Backstage at the Freak Show (Harem of Freaks #7) - Crystal Ash Page 0,45

was hungry for them. My clit tingled with every slam of Arjun’s body into me. They let out a mutual moan together as I tightened around them, my body climbing high to chase release.

“Fuck that’s so good…” Arjun’s whole body seemed to vibrate now, his purr and growl blending into a sexy crackling sound just under his voice.

“She’s so close,” Raz groaned, his mouth like liquid fire on the nape of my neck. “And I am too. Fuck, my dick can’t handle it.”

“Right there with you, mate.”

Arjun’s hand returned to my clit and I knew I was done for. Those last few swipes were the cherries on top of the layers of touch, heat, their sounds, and their hard cocks penetrating me. I exploded into a shaking, shivering mess, my throat going raw from screaming the release of pleasure. And just as the wave crashed, it rose again as my men emptied themselves into me, their muscles stiffening and hard grips making my skin red.

Raz released me, his breaths deep and greedy for air as he realized his fingers left marks curled into the flesh of my waist. “Sorry, steluta.”

“Don’t be.” I turned, bringing one arm to wrap around his neck as I kissed him deeply. My other hand reached forward for Arjun, who caught my fingers and placed a breathless kiss on my palm before placing my hand over his stampeding heart.

When Raz and I separated, I breathed out a small plume of my dragon’s smoke. We wore matching grins as our foreheads rested on each other, my fingers caressing over his scalp.

“Don’t ever be sorry for loving me the way you do,” I whispered.

Part V

Out with the Girls

15

MELODY

“Stop checking your phone, girl.” Jeanie May playfully slapped her hand down on the screen I was staring at. “You too,” my sister jokingly chastised Miriam who had snuck a peak on her own device. “Forget your men for once, it’s a girls’ night out!”

“It’s not the guys I’m worried about,” I told her. “But the baby.”

This wouldn’t even be my longest time away from Mason—Raz, Arjun and I did four more Vegas shows in the past six months. But even still, that was work. This, going out for happy hour with my sister and friend, was supposed to be…fun?

“Who is under the watchful eye of four fathers who will tear a man limb-from-limb, then light his corpse on fire, if he so much as smells suspicious. Relax, Mel.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t get nervous about being away from the littles,” I shot back at her, sliding into a barstool at a pub table. We were still underage, me at twenty and her almost nineteen. But neither of us would drink booze and this divey place wouldn’t care about checking our IDs.

“Melody, how do you think I fed them? Kept a roof over our heads?” A waiter dropped a basket of chips and salsa on our table, and Jeanie crunched loudly on a chip. “I left them alone all the time. They knew how to fend for themselves.”

I nodded knowingly. Jeanie and I learned how to fend for ourselves too when we were Bella and Joey’s ages. We got creative with our hiding places, with barricading the flimsy plywood doors so our mother’s boyfriends wouldn’t stumble drunk and high into our rooms. We took that knowledge and passed it down to our siblings for their own survival. They never got a chance to be kids. It was slow-going, but now I was hopeful they had a chance to relearn childhood in our home, with my guys as examples of good role models, of a healthy family.

Miriam came back from the bar, precariously holding three drinks in her hands. A virgin daiquiri for me, an Italian soda for Jeanie, and the only drinker out of all of us, a mojito for herself.

“How are things going with the wolves, Mir?” my sister asked the other shaman, our neighbor in a relationship with Hunter’s two brothers, and some kind of situationship with a curious shifter she met at our wedding.

“Fine.” Miriam sucked loudly at her straw, obviously not fine. She drained half of the mojito in a single gulp.

“Tak still hasn’t gotten back to you?” I asked as gently as I could.

She shook her head, long dark waves shimmering over her shoulders. “Today marks a week. He’s never gone so long without contact before.”

“No wonder you wanted to go out and drink.” Jeanie rubbed her back sympathetically. “What do Colt and Gabe think?”

Miriam blew