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Serina

E xhausted, we stumbled through the door of my father's old cabin, our training session lingering on our skins like a badge of honor. I could feel every eye on me as I peeled away from the group, my movements deliberately slower, savoring the heat in their gazes.

“I'll whip us up something for dinner,” Thorne declared, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver skating down my spine.

“Sounds perfect,” I murmured, almost to myself, and made my way to the shower, slipping my dirty shirt off as I went.

The water cascaded over me, each drop washing away everything but the impossible tension coiling within me. Since becoming one of them, everything had intensified. My senses, my desires, even the bond between us seemed stronger.

I wanted them all the time, but we had been so focused on my training and everything else that we hadn’t crossed that line since I turned. I almost felt like they were waiting for my permission.

I dressed in a simple tank top and jeans that hugged me in all the right places, then padded barefoot back into the living room and kitchen space of the cabin. The scents of garlic and herbs wafted through the air, mixing with the earthy tones of the wooden interior.

Thorne stood at the stove, his back to me, and I took a moment to admire the way his muscles shifted beneath his shirt as he cooked.

“Smells amazing,” I complimented, sliding into a seat at the dining table.

Bastian and Nox emerged from their room shortly after, both looking like they'd stepped out of an ad for cologne, rugged and fresh. They joined me, and there was this charge in the air. Like the calm before the storm. That same charge that had been building all week.

We gathered around the rustic wooden table, the flickering candles casting shadows across our faces. Thorne served the meal with a sexy swagger, and I couldn't help but smile at his domestic prowess.

Who knew a Vampire could be such a homemaker?

I reached for my glass of wine, letting the rich red liquid tease my lips before taking a sip. The flavor exploded on my tongue, more potent than I remembered, yet another reminder of how much had changed.

Looking over the rim of my glass, I caught Nox's dark eyes burning with fire, Bastian's smoldering gaze, and Thorne's knowing smile.

The yearning was fucking unbearable.

“Everything tastes different now,” I mused aloud, setting my glass down with a soft clink against the table. “More intense.”

“It'll be that way until you get more accustomed” Bastian said with a rakish grin, his tone light, but eyes were burning just as brightly as Nox’s.

“And I'm so… hungry ,” I replied, the double entendre heavy in the air between us.

Thorne chuckled, a deep sound that rumbled through the room. He caught my drift. “Eat up, Serina. You're going to need your strength.”

It was a statement loaded with meaning, and it sent a hot rush coursing through me. We mostly ate in silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was anticipatory.

Every brush of skin under the table, each glance exchanged, stoked the fire within me until I was sure I would burn alive from it.

As the meal wound down, Thorne cleared the plates away, and I realized that no amount of food or wine could satiate the hunger I had building inside me.

It was a hunger for them, for the connection we had ignored since I'd become what I was now. We were too focused on my training, on Victor, but now, all I could focus on was them knowing Victor would soon meet his end.

“Something tells me dessert isn't going to be found on the table,” Nox said, his voice laced with a desire that reflected my own.

I met his gaze, my lips curving into a slow, predatory smile. “No,” I agreed, feeling the weight of their stares like a physical touch, “unless you want it on the table.”

The dark chuckle that spilled from Bastian's lips was like a spark in the room, sending a wave of heat through me as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Get on the table, Serina,” Bastian instructed, his voice low and thrilling.

That was all it took, one sentence, and the careful control we'd all been clinging to snapped.

Bastian’s chair clattered behind him as he stood. The others were on their feet in an instant, surrounding me with an intensity that had nothing to do with the supernatural and everything to do with raw, unbridled desire.

And oh, how I had missed this—the wildness, the heat, the connection that defied explanation. In that moment, surrounded by the three men who had become my world, I felt more alive than ever before.

Bastian's grip on my hand was a promise as he pulled me into his chest, Thorne's arm slipping around my waist from behind. The dining room spun into a blur of motion and sensation.

I was caught, willingly ensnared between their powerful forms.

My heart raced, each beat echoing in the predatory gleam in Bastian's eyes. His fingers traced the line of my jaw before tilting my head to meet his kiss.

