Page 23 of Backstage at the Freak Show
“Then you’ll have a mess to clean up,” I smirked at him.
“Dick.” He punched me in the arm, so I grabbed a fistful of his long, platinum hair and pulled.
When our mouths crashed together again, he bit my lip so hard, I tasted blood.
That little bit of pain and male aggression was all I needed. My orgasm ripped through me, shooting out the tip of my cock to paint Mel’s tongue.
“Holy… fuck!”
Her hand stroked me, milking my rigid cock like her pussy would to drain my balls and take everything I had.
She licked her lips and smiled as she released me, spent and conquered. As she moved to Hunter to finish him, she kept one hand on my thigh and I locked my fingers with hers.
Hunter released a deep sigh as her mouth covered him, taking him down her throat with no sign of fatigue, her hand massaging his balls to tease him even more.
“How did I get so lucky?” our wolf mused dreamily as he watched her please him.
“I think everyone here has wondered that at one point or another.” I brought Mel’s hand to my lips and kissed the back of her palm, my pulse still racing.
“I’mthe lucky one,” she declared, winking at me before descending on Hunter’s cock again.
“That’s what you think, beautiful,” Hunter stroked her face. “But you have no idea.”
“We have our whole lives to prove it to her, though,” I leaned my head on his shoulder, watching her with him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, grabbing a fistful of Mel’s raven black hair, thrusting deep into her mouth. “I’m so close. Right there. Oh, God…”
Curious if it would have the same effect on him, I turned his head to face me and gave him a hard, biting kiss. The way he spasmed, stiffened, and moaned told me all I needed to know. I skimmed a hand over his chest to feel his heart beating wildly like a drum.
Just as Mel finished swallowing his load and licked him clean, we heard the speakers crackle over our heads with an announcement.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts as we make our descent into Bucharest, Romania.”
10
MELODY
“Wait, why aren’t we staying in Dracula’s castle?” Connor demanded as we piled into the Mercedes SUV.
“Because it’s a fucking tourist trap,” Raz huffed from the front seat before speaking in a rapid string of Romanian to our driver.
I clamped my thighs together and tightened my grip on my purse strap. It was unbelievably hot listening to him speak his native language. Even when I just had his cock down my throat, I couldn’t get enough of my dragon shifter.
“So? It’sDracula’sfucking castle!”
“You do realize it wasn’treallyhis castle?” Arjun said. “It just inspired the story, and even that is debated. Bram Stoker supposedly never visited Romania.”
"What?!" Connor rocked dramatically in his seat. "I've been lied to my whole life!"
"No, you've just been thick as a brick the whole time."
"I mean, sure I have, but not in the wayyou'rethinking, RJ."
"For fuck's sake," Arjun groaned, throwing a heavy arm over my shoulders. "Save me from his antics, dove."
"Too late." I kissed his cheek. "You're stuck with him for life."
"Damn." A lazy smile spread across my tiger shifter's face. "I suppose some sacrifices are necessary in the name of love."
