Maddox both think I’m too impetuous.”
Well, I couldn’t fault that assessment.
He cupped my face, and against my better judgment, I leaned into the contact. “I get that this is a lot. You didn’t ask for any of this.”
No, I really hadn’t.
“But we can make you happy.” Then he nuzzled a kiss to the corner of my mouth before laving his tongue against the cut on my lower lip left by Rogue’s teeth. It was a soothing gesture, healing the bite. Too sweet. I swallowed. “You don’t have to trust us yet, even if you kind of are. You don’t have to believe everything, though I wish you would…”
Fuck. Me. “Then what are you asking me for?” Dammit. Pretty boys were like my kryptonite. Especially when they were sweet and wore their hearts on their sleeves.
“Time,” he whispered, and then he kissed his way down to my chest, not hesitating or pausing near my throat. When he nudged the robe wider and the camisole up, I sighed. The heat of his mouth on one nipple fanned the flames of languid heat. “Can you give us time?”
When he sank his teeth into my breast, I closed my eyes and arched. The first hot pull had my brand new panties soaking, and I cried out when he slid his hand beneath the band.
Time, Fi. Just give us time.
Dammit.
I couldn’t see him, but his mental smile burst through me, and then he thrust two fingers inside as he began to rub the heel of his hand to my clit. The draining, the finger-fucking, and the smile—a devastating combo.
“A little while,” I gasped. I’d give them a little while. Everything else faded as he kept feeding and sent me tumbling toward my first orgasm of the evening.
But it would certainly not be the last.
Not that I was even a little bit hungry.
This was all just for me.
Dammit.
I was so fucked.
Literally and figuratively.
Chapter 13
“More is planted in the garden than flowers and food. Hope. Freedom. Joy. They need to be tended, too.” - Unknown
Some sixty hours after telling Fin I’d give them some time, I found myself chewing on the jerky of regret. I’d woken in the same pile of limbs we’d slept in since my first night. This morning, I’d been sleeping on Rogue, straddling his half-hard cock still half in me. Face pressed against his throat, I could still taste his blood in my mouth. That part hadn’t really bothered me. Nor had the fact that Maddox had a territorial hand on my ass while he draped alongside me or that Fin held one of my hands to his chest.
I’d woken to sleeping on all of them. Despite how large the bed was, apparently I didn’t get my own spot. Maddox seemed my usual mattress, but I probably gravitated to him out of heat. Fin though tended to fold around me when I slept on him, but Rogue and I were not friends no matter how good he felt.
No, the physical dimensions of playing human twister with all their naked limbs and their refreshing lack of any kind of concern where their bare skin encountered each other, these I enjoyed.
No, my problem was that morning, I hadn’t wanted to move. Awake, aware, and intimately settled, I hadn’t wanted the distance I needed to regain each day. I’d kissed the spot over Rogue’s throat where I had been feeding. The skin wasn’t puffy or swollen like their bites were on me. The fact that they hadn’t healed had worried them.
None of them said as much, but I’d caught Fin studying those marks with an intensity that bordered on dangerous. And apparently, Fin draining me to near empty before I fed up on all of them wasn’t the last time it happened. He did it again the following night, and the night before it had been Rogue who’d done it after he’d gone down on me.
The man had an extremely talented gift with his mouth, when he wasn’t being stoic and distant.
The minute I realized I didn’t want to move, I levered myself out of the bed and off of Rogue. His cock had already been stirring, as had a fresh pool of desire, and what the fuck was up with that I had no idea.
My panties and camisole hadn’t survived that first night. I was back down to bare-assed naked and the robe I’d claimed. They always had clothes—assholes—and I hadn’t figured out where they hid them. This morning though, I’d purloined the t-shirt Maddox