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Sal

Kier lived in a gated community with other Fathers. Pulling up to his house, I had to blink again. The house was massive and very modern-looking, not something I thought he'd go for. He pulled his large SUV into the garage, and I watched the garage door close behind us.

I annoyed him. The whole ride, I told him how he could get hurt—though I didn't solely care about his wellbeing, just the guilt I'd feel—and how I would be alright in a hotel by myself.

But neither of the two men wanted to hear it.

Abel and Kier grabbed the bags, leaving none to me. Kier unlocked the house door before moving inside. The door from the garage opened up to a small washroom and then a huge kitchen. My eyes went wide as I looked around.

For a man, he was clean like Briar.

He moved out into the massive living room and up the stairs. My eyes landed on the beautiful, perfect white couch before the massive fireplace and TV hanging above it. I didn't even know they made TVs that big.

"I have a room for everyone, though I suspect it won't stay that way," Kier explained, glancing back at us.

"Oh, you need to cuddle Abel, don't you?" I teased.

"Very much so. We can take turns whenever his cock isn't inside of you."

I tsked. "Hard, but we will make it work."

Abel rolled his eyes at us.

Kier showed Abel his room before showing me my room. Kier was rich enough to house the whole group of men and supply each room with a large bed and dressers. I never could possibly dream of anything different. I never had money. Ashbourne was for the poor, and I grew up the same way in a foster home.

I moved inside the bedroom as the men set the bags down.

"You can unpack. You will be here for a while," Abel teased.

I shook my head. "I might end up murdering Kier, so I doubt that."

Kier let out a rumble of laughter. "You wish, Spectre."

I peeked into the bathroom, a moan leaving my mouth. "Bigger than fucking Beck's!"

Abel peeked inside as if he's never seen it before.

"Of course, it is," Kier muttered dangerously close to my ear. His warmth wrapped around my back as I felt his slight bulge against my back. He wasn't hard, just showing off how massive his dick was.

"I'm talking about the bath."

"Mhm."

I rolled my eyes but didn't step away. I enjoyed his heat, though not fully enjoying the man it belonged to. He was cocky and a handful, though I liked that.

"Up to your standard?" he asked.

"Barely, but it will do."

He let out a breath of laughter. "We will talk after your shower, Spectre."

"Psalm," I corrected.

"Mhm. Ashbourne, right." His hand caressed my side and lower back before he left. I glanced at him and his wide build before he closed the door behind him, trapping me and Abel.

"Look at you two getting along so well," Abel teased.

Rolling my eyes, I kicked off my boots. I refrained from asking him to join me, part of me not wanting him to see me naked with this arm. I couldn't change it back to a flesh color with it being broken.

"Here let me help you," Abel said.

Snorting, I unbuttoned my pants and slid all those clothes waist down off, besides my panties. "I can do this myself, Abel. I'm used to not using both hands."

"Okay," he said as I stepped into the massive tub. I started the hot water before turning back to him. He hasn't moved, eyes locked onto my ass. "Oh! Sorry."

But I laughed. "Thank god, you don't look at me like…"

"Like what?" he asked, kicking off his shoes and pulling his shirt off.

Now, I was staring. My eyes wandered his toned body, taking in the abs he had and the deep v leading to his pants.

"Like what, Psalm?" he asked again, hands moving to his pants. His cock was half hard, and I knew how big he could get for me.

"Just… ugly."

With a suck of his teeth, he moved to me, reaching up and caressing my cheeks. "You will never be ugly to me."

A breath escaped me as I reached up with my left hand and pulled him into a kiss. Our lips touched, and the moment I tasted him, heat blazed within me. He closed the space between us when I moaned into his mouth. I ached for this confirmation that things weren't different.

"Let's get cleaned off first," he muttered against my lips.

I huffed, though we should. Vampire blood covered most of my body, and I probably didn't smell good.

Abel opened the drawers next to the sink which was fully stocked with fancy soaps and shampoos. I slowly removed the rest of my clothes, and the dead arm just dropped at my side.

"Can you take it off?" he questioned.

"Then I'll be armless in front of…" you. I didn't realize how insecure I was about my arm until I faced one of the men I liked. I knew I was stunning, toned with muscles I worked for and tattoos that covered most of my body. I was beautiful, sexy, and hot, but the idea of being this naked was overwhelming.

"If you are worried about me, don't be. This is the rest of you, yes?"

My head nodded.

"You are Spectre, and you care about what I think?"

I chuckled, rolling my eyes.

"Seems like someone likes me more than they want to admit."

"Get out of here," I laughed.

"So, take it off," he challenged. "I can see that it hurts, especially when it hangs. I'm still going to fuck you just as hard, Psalm. Whether you have an arm or not."

I swallowed, lifting my head. It did hurt, the flesh around its red. It was old and cheap, and I was hoping with this money, we could get a better one or replace a lot of the pieces. I reached the back and began undoing some of the mechanics. "Hold… this."

