Chapter Fifteen

Kelvin didn't seem to fit in at Harrison's house. The last time he'd been here, I'd hardly noticed since I'd been so sick. The next morning it had been awkward, but I'd worked hard to pretend it hadn't been.

Somehow, this time, it was all the more obvious.

He'd shown up as soon as the sun had set, just after I'd forced myself out of bed. After being out until the sun had risen the night before, Harrison and I had managed food and a shower before sleeping the entire day away. I hadn't even gotten dressed yet, since somehow sleeping all day never made me feel quite rested enough.

"Where's Harrison?" Kelvin asked as he peered around the living room. "He's normally hanging all over you."

I hiked my thumb toward the hallway. "Sleeping. We had a sort of long night."

One corner of Kelvin's lips curled up into a suggestive smirk. "Oh really?"

"Not like that."

"Pity. That would have been more amusing. So if that wasn't the case, why did you not get enough sleep? I can see by those dark circles you should probably be napping as well."

"Well, we got a bit closer to the guy stalking me."

"That's good. Do you need help?"

Yes. Despite me wanting to say yes, I didn't know what he could really do. Worse, I had no idea what Ryder might do to a vampire if he set his sights on him. The memory of Trey, who still had failed to wake, kept me from asking Kelvin. "No," I said. "We're getting closer—don't worry."

"So all you need is my bite?"

"Do you have to come right out and say that?"

He shrugged, somehow acting as if he were at home, as though he belonged here even when I knew damn well he didn't. "I like the idea that we're bound. It's also nice to know that you have to deal with me. You can't just ignore and avoid me anymore. It might not be what you wanted, but now that we can't change it, I might as well enjoy it." He sat on the couch, then put his feet up on the table the same way I often did. "Now, I told you last time, I won't fuck you until you ask me when you're still in your right mind. That means right now is the time you get to tell me if you want that or not."

"Talk about being pushy."

"It's not pushy. Pushy would be to bite you, then listen to your venom-addled mind when you beg me. I'm being a gentleman, though, and letting you make the choice before I bite you. So the deal is, you have to tell me you want me to fuck you, out loud, before we start. Until you do that, I won't do it."

"Well, you better get used to disappointment, because I am never going to say that. I don't have a choice about accepting your bite—because of you—but that doesn't mean I'm ever going to trust you any further."

"I guess we'll see about that," Kelvin said with a shrug, as though my rejection didn't bother him at all. "Until then, I'll do everything short of putting my dick in you."

I rolled my eyes at the way he acted like that was something chivalrous.

"Let's get on with this," I muttered before sitting down beside Kelvin and moving my hair off the side of my neck.

"You don't want to wait for Harrison?"

"I'm not afraid of you. Besides, he's sleeping—because I hit him with a branch—so I should let him rest. Let's just get this over with." Despite my big, confident words, the moment Kelvin set his hand on my arm, I flinched.

It was a reaction I couldn't help, proof of how tightly strung my nerves were. Maybe I should have waited for Harrison, because him being there might at the very least break some of the tension between Kelvin and me, the issues between us we'd failed to work through.

"Relax," he said, his voice low and compelling. Fuck, had it always been that tempting?

No, I was pretty sure this was new. Was it because of our bond? Did that make me want to please him more? Did it make me trust his words in a way I hadn't before? I had to believe it was something like that because the other option was that I had fallen for him, and I refused to accept that.

I tried to do as he said, partly so he wouldn't speak so close to my ear again. I forced myself to relax, to slow my breathing, to tell myself that being this close to him meant nothing. That would have been much better than the truth, which was that even without his bite, my body had already started to heat and react.

He pressed his warm lips to my throat, and even that light touch had a moan escaping me. How could such an innocent touch feel that good? It really wasn't fucking fair. His words ran circles in my head, the mocking way he'd known that I'd beg for him, and the fact I knew better than to deny it anymore. It was good that he wouldn't change his mind, that he'd wait, because I knew damn well I'd plead for his cock pretty soon.

At least hold off until he bites you—then you can pretend it was all due to that.

