Backstage at the Freak Show (Harem of Freaks #7) - Crystal Ash Page 0,24

and take everything I had.

She licked her lips and smiled as she released me, spent and conquered. As she moved to Hunter to finish him, she kept one hand on my thigh and I locked my fingers with hers.

Hunter released a deep sigh as her mouth covered him, taking him down her throat with no sign of fatigue, her hand massaging his balls to tease him even more.

“How did I get so lucky?” our wolf mused dreamily as he watched her please him.

“I think everyone here has wondered that at one point or another.” I brought Mel’s hand to my lips and kissed the back of her palm, my pulse still racing.

“I’m the lucky one,” she declared, winking at me before descending on Hunter’s cock again.

“That’s what you think, beautiful,” Hunter stroked her face. “But you have no idea.”

“We have our whole lives to prove it to her, though,” I leaned my head on his shoulder, watching her with him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, grabbing a fistful of Mel’s raven black hair, thrusting deep into her mouth. “I’m so close. Right there. Oh, God…”

Curious if it would have the same effect on him, I turned his head to face me and gave him a hard, biting kiss. The way he spasmed, stiffened, and moaned told me all I needed to know. I skimmed a hand over his chest to feel his heart beating wildly like a drum.

Just as Mel finished swallowing his load and licked him clean, we heard the speakers crackle over our heads with an announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts as we make our descent into Bucharest, Romania.”

10

MELODY

“Wait, why aren’t we staying in Dracula’s castle?” Connor demanded as we piled into the Mercedes SUV.

“Because it’s a fucking tourist trap,” Raz huffed from the front seat before speaking in a rapid string of Romanian to our driver.

I clamped my thighs together and tightened my grip on my purse strap. It was unbelievably hot listening to him speak his native language. Even when I just had his cock down my throat, I couldn’t get enough of my dragon shifter.

“So? It’s Dracula’s fucking castle!”

“You do realize it wasn’t really his castle?” Arjun said. “It just inspired the story, and even that is debated. Bram Stoker supposedly never visited Romania.”

"What?!" Connor rocked dramatically in his seat. "I've been lied to my whole life!"

"No, you've just been thick as a brick the whole time."

"I mean, sure I have, but not in the way you're thinking, RJ."

"For fuck's sake," Arjun groaned, throwing a heavy arm over my shoulders. "Save me from his antics, dove."

"Too late." I kissed his cheek. "You're stuck with him for life."

"Damn." A lazy smile spread across my tiger shifter's face. "I suppose some sacrifices are necessary in the name of love."

His tongue swiped across mine in a slow, sensual kiss. I shivered with anticipation, knowing how much passion and intensity he was capable of. My tiger was holding back, waiting for the opportune moment to sink his teeth and claws into me.

As we drove through quaint villages and picturesque forests, Connor continued being a loudmouthed tourist in the row behind us. Next to him, Hunter was his usual quiet self while occasionally laughing at something Connor said. Raz barely spoke a word of English as he conversed with the driver up front. I bet he was happy to speak his mother tongue again, as he rarely got the opportunity back home.

And in the middle row, Arjun continued to tease me with hot, slow kisses on my lips, face, and occasionally, my neck. I tried to distract myself with the beautiful scenery, but my tiger knew exactly how to pull just enough of my attention back to him.

After a few hours of driving, the villages grew few and far between and the forest became denser and wilder. We pulled up to a grey-bricked home sprawling out through the trees and with one tower reaching at least four stories high.

"Aww, it's a mini castle!" I beamed at it out the window.

"Sort of," Raz grinned back at me from his seat. "This was a royal steward's summer home in the Middle Ages. He was a favorite of the voivode of Transylvania at the time."

"Dracula?" Connor asked excitedly.

"No," Raz barked back. “Vlad Dracul didn't have any favorites. He impaled people for fun."

The guys and our driver helped carry our luggage into the foyer. The ceilings were high and slanted with thick wooden beams. Intricate rugs covered the rustic hardwood floors