Nox's hands slid over my hips from my left, claiming space alongside Thorne's, and I reveled in the heat of them both, the undeniable strength they offered and demanded in return.

The solid thud of a framed picture hitting the floor snapped through our passion-hazed bubble. We were destruction in motion, a maelstrom of limbs. The walls of my father's cabin groaned in protest as we slammed against them, the once-still photos descending like leaves in autumn.

“Serina,” Nox growled, nipping at my collarbone. “So fucking beautiful.”

I arched my neck to the side into him, seeking more of that delicious pain that flared into pleasure.

Bastian's hands roved lower, dipping below my pants and panties, easily finding my slick pussy. He growled into my mouth as he kissed me and swallowed my moan as he started stroking my needy cunt.

While Nox and Thorne's teeth found the tender skin at the nape of my neck on either side, eliciting a gasp that mingled with the cracking sound of furniture giving way beneath us.

The couch. I broke the couch from my writhing against Bastian’s wicked fingers. Fuck, how did we move from the dining room to the living room?

“Harder,” I urged, my voice a ragged whisper lost amid the symphony of breaking wood and ragged moans. “I can take more now.”

They all obliged, each touch, each kiss, each bite, each fucking stroke. Gods, I was going to come. I stumbled forward; we were a tangled quartet through hallways lined with memories, leaving a trail of splintered wood and clothes in our path.

I ripped at anything with buttons on all of them as I passed between the three guys, desperately trying to reach my bedroom down the hall.

Our kisses were wild, tasting of wine and want, our bodies speaking a language beyond words as we moved together.

“God, Serina,” Thorne panted, his hands firm on my waist as he pressed me into Bastian's chest, “you're everything.” His words were slammed into my lips with his kiss just as his tongue slipped into my mouth.

I was naked now, and so were all three of them. Thorne and Bastian's cocks dug into me from the front and the back, which only made the heat in my stomach coil tighter as Nox's fingers found their way to my core. He inserted two thick digits and thrusted them inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot.

I cried out, throwing my head back on Bastian's hard chest as he kissed along my neck.

Thorne kneaded and sucked on my breasts as Bastian's cock grinded into my back. Feeling them so hard and needy for me made me grind harder against them.

“Everything,” Bastian and Nox echoed, their voices a chorus that wrapped around me, filling the spaces inside me that yearned for them.

This was no gentle exploration—it was a claiming . Each caress was a brand, each moan a vow, as I collided again and again with Nox's fingers and the palm of his calloused hand against my clit.

The lines of where one of us ended and another began became hopelessly, wonderfully blurred. I saw stars as I climaxed, my body a trembling mess against their hard frames.

Nox withdrew his soaked fingers. Placing his middle finger in his mouth, he sucked it clean, and then he offered his pointer finger to Thorne, and he did the same. It caught me on fire all over again. I moaned at the sight of them feasting on the mess they made of me.

“Now I want a taste,” Bastian crooned from behind me before effortlessly lifting me in his arms and finally making it into my old bedroom.

He tossed me on to the twin bed before dragging me to the edge and dropping to his knees between my legs. He kissed my inner thighs, his hot breath hitting my clit making me squirm on a moan.

Nox grabbed my wrists and pulled me more to the other side of the bed. Bastian didn't stop his assault, he only moved with my body.

I cried out as he ravished my needy clit with his talented tongue, my head now hanging off the edge as my feet hung off the other side. Nox's cock bobbed in front of my face, and I licked my lips, realizing what he was doing as he rubbed the crown of his leaking cock over my full lips.

I fisted him first, nipping under his shaft, and he groaned. I matched his sound and took him in my mouth, wrapping my lips around his thick length, sucking greedily. He tasted so good.

Bastian's hands gripped onto my thighs, guiding my hips up and down on his tongue, and I couldn't help but give him more of the taste he sought, so I grinded harder, my brutal pace matching the thrusts of Nox's cock in my mouth.

I could feel Thorne watching, leaning in occasionally to kiss my neck, my breasts, to touch me in all my most sensitive places as I worked Nox's hardness down my throat, his own shaft rubbing against my stomach when he would lean over on the bed to suck my nipples into his mouth. It was all too much.