"Just get on with it," I said.

"I always knew you had no patience." Kelvin paired the jab with a chuckle, but he neither moved away nor gave me what I wanted. Instead, he brushed his lips over my bare flesh again, eliciting the same reaction from me. "I prefer taking my time. If something's worth doing, it's worth savoring. Besides, this is the only time I get with you—I have to make the most of it."

I drew my elbow back, into his stomach. Unfortunately, given he was a vampire and not human, he hardly seemed to notice the hit. Stupid abs…

He laughed then, dragging the tips of his fangs against my neck. It stung, making me suspect he'd left two long, red lines in their wake. As if the scars I wore weren't bad enough, weren't proof enough of our connection—and his power over me.

The idea annoyed me, but I didn't have long to think about it. Instead, Kelvin pulled back for a heartbeat, followed by that familiar pain yet again when he sank his fangs into my neck, somehow finding the same place as before.

And just like before, lava seemed to pour through me from that place, lighting up every part of my body. I reached out blindly, needing to hold something, feeling adrift and lost in the feelings that swarmed me. My left hand found the couch, but my right landed on Kelvin's knee. I gripped tightly, not caring if I drew blood, if I dug my nails into his skin. That felt like a fair thing for him to bear, given he'd caused this all.

He didn't pull back, no matter how hard I dug into his leg. Instead, he let out a low growl that I felt through where he'd bitten me, then clamped down tighter as though I were prey and he wanted to ensure I couldn't escape.

Not that I had any plans of escaping. In fact, he should probably be more worried about me jumping him at this point. My entire body felt supercharged, so even the sensation of air against my skin had me gasping and shuddering. My nipples had hardened, and them brushing against my nightgown had me almost ready to explode. Just a little more…

He wouldn't, though. He didn't touch me, didn't do anything to help cure the fire searing through me. Worthless bastard. Then again, I'd never been the sort of girl who had to wait for a man to take care of me and my needs. I was a strong, independent woman who could get myself off.

With that little burst of confidence, I moved the hand that was on the couch, slipping it beneath the hemline of my dress. Given it was nighttime, I hadn't put on any underwear, but the sensation of just how hot and wet my cunt was surprised even me. The first brush of my fingers against my slit forced an embarrassingly needy moan from me.

Kelvin released his bite, then dragged the flat of his tongue over my neck. "You really are a do for herself sort of woman, aren't you?"

"Well, you aren't helping."

"Is that what you wanted?"

I refused to admit that I needed him, so instead, I gritted my teeth together and kept the words inside. I stroked two of my fingers along my cunt, dragging them forward until I slid them across my waiting clit. The feeling overwhelmed me, so much more powerful than it should have been. That's what Kelvin's bite did, though. It cranked up the power on everything, electrifying all my nerves so everything felt like so much more.

"Did we wake you?" Kelvin's question confused me for a moment, but all too quickly I realized he wasn't talking to me when Harrison responded.

"Do you really think I could sleep when I felt all this?" Harrison stood there, in his sweats and a T-shirt, his hair messier than usual to show he'd come straight from bed.

I probably should have felt bad for waking him—especially since the side of his head appeared worse than before, the bruise having darkened. I blamed my lack of guilt on Kelvin and his fucking venom, however. Who could blame me for reacting this way?

"Consider it one fucking nice wake up call, then," Kelvin said before reaching around me and setting his hands on the insides of my thighs. He pulled, spreading my legs, and despite the sudden exposure, I couldn't stop myself from stroking my clit as I had been doing already.

The weight of Harrison's gaze was unbearably sexy. Those icy gray eyes of his locked onto my cunt, as though nothing existed outside of that. The thin sweats he wore failed to hide his physical reaction, either, and fuck if the sight of his hardening cock didn't make my mouth water. I reached out with my free hand and wrapped my fingers in the waist of his sweats, using the grasp to pull him closer. He took each step as though dazed, not even reacting when I tugged the fabric down to expose him.

