Void(86)

I kneaded my breasts, plucking my own nipples, my body needing touch from the powerful venom he’d injected me with. He continued to pull blood from me like a kiss, groaning with each mouthful before lifting his hand up to knock my hand away so that he could fondle my breasts instead. My eyes closed at the touch, and when I opened them again, I saw that Quade was staring at us with hungry eyes, his hands thrust deep in his pockets. I wondered if he was touching himself, and found that the thought made me hotter.

His dark eyes flicked from where Render was touching me, to my face, and then he made a very deliberate step forward. Once. Twice. Three times. And then Quade stepped into the embrace of my smoke, his body suddenly so close to mine that I could feel the heat of his elemental power searing across his skin. It didn’t even phase Render. Instead, the vampire shifted slightly so that I could stand between both men. Like he was...sharing me. I liked it.

My smoke danced around the three of us, gently sipping from both of them. Just like Gritt and Render had done, Quade tilted his head back in bliss, and I moaned as I drank him up. He was different from the way Render’s tasted, but just as addicting. Quade was like the air. Hot like summertime, rays baking onto smooth sand. Cold like winter, ice cooling the pit of my soul. He tasted like comfort and grounded me back to the earth.

Render stopped drinking and licked at the bloody spot on my neck as his arms wrapped around me. “Fuck, is this why Gritt gets all crazy when you feed from him?” Render asked, my power teasing over his pale skin. “Why the fuck does this feel so good? It didn’t last time in the judge’s room,” he groaned as I dragged my fingers down his torso. I was so turned on that I wanted to tug down his pants and ride him.

“Gods, I was an idiot for saying no,” Quade groaned, his muscles rippling as he tensed, his body pressing up against my side. I was in a supernatural sandwich, and I was so hot from the teasing touches that I was ready to take things to the next level. My power was fully sated, drunk almost on their power, so I dug into Render’s pocket for my amulet, brushing against his cock in the process.

He hissed out a curse. “A little more to the left, Dev,” he said with a smirk.

A teasing smile spread across my face as I lifted my necklace out and began to pull my smoke back in. “No, no, no, don’t stop,” Quade pleaded, digging his fingers into my waist.

“If we keep doing this, I’m going to jump you both right here in the hallway,” I warned, slipping the amulet back over my head, taking the last of my smoke with it. The guys groused at the loss.

“That’s fucking fine by me,” Render said, bringing his hand back up to flick over my nipples.

“Yeah, let’s go with that option,” Quade agreed, shocking the hell out of me.

I opened my mouth to reply—or maybe to tell them to drop their pants—when a fuming shifter suddenly rounded the corner of our deserted hallway. All three of our heads turned in his direction as Gritt stalked toward us, with a much more relaxed Hyde following behind him.

“Why the hell have I felt your pleasure not once but twice in the last twelve godsdamned hours?” Gritt demanded, stopping in front of me.

“You could feel that?” I sputtered, feeling a blush cover my cheeks.

“Wolfy is the only person I know that would be pissed off about getting off via osmosis,” Hyde chuckled before walking up to me. Without hesitation, he leaned forward past Gritt and seared his lips to mine. It took me totally by surprise, and I blinked at him as he pulled away with a grin.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Gritt huffed before dragging his claws through his hair. “Does no one respect a fucking mate bond anymore?”

“You’re one to talk, shifter. You can’t expect her to wait for you to figure your shit out,” Render replied while rolling his eyes and taking the spot beside me so he could prop up against the wall. I must have still been bleeding, because his head dipped down to lick a trail up my neck before sealing the puncture with his healing saliva.

“Yeah, you can’t just keep throwing fucking fits. Unless you want me to kick your ass again?” Quade asked, almost hopeful.

Gritt scoffed. “You couldn’t kick my ass if you were a steel-toed boot propped up on a donkey.”

“Yeah? Let’s go for round two, then,” Quade said, straightening up with a fireball in his palm.

“Oh my gods, can you guys stop arguing? It’s driving me nuts!” I yelled.

All four guys looked at me, no doubt noting my slightly disheveled and flushed appearance.

Hyde hummed. “Note to self, don’t make the pretty Void angry,” Hyde sang while turning to Gritt and patting him on the shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Wolfy. Eventually you’ll pull your head out of your ass.” He then turned to Render while pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to hand it to him. “Why are vampires such messy eaters? You don’t see humans letting ice cream go to waste like that. Sheesh.” The quirky necromancer wrinkled his nose. Hyde turned to Quade last, a broad grin stretching across his face. “I like you, elemental,” he said with a wink before coming full circle back to me. Lacing his fingers through mine, he gave me one more kiss, this time on the cheek.

“Is this a fucking thing?” Gritt demanded, gesturing between Hyde and I. “Are all three of you guys a fucking thing with my godsdamned mate?”