“No maid service, but you have two hands and ten fingers, right? You can pick up your own shirt.” The smile Sorrow throws me says that maybe he finds my disheveled weirdness sort of charming.
“Give me the damn nightgown,” I say, storming over and yanking it from the wardrobe while Wolfe takes off his duster and gets comfortable on the sofa I almost forced Vyce to sleep on.
“Where are you going?” Sorrow asks as I head for the door in the corner.
“The bathroom? I’m at least allowed to go in there alone, right?” I ask, slipping into the room with my pajamas. Getting undressed in front of Vyce was one thing. But with all three men in the room, it’s a tad intimidating.
I change and purposely leave the expensive dress on the floor to see Sorrow’s reaction. Of course, he hones right in on it, picks it up and hangs it while swiping wrinkles from the fabric with his palm.
“Might as well deal with this shit now,” I say, moving into the room full of straw and taking care of it while the guys talk quietly amongst themselves. When I come back out, I sit on the edge of the bed and take a deep breath. “It’s been a while since I had a foursome. Remind me how this shit works again?”
“Foursome?” Wolfe asks, looking slightly terrified. “Whoever said anything about that?”
“That’s what we’re all doing up here, isn’t it?” I ask. Both Sorrow and Vyce glance at each other and grin, shedding jackets, boots…shirts and pants. Oh. And there goes the underwear. “What am I going to have to do to get you to participate?” I continue as I pause in front of the stoic motherfucker with his beautiful gray eyes. When he doesn’t answer—I get a scowl instead—I step forward and run my fingers through his short, dark hair.
He finally turns his gaze up to mine as I hook at thumb under one strap and tug it over my shoulder. I do the same on the other side, and the beautiful red nightie is gone as fast as I slipped into it.
Wolfe sits there, completely frozen for a moment, before he surges to his feet, scoops me up, and carries me over to the bed. It happens so quick that all I have time for is a gasp before he’s tossing me onto the mattress.
“Enjoy your night,” he says, and then he turns to leave!
I sit on my knees and grab his arm before he can get very far, something hot and dangerous sparking between us. Wolfe turns slowly to glance over his shoulder at me, and then pauses, spinning so that we’re facing one another. Without a word he reaches down and takes my face between his hands, kissing my mouth hard and fierce.
That’s all it takes.
I start undoing the buttons on Wolfe’s shirt until his chest is bare, rubbing my palms up his chest and over the hard points of his nipples. Behind me, I can feel both Sorrow and Vyce. They each put their mouths to my necks, hands sliding around to cup my breasts. It’s obvious that my first time with them was not their first time with a woman together. Oddly enough, that thought brings a small spark of jealousy that I do my best to ignore.
No way am I getting jealous over three dudes I’ve just met. Although standing here with them makes me wonder what it might be like to have a boyfriend or two or three… Vamps don’t have strict gender or dating/marriage roles. Basically, everyone does as they damn well please. Part of being a vampire, I guess. So can I date three dudes? Sure, why not?
Am I going to?
Never.
I’ll probably be alone until the day I die—even if I do marry the king. I don’t see us doing much together except fucking once in a while. I mean, if that. I can’t imagine myself being in a relationship with anyone, not yet. I’m not there. Not sure if I’ll ever be there.
My fingers drop to Wolfe’s pants and undo the buttons, my hand slipping inside so I can palm the thick length of his cock. He’s got a wide shaft, which I like, the skin nice and smooth. And his balls are hair-free, too. Also a plus. Somebody grooms down there. I massage his dick while the other two men take over my breasts, kissing and licking the nipples, biting down on the sensitive flesh and drawing blood.
My hand works Wolfe’s shaft as he stands there and stares down at me, lids drooping as he loses control over that bitchy face of his. He lets me work him until his stomach muscles tense and he looks like he’s about to come. That’s when he reaches down and carefully curls his fingers around my wrist, pulling my hand away.
“Scoot back,” Vyce growls, his mouth so close to my nipple that I can feel his words against the sensitive, puckered flesh. I do as he asks, and Wolfe follows us, shedding his pants before he climbs onto the bed. Sorrow pauses for a moment as I reach over and run my fingers through the…fur of his tattoo? Apparently when he gets excited, the demon on his skin moves and ripples, coming alive. Now it makes sense why he ran like hell that first day.
Sorrow takes over, kissing me on the mouth and drawing my attention to him. He even grabs me as he rolls onto his back and encourages me to straddle his waist. With some careful maneuvering, his shaft finds my opening and slips inside, making me groan.
Wolfe doesn’t waste any time, moving up behind me and kissing along the side of my neck. He pauses at the exact place where he bit me the other day…but he makes me wait for it. I ride Sorrow fast and hard as Vyce grabs some lube from the nightstand drawer—even in a queenly suite, vamps are gonna have lube because, well, they’re slutty as hell—and hands it to Wolfe.
He slicks it along his shaft, getting nice and slick before he puts the tip of his shaft against my ass…and pushes inside. He’s so wide, I can feel myself stretching, but I love it, having two cocks inside of me at once. They push at each other as they move, teasing that thin layer of flesh between my cunt and my ass.
Vyce doesn’t just sit aside though. He moves up close to us and lets me wrap my hand around his dick. We kiss while I work Vyce, Sorrow, and Wolfe all at once. Even though there are candles flickering in the room, it’s relatively dark, so most everything is in shades of gray. I like that because it lets me focus on the pleasure instead of the sight of the boys surrounding me. I do things a little differently because of the contract, working Sorrow to orgasm and then letting Wolfe turn me over onto my back so he can put his shaft in my pussy instead.
He rides me just as hard and fast, finishing before he switches out with Vyce.
Once we’re all done, we lie there on our backs, panting and sweating and staring up at the ceiling.
“So…are you guys busy tomorrow, too?” I ask, and three different masculine chuckles chase me into the best sleep I’ve had in years.
11
The evening of the coronation, I’m beyond nervous. I can tell something bad is going to happen, but I can’t decide what, exactly, that is. Somebody’s going to try to kill me, that’s for sure. But are they going to use something subtle, like an arrow from afar? Am I going to be friggin’ jumped on my way downstairs? Maybe on my way down the aisle to marry the king?
Oddly enough, none of those things happen.
The Stiltz kin watch me with varying levels of frustration as I dress myself in the black gown with the plunging back, plunging neckline, and the spider-web patterned skirt that drapes out across the ground behind me.
“How do you think the king will react when he finds out we can’t fuck until I’m pregnant with another man’s baby?” I ask and Wolfe scoffs. Sorrow just laughs at me, but at least Vyce answers normally.
“Once you’re crowned, we’ll lay down the law for him. You don’t have to worry.”
I chew on my lower lip and wonder once again if Rumpel doesn’t have something else in mind. Like, say, taking down House Verenim. Putting a puppet-dhampir on the throne would certainly help shake royal confidence in their leader. After all, he was stupid enough to make the declaration that brought me here in the first place, a half-breed mistake that shouldn’t be breathing their air let alone ruling them.
Fuck.
At least I know that for now, the boys will have my back.