My hands snaked down my body to grab a fistful of Thorne's hair and pull him closer as he sucked and nipped on my aching nipples.

He obliged with a growl, and his fangs sunk into my flesh as he drank from me. I cried out as my orgasm slammed through me from the intensity of his venom.

I moaned around Nox's cock, and suddenly he was spilling down my throat with his own roar of pleasure. He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet plop before dropping down and capturing my lips with his own as we shared our kisses through the hunger and need still burning through me.

I thought their venom was strong before, but it was nothing compared to this. Now, when we would bite each other, blood share with each other, everything was so intense I almost felt like my soul was literally leaving my body and going to another plane of existence.

“Bastian,” I breathed against Nox's skin just as Bastian pulled away from my dripping cunt. “I need you,” I demanded.

Bastian obeyed without hesitation. Climbing on the bed, he grasped my hips firmly before rolling me on top of him. I felt hot breath at the small of my back and knew what was coming next.

Thorne was at my back. His teeth sank into my skin of my shoulder, claiming me, taking from me, as Bastian positioned himself at my entrance. I leaned down, and Bastian kissed my neck before his fangs buried into me there, and then I followed suit and did the same, tasting the sweetness of his blood on my tongue, allowing it to propel me like a drug.

I knew blood sharing was an intimate thing between Vampires, and I never understood why until now. I could feel everything tenfold.

In one swift thrust, Bastian plunged inside me, filling me so perfectly I gasped aloud at the ecstasy of it. Then I felt Thorne nudging inside me too, and the slow stretch to accommodate both of them had me crying out in pain and pleasure, blood trailing from my lips.

I arched into Thorne, feeling him inch slowly inside as I stayed sheathed on Bastian's cock.

“That's it, baby,” Nox moaned, and I looked over to see him stroking his cock, already hard again as he watched both of their cocks start to move inside me.

I pressed against Bastian's chest, grinding my hips into his cock as Thorne matched my thrusts from behind me.

“You’re taking them so well,” Nox crooned.

Inescapable and unyielding pleasure coursed through me as Nox talked me through it. They both found their rhythm quickly, licking and biting at each other’s wounds.

They kept moving like they'd never want to leave—long, powerful strokes that shook the small bed beneath us with each thrust.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out, seeing stars, my climax barreling through me. I lost myself in the feeling of both of them. Their venom coursing through me as much as mine was coursing through them.

“Yeah, baby, that's it,” Nox growled. his fingers tightening on his cock as he fisted himself faster. “Give us one more,” he panted as I began to ride Thorne and Bastian.

Their cocks slid in and out of me effortlessly now, filling me up as deep as they could go while I rocked back and forth onto their shafts. The heady scent of sex filled the air, mingling with the faint smell of wine and sweat.

Our movements became frenzied as they pounded into me. Thorne fisted my hair tightly. Bastian's hands circled my ribcage and squeezed roughly as he slammed me down on his cock, his eyes turning black with unhinged desire as he watched where we all connected.

I felt every inch of their thickness, stretching me further than I ever imagined possible, making my walls begin to clench around them again.

Their skin was hot against mine, electric. We moved together in perfect sync—their rhythms echoing through the cabin as our skin slapped.

I glanced over to Nox again, my mouth slack with desire to see his tattooed arm flex as he drove into his fist, his torso gleaming with sweat under the dimness of the moonlight streaming through the window. The sight of him had made my walls tighten around Bastian and Thorne all at once, the feel of them inside me. My pussy pulling on their lengths, milking them with my needy cunt. I climaxed with a scream.

Thorne let out a low grunt against my neck as he thrusted into me one final time, leaving bite marks that would have left me bloody and bruised if I were still human. Bastian gripped my hips so hard I thought I heard a crack as he pounded his cock into me once more.

Their hot cum filled me and leaked down my thighs, onto the bed beneath us. Thorne kissed down my back side as Bastian pulled my face to his for a slow, passionate kiss.

They unsheathed from my body, and Nox dropped his now dirtied shirt from his release to the floor and helped me stand on trembling legs.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” Nox said, pulling me into his arms and taking me to the bathroom, where he somehow got one more orgasm out of me while Thorne and Bastian cleaned up not only the bedroom, but the whole damn house.