Ryland comes out of the kitchen with grilled cheese and tomato on toast on a plate. As he places the plate in my lap, he throws me a worried glance, but I dismiss it. I eat, but can’t finish, too worried about what Thaddeus is doing. Ryland takes my plate, places it aside, and lies down on the couch. He doesn’t say a word as he pulls me onto his chest, not even a single word about the food I haven’t finished.
“Don’t worry. Orion will find him,” he breaks the silence. I nod; just nod. When the news turns on, Ryland flicks the TV off. I look at him. “Just in case, you’re better off not knowing,” he explains, and stands up to carry me back upstairs.
We lay in bed for a bit, and just as my eyes begin to close, I hear the door open downstairs. Ryland instantly tugs me against him. “They’re back, see? No need to worry,” he whispers.
Soon after, Thaddeus walks in with Orion. He is covered in mud, and so is Orion, like they had a mud fight. Thaddeus stops next to the bed, looks down at us, and leans down to kiss Ryland, and then me.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. You know that, right?” he asks, looking at me.
“I know,” I breathe.
He takes a breath, runs a hand through his hair, and walks into the bathroom. Ryland gets up from the bed and walks downstairs. I wonder why, until he returns with a large board he uses to cover the broken window. My eyes flutter shut as I give into exhaustion; now I know they are home, and I can finally sleep.
However, the issue is that I wake up halfway through the night because of a strange sensation rolling over me. Ryland stirs in his sleep, and I kick the blankets off, feeling hot. Ryland moves to throw his arm over me, and I moan loudly at his touch, my entire body tingles, and burns. Feeling cold hands touch my forehead, sending sparks over my skin, I open my eyes and see Orion leaning over Thaddeus.
“You are burning up,” he mutters, and sniffs the air around us.
His hand freezes just as Ryland’s eyes snap open and he tugs me to him. My skin feels electrified, as sparks move over my body to my core, pulsating with anticipation. As he runs his hand down my side, pressing his face into the crook of my neck, my toes curl. He growls softly. “Ah, she smells so good.”
“Yes, she does Ryland, and she is human,” Orion warns, when suddenly, I feel Thaddeus stir beside me. I moan as his hands move under my shirt, and he squeezes my breast hard. But it doesn’t hurt, it has the opposite effect. Instead, it makes me wrap my leg around Ryland, tugging him closer. I feel strange; I want them to touch me. Want isn’t a strong enough word. No, I need them to. My body is calling out for their touch.
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My entire body is flooded with arousal, every piece of me aching to be touched, caressed. I rip Ryland to me, and my lips crash down on his hungrily as desire fills me.
I moan into his mouth, loving his skin’s warmth on mine. Thaddeus’ hands run up my side from my thigh to my ribs; his touch leaves a trail of goosebumps everywhere his fingers graze.
Ryland pushes my shoulder, forcing me onto my back to climb between my legs. He tugs my shirt, pulling it off my head. His lips land on mine as he hungrily kisses me, his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him to me. Feeling his hard length pressed against the thin cotton of my shorts, I roll my hips against him, needing the friction.
Ryland’s claws slip from his fingers and into my hips, making my skin burn even more for his touch.
“Ryland!” Orion snaps, and I am suddenly ripped from under him, pulled against Orion, and placed between his legs. “You’re hurting her,” he hisses, as I melt against him.
The cold skin of his chest is soothing the burning heat that runs through me. Ryland growls but doesn’t try to take me from Orion. Instead, he looks down at my hips where his claws dug in.
Thaddeus suddenly sits up. I watch his claws come out, and he runs them down my thigh to my knee, drawing blood. While most people would have most likely screamed –I should probably scream– all his action does is entice me even more. It draws out a moan I didn’t know I was capable of making.
“She doesn’t seem to mind, Orion,” Thaddeus whispers. His eyes darken as he grips my pants, pulling them down my legs and pushing my knees apart. His claws sink into my thighs and as the sting of the cut slowly fades, I feel his breath on my core. The mere feeling makes me arch my back. Thaddeus’ tongue runs over my slit, and he groans. The vibration moves straight to my clit, and I grip his hair tightly, bucking my hips against his face. His tongue flicks over my clit, making me moan while his claws dig deeper into my thighs, forcing them apart.
Reaching up, I grab Ryland and bring his face closer to mine and force my tongue into his mouth. I feel him chuckle against my lips as he kisses me back. His hand goes to my breast. First, he cups it, and then, he pinches my nipple between his fingers, forcing another moan from me. Pain and pleasure, what a strange mix, yet I feel like I am on the verge of combusting when Thaddeus shoves his fingers in me roughly, making me break the kiss.
His fingers move inside me, slick with my juices as he slides them in and out of me. But it isn’t enough; I need more. I want his cock, buried deep inside me. Want to feel the fullness only his hardened length can offer.