Addict (Hunter #2)(97)

Slowly, I find myself naked, but it’s all right because I am with them.

Fangs scrape over my neck and I shiver.

“You like that, don’t you?” Gray whispers in my ear. He’s watching Marcus as he drags those fangs, barely breaking the skin before my vampire runs his tongue back over the line of blood before I heal.

I am breathless. I can do nothing but nod.

“He’s not the only one who loves the taste of you. I’m going to spread your legs, Kelsey mine. I’m going to lick you and suck you and taste you. My favorite treat.”

“I believe I’ll like watching that, bella,” Marcus promises. “But I want to touch, too.”

His hands find my breasts, cupping them, and I lean back against Gray, offering myself to Marcus. He falls to his knees in front of me and before I can take my next breath, he’s leaning forward to lick my left nipple. The sensation pours over my skin. I start to squirm as he sucks the nipple inside his mouth, but Gray is there. His strong arms form a cage around me, holding me still for his partner.

They’re truly partners now. How slowly that happened. One day rivals and then slowly, so incrementally, friends and partners in my pleasure. It’s hard for me to believe that Marcus walked away from her. He’s waited for her all his long life, but he chose me.

He’ll live long after me because of that choice. He’ll never have the one woman he could love enough to follow into death.

I am holding him back from what he needs.

The world flashes and it’s Gray at my breast now. Marcus is gone and we’re alone, our wedding a quiet affair. No family. No friends. Just him and me. After everything that happened, there’s no one left who would celebrate with us.

“I love you,” Gray says, pressing me back against the bed. “I don’t need anyone but you.”

We’re on the run. It’s probably dangerous for us to be here, but we couldn’t resist. No one knows of our wedding anyway. I was forced to make a choice between my job, my loyalty to the royal family, and my love.

I’ll miss them all, but I will always choose him.

My legs hit the back of the bed and I let gravity do its work. I fall, the soft comforter covering my skin.

Gray spreads my legs. I am submissive to his desires. It’s easy since his desires mirror my own. We play at this. Dominance and submission are games for our bedroom. I’m his partner in life and accept nothing less than to stand beside him. I have friends who choose to submit on other levels, but this is all I can give and it works for us. He’s softened and I’ve relaxed. We’ve grown together.

“I found a place for us to hide for a while.” His mouth hovers over my *.

I am a ball of anticipation. So much stress today and all I’ve longed for is his touch. “It better be good. I don’t think the king is going to stop searching for us.”

Us. The two of us on the run. There’s something romantic about it. Until I remember what’s waiting for him at the end of his contract. One day his father will come for him. Gray has promised to leave me behind. He will not allow me to follow him into Hell.

One day it will be me. Only me.

I shake off the thought. We have years ahead of us. Years to seek a way out. I should have done this the first time. I should have taken his hand and run.

Then I wouldn’t miss Marcus the way I do now.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promises. His mouth covers me and I stop thinking about anything but the feel of his tongue on me.

I breathe in and there’s music playing on the radio. When did I turn it on? Gray is still between my legs. So good. It feels so good. My hands fist in the sheets. How many times have we made love and it still feels like the first? I still gasp in wonder.

He spears me with his tongue, diving deep inside me while he works my clitoris with the pad of his thumb.

A hand on my head makes me open my eyes, and warm brown eyes stare down at me. “I love watching you come.”

My wolf. I can’t help but smile at him. He’s so big, so flipping gorgeous. It’s hard to believe once I considered him an enemy and then an annoyance.

He was our salvation. Mine and Gray’s. We wouldn’t be alive without Trent.

“That’s good, babe,” I say with a breathless laugh. “Because I really like to come.”

He’s let his hair grow out from that rigid military cut he’d first worn. I loved how it curled a bit now, how he smiled so much more. We live in the apartments I once shared with my trainer, but he’s a fond memory. Marcus is happy in Italy with his wife. His final wife. I’m in love with my men. The king gave me away at our wedding.

We will fight when the time comes. We will fight in this terrible war that is coming. I pray I don’t lose them. Please don’t let me lose them.

Gray moves up, ceding his place to Trent, who moves his muscled body with the grace of the predator living inside him.

“My turn,” Trent says, putting his mouth on me and beginning the process all over again.

“Do you know how good you taste?” Gray kisses me and I can taste my own desire.

The hands on me change.

God, I don’t know how much more I can handle. It moves so quickly now. I never leave the room, but I can feel fate shifting, changing.

I am with Gray but we do not speak, the hostility between us a palpable thing.