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“Spitfire, are you crazy?”
“Possibly. Probably,” I grinned at Brax. “But it is our only solution. The vampires need to know what is going on, and we need to get the humans protected, the vampires fed. It is all we can do,” I said.
“Then we leave at sunrise,” Galen said.
Everyone finally agreed on a plan and sunk back into conversation easily.
I missed Kai but damn I was glad he wasn’t there when that decision was made; he would’ve flipped his shit.
Brax was tense enough for him and Derik, but that I could live with.
We were given the spare room in Mom’s cabin where Galen had been sleeping. Mom said it was her hut but she shared it with Galen, and she had a room in the tunnels, but I knew that blush on her cheek. I bet she spent more time with Galen than she let on.
She went to sleep as Galen said he’d keep watch. Ryleigh kept watch at their hut, both on either side of the one to the tunnels.
I wasn’t sure if the rogues knew about those, but if we could keep them from knowing for as long as possible, it would be much easier to keep the humans safe.
I wasn’t used to sharing such a small room with my Alphas, but I liked it. Brax seemed so much bigger in it, closer, warmer. I stripped my clothes down to my underdress and climbed in the bed with the floral sheets.
Brax got in with me. I lay on his chest, enjoying the sound of his breathing when he chuckled.
“Do you think Galen loves his floral room?” He snickered, looking at all the flowers on the walls that Mom had painted.
“I think he loves anything she does,” I said.
“I know the feeling,” Brax smirked, running his fingertips down my arm.
His touch made my skin raise, like a light feather running over me, the sensation just enough to liven my senses.
I licked my lip, running my finger down his abs.
He wasn’t as big as Derik or Kai but he had a lean muscular that was just as addictive. He still had the abs and the arms that I liked to scratch at, and his legs were powerful.
My core tightened at the thought, and I moved my hand lower.
Brax sucked in a breath when I brushed over his dick. It twitched against my touch.
“Spitfire, you’ll start something that I’ll want to finish, and Galen would beat my ass for doing it in his bed and around your mother,” Brax said breathily as I stroked his cock to life.
I grinned. “I won’t let him beat you up,” I said, still stroking.
Brax’s grip on me tightened, and his hand went to the ties on the front of my dress.
“I was told not to be a savage in Galen’s bed,” he groaned as I teased him some more by climbing over him, kissing down his body.
I stopped when I got to his cock, looking up at him and grinning.
“I didn’t promise anything,” I said, then put him in my mouth.
8. The Massacre
Lorelai
Brax kissed me like I was the air he needed to breathe. His tongue danced with mine as his fingers traced down the side of my body.
My nightgown was pushed up around my waist, his other fingers teasing the sensitive nub between my thighs until I was writhing beneath him.
He smothered my moans, kissing me harder so all I could taste and feel was him.
It was a different kind of passion, one where it was just us, closer than usual.
I loved having my three Alphas worship me but sometimes it was nice to take things to a more personal level, to be with one so close and intimate.
Brax groaned his approval as I brought my leg up against his waist, rocking against his hand.
I reached between us, gripping his pulsing length and teasing him back.
He was hard and silky in my fist as I worked him, his groans getting harder to cover with my kisses the more I touched him.
“Spitfire, you’re going to make this disappointing for both of us if you keep your grip that tight,” he smirked.
I grinned and kissed him again.
“Then put it somewhere that’ll keep us both happy,” I teased.
Brax grinned and widened my legs, positioning himself between them.
I released him from my grip and he entered me.
I clenched my jaw against the sound that tried to escape once I was full of him.
He was so thick inside me I could feel the pulsing of his veins against my pussy walls. I clenched him tight and moaned, reaching up to kiss him again.
He slid out of me until he just had his tip in then slammed back inside, hitting the spot that made me scream.
He covered my mouth, my cries falling into his palm as he moved. Each thrust was a practiced, precise movement that drove me insane.
My body burned with need, the taste of release just out of reach. Exactly where Brax kept it as he moved in and out of me.
My nails raked over his back muscles, and up to his hair, yanking out the band that kept it up.
His blonde strands fell over my fingers and I moaned at the softness in comparison to his harsh thrusts.
He rolled his hips, hitting so far inside me that I arched, meeting each stroke.
The tension in my core, the heat in my veins made everything so much more intense.
He held my body like it was precious but pumped into it like he could hold me together no matter what.
It felt like he could too, especially when his shadows moved out of him, entwining with mine, caressing over my body.
They woke every nerve ending my skin had, like tiny kisses everywhere until I couldn’t handle all the sensations anymore.
The heat, the caresses, the tension became too much and I broke in the best way.
My orgasm crashed through me, sweeping through with no subtlety at all. But that was Brax’s specialty. Making sure I was fucked until my entire body pulsed with pleasure.
And it was.
I moaned, shuddering as it made quick work of my core. It clenched deliciously as I tightened on his cock.
He groaned, fucking me harder until his body clenched, his shadows smothered me in warmth and he came too.
He trembled, finishing both of us with a few quick thrusts before emptying his full release into me and stilling hard against my pussy.
I sighed as he did, milking him with my walls until he let out a sated breath and hung his head.
“You feel so fucking good, Spitfire, especially when I get you all to myself,” Brax whispered then rolled off me and curled me into him.
I snuggled in against him, kissing his tattooed peck.
“I love you, Brax,” I said and his shadows warmed over me, holding me too.
“Galen’s going to kill me but it was worth it,” Brax chuckled. I laughed at that and then held him tighter.
“He’ll have to kill me first which we both know won’t happen,” I said, my eyes fluttering closed.
“Sleep, Spitfire. We’ll handle Galen and his temper tomorrow,” Brax soothed, patting down my hair.
All it took was the relaxing brush of his fingers down my spine a few times for me to fall asleep.
The morning came in the form of the sun bursting through the curtains and the smell of Mom’s cooking wafting into the room.
I sniffed and my eyes fluttered open, the smell making my stomach grumble.
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