Page 83 of Clash of Sin and Secret

Scottie chuckles around my cock but makes no move to stop and tell me.

It’s my own damn fault.

With my fingers laced into her hair and holding the back of her head in place, I fuck her mouth soft and slow, letting Huntley set the pace.

He needs to feed, and I don’t want things to get so wound up and frantic that he loses track of what he’s doing and takes too much from her.

And then there’s Tucker.

The big guy is lounging on his side next to Scottie, watching her being fucked by one guy and sucking off another and he couldn’t look more pleased. He’s stroking himself with her hand over his erection and is just taking it all in.

He really is the calm harbor in our stormy lives.

Huntley finally groans and withdraws his fangs, closing the puncture points on Scottie’s neck. “Thank you, princess. I could take on the world.”

She winks at him, smiling around my cock.

Before I can think better of it, I voice an idea. “I’d like to try something with the three of you. My gift isn’t all about manipulation, it can also be pleasurable. I’ve never tried to connect four lovers, but think it might be fun.”

Tucker arches a brow. “I’m game.”

Scottie comes off the crown of my erection with a wet ‘pop’. “I trust you, Z.”

And Huntley dips his chin. “Go for it, Z.”

With their consent given, I open a mental connection between the four of us. Suddenly it’s not just our physical pleasure we’re feeling, but each other’s as well.

The touches. The arousal. The approaching releases.

It’s all of us in one heated, heady, erotic experience. It’s a jumbled chaos of intimacy and it’s amazing.

This is my life now…and no one will take it from me.

Not an army of fanger mutts.

Not a cousin I’ve never heard of.

No one.

Tucker

I let myself into the small apartment above the barbershop. Jack welcomed me into his home and his life almost three years ago now and it’s hard to wrap my head around how much my life has changed.

I have a father now. I have a mate who loves me and who I’m passionate about. I have two other men who I both respect and care for, who will stand up for me and have welcomed me into their lives.

It’s no secret that their inclusion of me was largely for Scottie’s benefit at first, but after last night and what we shared all day today, I see what we can be.

What we will be.

And as I step into my father’s home, I brush a finger over the framed pictures of him with Scottie and her father, Bran. And him with Francesco in the fifties.

The walls are filled with memories and I’m hoping to add more to it. One with him and the four of us.

Or, in time, our kids.

Zane has mentioned that there needs to be Vasari heirs and Scottie wants a houseful, so I’m sure we have that to look forward to.

“Hey, kid,” Jack calls from the kitchenette, where he’s pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Are you back from getting the dagger already?”

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