I hadn't had the chance to play with him much the last time, and I didn't intend to repeat that mistake. I leaned in and dragged my tongue up the length of his cock, savoring the way it twitched in response. Fuck did that make me feel oddly powerful.

Kelvin latched his lips onto the bite and sucked, the action causing me to cry out, trying to pull in enough oxygen. Meanwhile, he released my thighs and moved his hands up my body. He grasped my chin with one of them, then reached out and wrapped his hand around Harrison's cock with the other. He stroked his length with a slow, teasing touch. Kelvin pressed one finger to my lips, his meaning clear enough that I obeyed without a second thought, opening my mouth.

Kelvin held tight—to me and to Harrison—to force Harrison one step closer, guiding Harrison's cock past my parted lips. I accepted it, using my tongue against the bottom of his dick, savoring the salty taste of him. He groaned, the sound low and pleased, his gaze locked on my face.

Kelvin didn't release either of us. He kept his fist around the base of Harrison's cock and his other hand still grasped my jaw, his thumb stroking over my bottom lip even as it was stretched wide. Why was this so hot? Somehow, having sex with Kelvin or Harrison was one thing, but the way Kelvin touched me, almost seeming to use both Harrison and I like toys he could pose at will, was such a turn on that it made his venom seem impotent.

Kelvin took his lips from the bite, and I didn't have time to prepare myself for that low rumble of his voice. "Is this better, little bird? Does his cock make you feel better? Does it quell that need inside you?"

I nodded, despite the action being little more than a tiny incline of my head between Kelvin's grip and Harrison's cock. Somehow, that made it hotter, though. The way Kelvin held me still, the way Harrison thrust shallowly, the bump of Kelvin's fist against my lips, it all added to the lust inside me. I stroked my clit again, harder, and that was all it took to send me right over the edge.

I kept my mouth open, careful not to get Harrison with my teeth as I came hard, as the tension rolled through my body in heady waves. Despite that, neither Harrison nor Kelvin let up. The stroking of Harrison's cock against the inside of my cheek and tongue, the way Kelvin's breath warmed my throat, it all mixed together to prolong my orgasm.

"Good girl," Kelvin whispered, then teased my earlobe with his sharp fangs, leaving a sting behind. Even still, after the orgasm started to fade, I knew it wasn't enough.

Not even close.

The fire inside me burned brighter and hotter than ever, as though my release had only spread it, had only tossed more fuel on it. That made me pull against Kelvin's grasp to take Harrison deeper, wanting to drown in him, in his scent, in his taste.

Kelvin laughed, though the sound was far darker than usual. He let me go, the action not separating Harrison and me. Instead, it let me lean forward, giving me back control as far as speed and depth. And fuck if this wasn't the only place in my life where I wanted to be an overachiever. Kelvin moved from beside me, but he wasn't opting out. That became clear when he set a hand on Harrison's arm and pressed him forward.

Harrison moved as though he'd already been thinking this, but the touch of Kelvin's hand was all the prompting he needed. He withdrew from my mouth, then moved over me, forcing me to lie back as he crowded me. It ended with me stretched out on the couch and him over me, in the space between my thighs. He didn't wait, leaning in and taking my lips in a kiss that already felt familiar. I slid my arms around his shoulders, clinging to him as I lifted my hips in a blatant plea.

"I can't hold back anymore," Harrison said.

"Who's asking you to?" I nipped his full bottom lip, the action meant to get him moving. I wanted him as crazy as I felt. He might not be drugged on Kelvin's venom, but that didn't matter. I still wanted him lost to the same feeling that raged through me.

He braced his weight on one arm, then used his other hand to reach between us. If I had any doubts about his experience, they were wiped away when he so easily fit his cock against my cunt then plunged into me. The sudden fullness had me setting my foot on the couch and pushing—not to get away, but rather due to the overwhelming sensation. He didn't pause, instead setting a brutal pace right from jump. It went to show that he really wasn't thinking fully.

I had one moment of wondering if this was good for him, if my brother would have yelled at me if he'd known that this was what his patient was up to so soon after leaving? He'd said to rest, and while we were horizontal, I had a feeling this wasn't what Joshua had meant.

