Page 87 of Undying Thirst

“Yes, Mr. Crimson,” she said. Her shirt was ripped near the stomach, the jagged edges of the tear fluttering as she left.

Tobias walked up next to me.

“You believe it is him attacking us?”

“No, he is challenging us.”

Realistically, it could be anyone. We’d faced similar situations in the beginning of the formation of Crimson Coven. We also didn’t have the best track record after offending many vampires, but this? This was waving a red flag in front of a bull.

“She is not to be unaccompanied or out of our sights,” I said and didn’t need to look at him for his agreement. He was as protective of her as I was.

TWENTY-NINE

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I whirled awayfrom the mirror to look up at Asher. I adored the way he looked at me. With such overwhelming need. Oxygen sucked out of my lungs. Everything became enhanced until his beautiful face was my only focus. His eyes flashed red, and then he was flush behind me. The red irises faded, replaced with his blue eyes.

“Aren’t you a delectable piece of art?” His murmur tickled my cheek. “This . . .” His fingertips grazed the see-through lace along my sides. Even with the thin layer between his fingertips and my hip, his touch caused goose bumps to raise along my body. Asher slowly walked around me, dragging his touch along my belly. I instinctively sucked in. His proximity, his touch—it was all too much. His loose, billowing shirt skimmed along my arm as he walked behind me. I stared at the plain wall, panting. My body blazed with lust. Asher leaned down and his nose nuzzled the side of my neck.

A groan wrenched free, and I slumped against his wide chest. He banded his arm around my belly, pulling me flush against him. God, he always made me feel so tiny.

His hard length nudged my spine, and I arched to get closer to his thick, pierced cock.

“I want you,” I breathed. He chuckled against my ear. Ohhhh. I melted against him, wiggling my hips.

A hand wrapped around the curtain and Jaxon appeared. He scanned us with those piercing eyes.

“Brother, isn’t she gorgeous?” Instead of speaking, he stepped forward, stepping in front of me. One breath, then another until finally his thumb grazed my lower lip. I exhaled hard. Jax’s features rippled and his jaw line twitched.

A hiss exploded from Jax, and he knelt at my feet. I caught a look at his red irises before his eyes closed and he pressed his forehead against my belly, inhaling hard. Scenting me.

I licked my lips.

All I could see was his wide shoulders and his head bowed forward. His touch grazed up my calf until he settled at my thigh.

“Don’t ruin the dress,” I whispered. Jax gently lifted the dress inch by inch until I was only in my panties. Asher took over and continued pulling it up until my breasts bounced free. In a smooth motion, he tugged it off me and it pooled on the stool attached to the wide mirror.

Asher’s arms snaked around me again, his palms traveling up my bare body and cupping my breasts. He thumbed my sensitive nipple. I shuddered, becoming weaker with every touch.

Jax’s fangs had popped free at some point. I focused on the sharp teeth. He gripped my hips, the tips of his fingers digging into my ass. With a snap, my panties were gone and I was bare. He buried his nose against my mound, and he inhaled hard. A moan vibrated against my sex.

“Jax,” I whispered. His fingers flexed and red flashed through his irises. He settled his mouth over the hood of my clit and his tongue lashed across the sensitive nub. I jerked back against Asher, my hands instinctively reaching out to grab Jax’s short hair. My fingers sank into the silky strands barely longenough to take hold of. He stiffened and as if in answer, Asher’s arms flexed like he was preparing to yank me away from him.

It was too late for me though, his mouth against my sensitive flesh caused me to tilt my hips higher to force his mouth against me. The tension leaked away from his shoulders and his tongue flicked out, rolling around the bundle of nerves.

A whine rose in my throat and he moved his tongue faster—vampire fast.

Asher’s head dipped to press his lips against my ear. He lifted my arms and hooked them around his neck.

Jax nibbled on my clit. I gasped.

“Arch like the little kitten you are,” Jax murmured against my pussy huskily. My breasts rose and fell in frantic pumps. Jax dropped to taste me. He angled his head to the side and sank his fang into my clit. I screamed, yanking at Asher’s hair.

Fangs punctured the side of my neck. I groaned, arching my breasts up. Jax kept hold of my writhing hips and he sucked blood from the wound he’d pierced on my clit. Bursts of light shattered behind my eyelids and the orgasm slammed into me with wrenching violence. I made noises I didn’t even know I could make. All the while, Jax continued sucking from my clit. My core clenched, needing something to grasp. Fingers suddenly speared into my channel. I grunted with each thrust of his fingers.

“Yes, please, Jax,” I panted. “More. More.”

Asher chuckled against my throat and licked his bites, eliciting another shiver to life.

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