Call of the Siren (Obsidian Cove Supernatural Academy)

laxing a bit as he pulled me into his arms and he collapsed on the side of the bed.

"Yes. The closer you are to a person, the better they taste. So, I have a suspicion you will taste better than anyone. Let's clean you off first, though," he said, still looking worried. I shook my head at him, knowing it was more about checking out my body for injuries than anything, but I wasn't about to turn down a shower with my vampire.

He groaned as I slipped my pants off, before sliding my panties down and unhooking my bra. The ponytail holder still tangled in my hair was the last of my clothing and accessories to go, leaving me bare in front of him. He didn't move, instead gulping audibly while his eyes turned a deep burgundy and his fangs extended. Heat flooded between my thighs as I took in his predatory stare, backing away as he started to stalk forward, before I turned and rushed to the shower. As soon as I bent over to adjust the water, his hands were roving over my body, and then a loud smack landed on my ass. My pussy clenched at the sensation, a gasp escaping at the shock of it. He chuckled darkly, his hands never leaving my body as I straightened back up and walked into the shower. The warm water felt so good that I almost forgot how fucking turned on I was, until he got down on his knees in front of me, moved my feet apart, and brought his face to my pussy. Pleasure pulsed through me as he licked along my folds, then he pushed his tongue into me. I moaned, my legs already shaking as an orgasm built. I wobbled on my legs as he thrust his tongue in and out of me, drawing out more pleasure with each movement. The moment his lips closed around my clit, the tip of his fang grazing across it, I came. My hands fisted in his hair as I rode out the sensations, my hips grinding into him. Fuck, that’s the quickest anyone has made me orgasm… not that I have a ton of experience, but damn.

When I looked back down at him, he grinned, his fangs poking out of his mouth adorably. His fanged, sweet smile was one of my favorite things about him.

My eyes roamed over him as he stood, his form lithe but muscled. Wanting to feel him, I leaned forward, running my hands and tongue over every chiseled inch of him. When I went to put my mouth around his cock, he pulled me up to face him, his lips capturing mine before lifting me up and pressing my back into the shower wall. With his vampire coming forward to lend him strength, his features transformed into his full vampire form. I looked up into his deep, red eyes, seeing my Van under his shifted features. He lifted me just enough to capture one of my breasts in his mouth while he rolled the other tightened bud between his finger and thumb.

Another orgasm built, slower this time, as he switched to take the other nipple between his warm lips. When I let out a small whimper, he readjusted me until he was at the perfect position to line the head of his thick cock at my entrance, and pushed forward. We both groaned in unison as he filled me, inch by inch. When he was fully seated inside of me, I sighed at the delicious feeling before rocking my hips... but he didn't need the invitation. He started slamming into me as he looked me in the eyes, his gaze hooded, small grunts of pleasure moving past his perfect, full lips. One of his hands wrapped around my wrists pinning them above my head as I pushed my chest into his, the position making me feel vulnerable and turning me on even more.

"I feel like I've waited for this, forever," he whispered huskily, his pace never slowing. My arms wrapped around his neck as he let go of them, my nails biting into his skin while he pounded into me. I loved that he wasn't just sweet and innocent, but rough, taking what he wanted from me with no apologies. I gave it willingly, my body on fire for him as he fucked me perfectly, his hands gripping my ass with bruising fingers.

Knowing he still needed to feed, I offered my neck to him once more. This time, he didn't bother to protest, instead running his tongue along the juncture of my neck before sinking his fangs in. The sharp prick had me gasping, but I forgot about the pain as his relentless fucking continued, still building that pleasure I craved. With the first pull of blood, it felt like my entire body sang for him, a tune only he could coax out. The pleasure was heightened, my body shaking as he fucked and drank from me greedily. The closer to climax I got, the harder he fucked me, my body so turned on that I bucked my hips, meeting each thrust head on. I writhed and moaned, taking all he was giving me until waves of pleasure crashed over me, more intense than I'd ever felt. He pulled deeper from me as I came, prolonging my orgasm until I was clinging to him and screaming his name, not bothering to care if anyone heard us.

