Page 46 of Touched

My hand climbs under her dress, and I run my fingertips over her quivering stomach. She sucks in as they dance over her warm flesh. Another low moan escapes her, and I feel goosebumps form as she shivers beneath my touch. Her sounds of pleasure drive me wild, urging me on. I want nothing more than to show her bliss like she’s never known. My fingertips trail higher.

Sweet mercy.

She’s bare under the dress. Nothing but the thin fabric covers her full breasts. Her nipples are beaded and peaked with her arousal. She mewls softly as I slowly pinch and rub one, taking my time, before moving to the other. Her kisses become more frantic. Our teeth clash and my blood roars in my veins, all heading down to my already painfully erect cock.

Taking the cue from her, I run my hand down her belly once more, teasing her bellybutton before sliding it down to cup her mound with my palm. She moans into my mouth, heartily. I run my finger over the outside, tracing her swollen folds, feeling how soaked she is.

I can’t resist dipping my fingers under the scant fabric covering her to feel her sopping wet pussy. Gasping into my mouth again, she sucks on my tongue. Twirling my digit around her swollen bud a few times, a groan escapes me as she moves her hips, helping me to roll her clit, teasing, building the pressure. Still using my thumb to lightly rub her nub, I insert a finger into her tight channel. She moans into my mouth, moving her hips harder. Grinding against me, helping me to finger her.She knows exactly what to do.Her hips move faster over my soaked finger. I manage to get another finger inside of her. Her pussy is so wet. She’s moving down as I swirl my finger and rub her clit with my thumb. Her back arches as she moans into my mouth, shaking and crying out with her release. She spasms around my fingers and I almost come in my fucking pants.

Her body jerks as she clenches around my fingers. Removing her mouth from mine, she drapes both arms over my shoulders, and stares at me. Her golden eyes are so wild with lust, they border on feral. She’s gasping as she says, “I… I think I had an orgasm.”

Damn right you did.

I manage to resist a chuckle, but I grin up at her. “Yeah, baby, I think you did, too. There’s more where that came from.”

“Please…” she begs, tugging at my shirt, frantically trying to raise it. Her hands splay on the tight muscles of my abdomen. “Please have sex with me. I need to be… fucked… That’s the word, right?”

Well, shit.

That is certainly the right word.

My cock reacts to her words though, this time, I do laugh. “All in due time, little fairy. And not on this leather couch. How do you even know that word? Y’all use it, too?”

She flushes and mutters, “Um, no. I read human romance books…”

Laughing, I stand, picking her up with me. Her legs wrap around my waist as my hand settles under her ass. As I lean down to kiss her on the way to my bed, a loud crash sounds behind us, startling us both. Aeris screams as we both face the door… now hanging off the hinges.

All three Trahan brothers are standing there in their human forms… looking livid… and fucking ravenous.

Fuck.

My grip tightens around Aeris the moment the trio of death stand before us, ready to tear us to shreds. The door sways loosely for a scant moment before it falls heavily to the floor. The beautiful creature in my arms, who I’m so desperate to protect, screams as the tallest of the brothers steps forward.

Son of a bitch!

What the fuck do I do?

My mind runs through images like a databank, recalling memories of all the files I’ve read on these guys.

What the fuck are their names?Ah, yes.

Derek, the oldest, the least attractive of the bunch, and the one who’s apparently in charge, is at least six-foot-five with dark brown hair, and a gnarly beard that could use a good cleaning. Yes, Derek seems to call the shots in this triad of delusional idiots.

He’s the one who stood over me in the warehouse and called out the blood I carry. My Sylph bloodline. I still can’t get the thought of these monsters draining me like a vampire out of my head.

“There you are, Sylph,” Derek snarls, spittle flying from his overtly thick, purple-hued lips.

His two other brothers—Darren, and Danny—are stand at his flank, agitated and ready to pounce. Their bodies begin to contort as they seem to almost pulse, hair growing unnaturally along their bodies. Derek growls, a non-human sound emerging from his throat and sending shivers down my spine, as fangs elongate in his mouth.

“Callum,” Aeris shouts, her fear clearly conveyed as her grip tightens, her fingers digging into me.

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

They have my only entry in and out blocked. We’re trapped in my apartment.

I can’t fly. And we’re two stories up. We can’t escape by jumping out of a fucking small, bar-covered window.

I mean, we could technically fly. Or Aeris could. But that didn’t go swimmingly well the first time. And it would put us both at risk, yet again.

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