“Darling, Shan’s going to give you a spanking if you keep teasing him.”
Turning my head, I nibbled on the shell of his ear as I stroked him. “Luckily I like it. Bite me.”
“Demanding.”
“Bite. Me.”
His hand wrapped around my throat, cupping my jaw and tilting my head where he wanted it. I was caught between him and the wall, and having him pin me made my pussy gush with slick. If I wasn’t mistaken, there was a soft moan that didn’t come from either of us. I didn’t quite have a chance to determine for certain, because his teeth sank into my throat.
Ecstasy washed over me and I stroked his cock faster, more erratically. His first draw of my blood had me on the edge of orgasm and the second pushed me over. My grip on him faltered but it didn’t matter because he was coming with me already, his hips frantically bucking up into my hand. I drenched my panties with my release but it didn’t end there, because he was still drinking.
As long as his mouth stayed on my skin, mini shockwaves of pleasure continued to roll over me, feeling like tiny orgasms.
Only when he stopped drinking from me did my body calm.
I hadn’t realized, but I’d gone up on my toes, pushing into his touch. I relaxed back to flat feet and released his softening cock with a sigh. We stayed pressed together, panting breaths against each other’s skin, until there was an abrupt clatter from beside us. Snapping my head to look at it, I found Caspian staring at us like a deer in the headlights.
“Fuck,” he squeaked. “Sorry.”
A plastic cup laid on the hardwood, water spilled in a puddle around it.
“He was thirsty,” Nolan murmured, amused.
“He’s always thirsty,” I agreed.
His hand dropped from my neck and he did up his pants again. Caspian swallowed visibly as he crouched to the ground with a towel to wipe up the spill. It was hard to believe I was still fully clothed, because that orgasm hadn’t felt like it usually did when I went untouched.
“Should we talk about what happened at Kylan’s place now, or do we all need sex and a good night’s sleep first?” I asked, turning to face the room.
Oswald’s pupils were dilated as he stared at us and Caspian was flustered. Shan looked like he wanted to spank me. Emmett was adjusting his pants, but didn’t look especially desperate for sex. I washed my hands in the kitchen, then stepped into the middle of the living room and draped my weapon belt over the back of the couch, undoing my tight pants. Shimmying them down my legs, I left them pooled on the floor and sat on the couch in my wet panties.
Nolan hesitantly sat beside me, and I crawled into his lap. There were speckles of cum on his clothes, but he’d wiped himself down as best he could.
His hand came to rest on my thigh and Ozzy settled beside us, pulling my feet into his lap but making sure my legs were together.
Awe, I was making them horny.
After today, I imagined I would be fucked into oblivion tonight. I was glad no one objected to talking first, because I didn’t plan on getting up for a long time.
“Did you find anything, Nolan?” I asked, reaching up to brush a strand of frizzy orange hair behind his ear.
He’d lost his toque at some point during the ordeal, but it left his hair oddly flat and staticky where it had been.
“Not really. I wish I had better news.”
He reached down to grab something from his pocket, pausing when he realized I was sitting right there. I grinned and leaned over, showing off my nearly-bare ass and letting him grab what he needed. His hand came back with a couple pieces of paper.
“Kylan wrote on the sheets above these. One has a number on it, and the other I didn’t get a chance to look at before we were found. There’s something. Does anyone have a pencil?”
Everyone except Nolan and I went searching for one, because fuck if any of us had need of a pencil since we’d been here. Nolan offered to get one from his office, but I rubbed my ass on his cock and he opted to stay put. I was worried he would take it as an opportunity to run if I took my hands off him.
Fifteen minutes and plenty of cursing later, and Emmett found a mechanical pencil at the very back of a seldom-opened kitchen drawer.
We all held our breath as he scribbled across the paper, revealing the indent of what had been written on the sheet on top.
Could I have used magic to do that? Probably. How was I supposed to think of that shit while I was basking in the afterglow?
“Atlantic Triumph,” Nolan said, his eyes lighting up. “Oh, fuck. That’s a hotel on the East Coast. Kylan goes to the East for one reason, and one reason only because he hates the fucking place. The Rare Jewel Gala. It’s put on by the Omega Sanctuary.”
