September Moon (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #8)(98)

I giggled when Shaz tickled the bottom of my foot. Clapping a hand over my mouth to stop the girlish sound, I protested when he didn’t stop.

“I suppose I’d better find my wife. We have a flight to catch in six hours,” Coby announced, standing up and knocking over his beer bottle in the process. Beer soaked the table, running in a steady stream until it spilled over the side in a bubbly waterfall.

“Maybe you better let her find you,” I suggested, finding it hilarious when he had a hard time stepping over the attached bench.

“Holy crap,” Coby muttered, rubbing a hand over the stubble lining his jaw. “I can’t believe I’m married. It feels surreal.”

Mumbling to himself, he wandered over to one of the lounge chairs on the other side of the patio and passed out face down. I erupted into more annoying drunk-girl giggles and searched for a phone so I could take a picture.

Forgetting that I’d left my phone in the house, I settled for swiping Shaz’s. After taking several out of focus photos, I accepted defeat. The noise had started to die down as people either became wolf or passed out.

“Shall we take this party upstairs?” Shaz asked, a hunger in his eyes that I knew I might never see again.

What if he didn’t want me after it was all said and done?

Arys looked to me for a response. It had been quite some time since the three of us had shared a bed. The past few months had been filled with drama, pain, and poor choices. Looking at them both, I was enticed by the prospect of being nestled between them again as we fed our illicit hungers.

“Yeah,” I said, clutching the whiskey bottle as if it were my lifeline. After one last swig from the bottle, I thunked it down on the table. “Let’s go upstairs.”

I was far too drunk to be nervous. Had I been sober, I would still have eagerly taken them both to my bed. I was a dead wolf walking. I needed to feel alive while I still could.

Arys was quiet, lost in thought. He hung back, ensuring nobody took a drunken fall down the stairs. When he stepped into the bedroom and closed the door, I clasped his hand in mine, sighing at the familiar spark that leaped between us.

‘No worries. No thoughts. Just here and now.’ I pushed the thought to him, willing him to be in this moment with me rather than already living in tomorrow.

I didn’t give him a chance to stay lost in the future. Slowly I began to unlace my dress. His midnight-blue gaze was locked on me as I disrobed. Satisfaction thrilled through me when his desire ignited.

Shaz approached from behind, slipping his arms around my waist. His mouth was hot against the back of my neck. I reached to touch the side of his face, but my eyes were on Arys. With the other hand, I beckoned him to me.

I let the dress fall to my feet where it created a big pink puddle of soft material. Standing there in my underwear, I let the succubus force inside me spill forth to capture both men in my spell.

Arys shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it on top of my dresser beside the TV. For a moment he stood stiff, as if reluctant to touch me. Then he came to me and captured my lips in a kiss that conveyed everything he was feeling.

The force of his emotion washed over me. Fear, worry, relief, love. All of these things and more crashed through him, in turn crashing through me. My gasp was the only sound. The intensity of Arys’s emotions promised that he would burn hot in every way. And I couldn’t wait.

The sensation of Shaz’s lips and tongue on the back of my shoulder was rivaled only by Arys’s tender kiss. My vampire kissed a path down the side of my neck while my wolf’s warm hands slid along my spine, causing me to tremble.

Shaz hooked a few fingers in my skimpy black underwear and dragged them down my legs. I stepped out of the pile of clothing and climbed onto the bed.

“Your turn,” I instructed them both with a mischievous wink.

The amount of liquor racing through Shaz’s veins was evident when he was first to disrobe entirely. Arys hung back, taking his sweet time, watching Shaz crawl atop me on the bed and adorn my body with kisses. His platinum hair was feather soft in my hands. I hoped that I would never forget the way it felt. The touch of his tongue on my midriff got my pulse pounding. The atmosphere grew thick with arousal. It sated one hunger as it encouraged more.

“Arys.” I said his name as if it were a plea and a curse, because it often was.

For a moment I suspected that perhaps he was afraid he would hurt me. But he peeled off his clothing one item at a time, allowing me a great view of his hard, naked body. He approached the bed, and I reached for him, trailing my fingers over his firm stomach. Down lower, I wrapped my hand around the smooth length of him. His eyes closed, and he groaned.

Shaz rolled over to the inside of the bed, giving Arys the outside. They put me between them, where I so desperately wanted to be. There was nothing better than being pressed between the gorgeous men on either side of me. I sought to take in all they were giving.

There was a desperation in Arys’s touch that made my heart bleed for him. He held me like I might disappear if he dared to let go.

We fell all over each other. Shaz sought out the warmth between my legs and stroked me into a frenzy. Teasing, bringing me ever closer to the edge, he took command of my pleasure. Two fingers slipped inside me, forcing me to cry out. I needed so much more than that.

My cries were muffled by Arys’s needy kiss. The sting of his fang was sharp against my tongue. Sucking on the tiny bead of blood that welled up, he sighed, a ragged sound that echoed in my ears.