Abel listened, holding my arm while I detracted the wires until it could be fully pulled off.

I literally moaned, feeling like there was a dead weight on my body.

"Better?" He chuckled, setting down the arm carefully.

"Very. Oh my god," I muttered, running my cold hand over the hot red flesh. I watched him strip in front of me. I tried so hard not to hide myself as he stepped in with me.

Slowly, we let the hot water run over us as he lifted my chin and captured my lips again. Our lips moved together, and his hands explored my body, helping the blood to get off of my body.

We cleaned each other off for a few minutes until he told me to turn around. I listened, letting him wash my back before his soapy hands moved around me and ran down my sternum.

"Can I stop holding back now?" He groaned in my ear. The water washed all the soap from between us. His hand dropped lower and lower, cupping my pussy.

"No one said to hold back," I muttered, heat rushing through my lower stomach.

"Thank god," he whispered, kissing my neck as my thighs spread for him. His fingers found their way to my clit, running against it and making my eyes close.

I needed this. I needed him. Death had always been around me my whole life and this… this wouldn't change what I strived to change.

His finger made those soft strokes I liked, making me moan.

"I'm so glad I have you. I was worried when you stood up to them," Abel confessed. "Then I remembered who you were before I knew you were Spectre."

I reached up and grabbed a fist of his hair. "Abel, please. Just give me your dick."

"Awe, don't like me speaking to you?" he whispered, hard, standing cock pushing against my ass. "The things I want to do to you."

"So, do them. Stop teasing me," I moaned. His fingers were truly a gift from the gods. They were swirling my clit so perfectly. It was almost like he knew what I liked and wanted, though we barely knew each other for long. I dropped my head back against his shoulder.

"Me? Teasing?" he whispered into my ear, lowering his voice. "I would never do that to you, Psalm. Be a good girl and come on my fingers."

The whole good girl thing was never my thing. I wasn't a good girl. I was a highly trained, skilled killer who had taken down almost a few hundred vampires since eighteen.

But heat rushed to my lower stomach, making me cry and moan. All I wanted was this release he could give, but I thought it would take a moment. My mind… felt jumbled a bit too much.

His other hand wrapped around my waist, spreading my legs before he stuck a finger inside of me. My eyes closed as I focused on how his fingers moved together or the way he was breathing heavily into my ear like he was enjoying this. Or how hard he was against my back, grinding small circles into me. He moaned, and it set me off.

I cried out, reaching up to grip his hair. My head tilted to the ceiling as I came undone around his fingers, thighs tightly closing around them.

"Good girl."

I scoffed, recovering. "I am anything, but a good girl, Abel."

He chuckled, turning me around to face him. "I know, baby." He reached down, pulling me up against his body. My thighs wrapped around him as he held me up with one hand. He didn't look strong, that was for sure. His body was built and lean, but it didn't have the muscles that Kier had.

Yet both men could probably throw me around like I was nothing.

He angled himself into my entrance but never entered me. His dark eyes were boring into me, waiting for me to break.

I licked my lips before leaning in and kissing up and down his neck. He sighed as I made it to his ear. "Don't you want me, Abel? Want to feel my pussy?"

He groaned, hands shaking with anticipation.

"Go ahead. Feel how wet you made me, Abel."

And he did, slipping inside of me. When our hips met, we both let out a moan. His long, thick cock filled me completely. He didn't even move his hips as he dived into another kiss with me. My hips rocked as my tongue fought his in his mouth. Heat rushed to my core, aching to receive more pleasure.

Finally, Abel gave in, lifting me to let me fall right against him. I moaned into his mouth, letting him pound me this way.

Pleasure soared, and I dropped my head back, moaning. I was lost in pleasure, and it clouded everything.

"You are so fucking beautiful," Abel muttered, fucking himself into me.

"Oh fuck, Abel!" I cried, burying my face into his neck. My lower stomach was tightening around him, hips rolling with pleasure.

He groaned, gripping my back with his free hand, and I used his strength to fuck myself up and down him.

"God, I am so close," I whispered, holding onto him.

"Come for me, Psalm," he moaned in my ear. His moans were like music to my ears, egging me closer and closer to my orgasm. My fingers dug into his skin, drawing a hiss from his mouth. "Fuck."

"Can't take the pain?" I asked, lessoning my grip on him.

"Not that. It's going to make me cum," he muttered into my neck, kissing my soft skin.

My head dropped back, and my eyes closed. White flashed behind my eyes as the orgasm rise in my hips. My moans hitched, breathing inhaling. My hips rolled, clit rubbing against the deep v muscle he had. It sent me over the edge. I cried his name as my hips tightened with my release.

His moans matched mine and when I glanced down, I saw his eyes were closed, lips parted for each moan. I held onto him for dear life, digging my nails into his skin.

Together, we came. My orgasm making my body stiffen until I finally breath out in a sigh of relief.