.

Bastian snorted. “Fuck you, Nox.”

“You’re going to have to get used to sharing, brother, cause she’s our little monster , not only yours.” With that, Nox winked at me and turned to saunter out of the room.