was all fire. The heat flamed through me, even as ice coated my back. The bruising force of Rogue’s grip was still in my hair and skating along my chest to my breasts, and despite his own orgasm, he was still thick and buried deep.
Some distant part of my mind wondered at the fact he could still stretch me so tight.
“Feed her,” another voice penetrated the floating haze. “I can’t believe he fucking drained her.” Fin.
Right. Astral-Boy was there.
Astral-Boy.
Dragon.
Wild Dick.
Yeah, that last name really applied because I wanted to rock against that dick still impaling me, and at the same time, I wanted to feel him moving again. What did it say about me that I wanted this sexy combo of desire and torture?
“Kitten,” Maddox said in a harsh voice, and cupped my face. The weight of his thumbs worked my mouth wider. “You need to feed.”
“Oh…” I husked out another laugh as fresh lust crashed into me. I was feeding. The words weren’t forming. My tongue was too thick…
“You asshole,” Maddox snarled. Not really the way to romance a lady, but I didn’t have it in me to care. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“He’s lust drunk, what do you think he was thinking?” Fin snapped. “Just feed her. He’s all knotted up inside her and not moving for a while.”
Oh, that was nice. I was now a glorified cock warmer.
“Drink,” Maddox urged me in a much softer voice. Better.
He cupped my head, straining against the hand already wrapped in my hair, and my breasts impacted his hot chest. Oh. Sandwich. Then blood trickled against my lips, and I swallowed.
Sweet.
Hot.
Spicy.
I latched on to the slender cut and worked it wider. If Rogue had been decadence, Maddox was pure gratification. The tingling in my lips spread down my throat as he both quenched the raw emptiness and set it on fire. I clutched at him, moaning as I drank more, and he swore again. Every gulp had me clenching, and Rogue let out a strangled groan.
“Fuck,” Fin whispered, and really, what could I do but agree?
Maddox kept my face planted to his throat, and I writhed between him and Rogue, glutting myself on the blood and pleasure they offered.
Behind me, Rogue finally loosened and slipped away. The chill at my back when he released me had me shaking. Then Maddox forced my head up and away, and I growled.
Actually growled. I wanted more.
“Shh, Beautiful.” Fin had his arms around me, and then he tucked my face to his throat and the scent of his blood hit me. Forests and sunlight and sumptuous spring days, and I clamped down on the cut waiting for me. An orgasm shattered me even as I fed, and what few splinters of the world I’d held onto slid right through my fingers.
“Why the fuck did you do that?” Maddox demanded from somewhere as Fin dragged the fur around me and tucked me against his hard naked body. I kept feeding, content to be right where I was.
“Because I pushed her,” Rogue admitted. “And she pushed back.”
Damn right I did.
“Shh,” Fin whispered again as his mind tumbled over mine. “We have you.”
Fine, I’d sleep.
But he better not get used to this.
He smoothed a hand over my ass. “What if I want to?”
I’d think about it.
“That’s all we’re asking.” A shudder passed from him to me as I took another hard pull. Liar. They were asking for more, but I wanted more, too. How much would I drink before this aching need would be gone?
“We’ll figure it out,” Fin assured me. When the darkness stretched up to tug me in this time, I didn’t bother to fight it, just lapped at the cut as I withdrew my teeth and drifted at the edge of sleep with my senses full of all three of them.
Something was missing though.
But I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
A hot hand stroked my spine, even as Fin caressed my ass. Interest spiked through the drunken laziness.
“Sleep,” Maddox ordered in a rough voice. Movement in the bed, and then he was pressed against me. Another move, and Rogue’s scent filled my nostrils and he pressed an almost chaste kiss to my bloodstained lips.
“She is dangerous,” he murmured, but I couldn’t hold onto the words.
“But she’s ours,” Maddox argued.
“Yes,” Fin said without reservation.
“This is a terrible idea,” Rogue muttered.
Yeah well, fuck you, too.
Fin chuckled.
I’d have to figure it out later.
Then sleep swallowed me whole.
Chapter 9
“She’s got the eyes of innocence; the face of