But fuck if I felt bad about it in the least. Instead, I gave myself over to it.

"You two are better than the best porn," Kelvin said, his fingers appearing on top of Harrison's shoulder, his skin standing out since it was darker. I peered around Harrison to find Kelvin staring at his back just as he drew his hand down, over Harrison's spine, the touch slow and undoubtably sensual.

And Harrison shuddered at it, thrusting harder into me. That showed he wasn't all that unopposed.

"Your skin is so pale," Kelvin went on. "It's so perfect and soft. Don't get me wrong, I find myself rather jealous that you're a stand-in for me, but I don't think I mind this all that much, either." Kelvin gripped Harrison's waist. Meanwhile, he leaned in and ground his still clothed crotch against Harrison's ass.

Harrison parted his lips on a groan, his eyes closed.

"What do you say? I've covered your thighs in cum once already—why not again?"

"Don't…" Harrison said, but paused after that one word, as though unsure how to finish the though.

Kelvin leaned forward, his thicker build dwarfing Harrison, especially because of the way he was dressed and Harrison nude. He pressed a kiss to Harrison's shoulder, then dragged his fangs over Harrison's pale skin. "I won't fuck you. I'm a pretty despicable person, but I don't pressure people into things they don't want. I promise not to enter you."

If I had been in my right mind, I'd have laughed. Who the fuck would be stupid enough to trust any promise Kelvin made? However, in this, I found myself believing him.

Even when he'd made me his thrall, he'd resisted doing anything else out of his own guilt, because I couldn't consent. It seemed a sticking point for him, an odd little moral hiccup in his otherwise amoral life.

"Okay," Harrison said, hesitation in his voice.

Fuck did I recognize that hesitation, though. It wasn't one born of not knowing if he wanted to do something, but rather an internal battle between what he wanted and what he thought he should want. It was like the times I'd seen someone hot who I wanted to sleep with, but didn't want anyone calling me a whore because of it.

"Good answer," Kelvin said, moving his hands farther back. He cupped Harrison's ass, then spread his checks. "It's a damn pity, because this sight tells me you would feel amazingly good." He shifted his hands, seeming to run his thumbs down, over his ass. "However, you set that boundary, and I'll respect it. Tighten your thighs for me."

Harrison shifted, bringing his knees tighter together. He didn't pull out of me as far, instead thrusting hard and grinding deep into my cunt. The action allowed his body to tease my clit at the same time, since he was pressed snuggly against me.

Kelvin moved—I had to guess he was undoing his pants, though I couldn't see past Harrison's body—then moved closer behind Harrison. Kelvin pressed a knee onto the couch, beside my thigh, and braced his other foot on the floor. He let out a low, feral sound that screamed pleasure, and Harrison's shiver suggested he'd just fit his cock between Harrison's thighs.

And suddenly I hated my spot. I wanted to be farther away, to watch this, to see Harrison come undone as Kelvin thrusted against him. However, the sensation of Harrison's cock buried deep inside me was a pretty good consolation prize, all things considered.

I wrapped one arm up and around Harrison's shoulder, holding him tight. I rolled my hips up, wanting as much of him as I could get. Nothing would ever be enough, though.

Or maybe that's some weird, kinky death wish of mine…

Considering all I'd been through, though, and all the ways I'd nearly gotten myself killed, I had to admit death by sex was probably one of the better options.

Kelvin grasped Harrison by the hips, his fingers digging into Harrison's soft skin, then thrust forward. The action forced Harrison to plunge into me, his body caught between mine and Kelvin's. When he moved forward he sank deeper into me and away caused Kelvin to rub against his thighs.

It also made me wonder just how it would feel if he ever said yes to Kelvin for real. The idea of Harrison being fucked at the same time he took me was far hotter than anything had the right to be. It made me wrap my leg around Harrison, holding tight to him, letting him and Kelvin set the pace.