With one last pull, he found his release, thrusting in one last time and gripping me tightly as he filled me. His groan was animalistic and deep as it vibrated against my neck, before he licked over the wound and pulled away. I whimpered as he slid out of me, the change in sensation leaving me weak in the knees. Though that could also be from blood loss.

"I thought I was going to lose you today. I'm so sorry I didn't protect you," he said, his voice still husky with lust as he rested his forehead against mine.

"Sometimes it's okay to let me protect you. We're a team, and I don't always need to be the one saved," I said softly, wrapping my arms around his torso and snuggling him, letting his embrace and the water wash away the rest of my anxiety.

I ran my fingers lightly over the two small pricks in my neck where he marked me. He looked down at me, his eyes pleading with me not to be angry. But truthfully, I kind of liked being marked by him. Needing him to know that, I let him feel my excitement about it, how sexy I thought it was, until a grin spread across his face again. His features slowly switched back to the Van I was used to, with more color in his cheeks now as his strength returned to him.

By the time we were actually clean and dressed again, the guys had abandoned the kitchen and settled into the living room to wait. They all smirked as we entered together, both of us still wet from the shower, though nobody bothered to call us out.

"Your coffee is cold now," Calev joked, pointing to the mug on the table in front of them.

"That's okay, I'm awake now," I countered with a wink, diving over the back of the couch and into Lachlan's lap. Nobody bothered to laugh at my ridiculous antics, already growing used to my weirdness, and I appreciated them all the more for it. Tonight, I just needed a quiet night with my guys, to relax and recover from the ridiculous day we had. Tristan flicked on the movie before settling on my other side and pulling my feet into his lap. As the intro credits rolled, he massaged my feet, giving me a soft smile when I glanced over at him. They looked just as content as I did, just being together like this, not a hint of jealousy in sight... and that was something that would help keep us strong.

Between Lachlan’s warmth and Tristan’s massage, my eyes drifted closed. Clearly, I wasn’t as awake as I thought, the day taking its toll on me.

I didn’t object in the least. We could leave any important decisions and revelations for tomorrow.

Tristan

As I watched Lennox drift off to sleep, her breaths evening out into cute little puffs, I opened a mental link to check on everyone. I didn’t want to spark a conversation and wake her up, she’d given enough today.

‘Checking in,’ I projected, waiting as their minds opened up to the link. We all stared mindlessly at the TV while we spoke internally. To an outsider we all probably looked like we were in a trance.

‘I’m fine now, she gave me some of her blood,’ Evander said, his love and awe coming through, like he still couldn’t believe it. An image of their shower sex shot through next, and he gave a sheepish chuckle as we all groaned. ‘Sorry, guys.’

‘How you gonna do us like that?’ Aeson asked, his words were light, but his worry and his confusion were loud and clear.

‘Who was that guy down there?’ Calev asked, bringing the conversation around to the attacker again.

‘He said something, but I can’t fucking remember what it was,’ Evander growled, his anger thick and consuming.

‘He mentioned a bounty. I heard that much as I was fighting to stay on my feet,’ Lachlan added, his anger mixing with Van’s, making my head spin. Everyone was too emotional for this.

‘Guys, reign it in. Tristan can’t take it,’ Aeson said, a bite to his tone. He was as gentle as they came, until you messed with someone he claimed as his. His possessiveness was sexy as hell.

‘Let’s talk about her,’ Calev said, offering up a less angry alternative. Their thoughts all switched to her. Worry, confusion, pity, love, lust… the emotions were endless.

‘Is anyone having second thoughts about sharing her?’ Evander asked bluntly.

‘Hell no! We’ve all noticed how she looks at all of us, and I’d never break her heart that way. And Kitten is different. She has had a rough time, but her capacity to love is huge. I’m not jealous in the least watching you guys with her,’ I answered quickly.

‘Agreed,’ Aeson added.