"Fuck," Kelvin muttered, his voice so low it was difficult to even figure out what he said. The passion in it, however, clued me in enough to make some guesses. "You both make me crazy, you know that? No one else tastes like this, no one else makes me so damn hungry. I haven't been able to so much as look at anyone else, not since the last time. You are both like the worst drug, one I didn't realize I was getting addicted to. I feel like you ought to take some responsibility for that."

"Harrison is too nice to say it, so I will. Pretty sure ‘fuck off', is the right response," I said, the words cut off with a whimper when Kelvin thrust especially hard, the action grinding Harrison's pelvis against my needy clit.

"This feels like ‘fucking off', doesn't it? Or am I not quite living up to your expectation?" Kelvin's words felt like a joke, as though he were getting off as much on the banter as he was on the soft tightness of Harrison's thighs. "I could always try harder, if you needed me to."

Fuck did that sound like a threat more than some nice offer.

Part of me wanted to mock him more, to push him into it, but I snapped my mouth shut instead. He'd always proven the sort of man who would keep going just to win, someone with few if any real limits beyond consent. Given how I already felt, I really didn't need him bringing his A game anywhere.

Kelvin laughed, but the sound came out more strained than before. It went to show that he was far from unaffected by our little tryst. That also struck me as a petty win.

Harrison slid his hand behind my neck and pulled me toward his lips, the kiss aggressive and passionate. The moment his tongue entwined with mine, he fucked deep into me then paused, his breath heavy as he came. The twitch of his cock inside me broke my own resolve, leading me down the same path, allowing a second orgasm to rush through me.

Harrison sagged against me after pulling out, his chest rising and falling in heavy panting, his face in the crook of my neck. It allowed me to look over his shoulder, to meet Kelvin's gaze.

And damn did Kelvin look good like that… He was still dressed, with only his pants undone, lowered just enough to access his cock. His eyes, normally a startling blue, seemed to glow in the dim room. He appeared every bit the monster I'd thought he was before. Even still, I didn't reject him, didn't try to pull away. I accepted every bit of him, at least in this moment—the need for control, the desire for more, the doubts he held—I saw them all and didn't push him away.

His lip curled up at the corner before he leaned forward and placed one hand to the center of Harrison's back, pressing him forward and arching his back. He grasped Harrison's hip with his other hand, lifting his hips and pinning him in place. The action had pulled him back slightly, so Harrison's face was in my lap, and he rested his cheek against me. Kelvin replaced his cock between Harrison's thighs, his gaze locked on me the entire time. The position allowed me a much better view than the last time, and I realized just how much I'd missed before.

Because of how he had Harrison, Kelvin could fit his cock higher, so when he thrust in, he rubbed against Harrison's dick. The sound Harrison released said the sensation was at the very least overwhelming. Even when he shifted, Kelvin held him still, fucking his thighs with passion that bordered on violence. He took him hard, as though he really were inside someone, like he lost himself to the pleasure and need. Part of me worried that Harrison would wear marks from it, but when he didn't appear bothered, I saw no reason for me to worry much about it.

If Harrison hated it, if he wanted it to stop, I had no doubts he could stop Kelvin. And somehow, that was even hotter, the fact that Harrison accepted the treatment—no, not just accepted but got off on it.

Kelvin leaned forward slightly, driving hard against Harrison, his thrusts losing their rhythm. He appeared unhinged, as though he'd lost himself entirely to the moment. The ability to see him like this excited me, made me wish I'd consented to whatever he'd wanted from the start.

He thrust forward once more, stilling with a deep groan, his eyes fluttering closed. He had some blood on his cheek, a reminder that he'd feasted on my blood. It felt like some strange cycle between the three of us, all of us giving and taking from the others.

Kelvin leaned forward, over Harrison, until he could get my lips in a kiss that made my heart race yet again.

This was one fucked-up situation, but I couldn't deny how it made me feel. Nothing else was normal in my life—why would I ever think my love life could be?

So instead of fighting it, instead of arguing with myself about it, I returned the kiss.

Fucked up as it might be, maybe weird wasn't so terrible.