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“Thank you for the apology,” I stroke his arm, his brown skin glinting gold where it’s brushed by the firelight.
And Iamglad that Shana isn’t wondering where I am. Before leaving with Ryker, the message I sent my boss was vague and open ended. That, combined with what Zuben told her… While Shana might be surprised that I haven’t reached out to officially resign, she won’t likely be sending the police to check my apartment.
“So how do we do this?” I ask softly.
“With plenty of lube,” Ryker says.
I turn toward him, and he raises his hands, palms forward. “What? Youdidn’tmean butt stuff?”
I shift, in a half-hearted attempt to bump him with my hip. “I’m serious. If I’m going to do this, I want to know exactly what to expect.”
We all turn toward Zuben, and his eyes fill with concern.
“I cannot give the certainty you request.” He shakes his head. “While I have seen vampires made, I have seen it fail more often.” He looks down. “As I have already told you, most do not survive the process, and since we do not have access to human blood in this cave, your transformation will have to rely solely on the consumption of vampire blood, adding a variable for which I have no data.”
I nod, worry scrambling in my belly.
Axe slides his arm around my waist. “Are you sure about this?” The concern in his eyes is painful. “I can’t lose you.” He shakes his head. “I can never go through that again.”
I shift onto my knees and fall into Axe’s embrace.
And then Ryker and Zuben move closer, stroking my back.
“Can we wait a bit longer?” I ask softly. “Before we start, I’d like, one more time, just in case…I need…”
“Baby,” Ryker growls near my ear. “We are all here to give youeverythingyou need.”
Chapter Fourteen
Ember
“EverythingI need?”I smile softly at the clear innuendo in Ryker’s words.
“You bet.” Ryker licks his lips.
I want him so badly, but I also want intimate time with each of these men, before I do something I might not survive.
How can I choose who goes first?
Ryker strokes my ass. “Plus, the robot needs to get rid of that hard on that’s been raging all week.”
I glance at Zuben, but he looks away.
Still in Axe’s arms, I lean toward Ryker and he captures my lips in a kiss. My breath catches, and my sex tightens at the unexpected, but welcome show of intimacy in front of the others.
Being held by Axe as Ryker kisses me is strange but wonderful, and since neither of them is objecting, I certainly won’t. Ryker takes my head to deepen our kiss, and Axe’s large hands move down to my hips and slowly work their way under my t-shirt, his wide palms and thick fingers sliding under the fabric, teasing my ribs and my back and grazing the sides of my breasts.
More hands arrive—Zuben’s, I assume—and they undo my jeans. I feel like I must be in some kind of dream. But it’s not a dream.
I break the kiss. “Who? What?” I say on successive hard exhales, while looking between the three of them, seeing nothing but heat in their eyes. Are they really all going to make love to me together?
“Before we try to turn you,” Ryker says softly. “Let us make you feel good.”
“Allof you?” My voice tightens around my words, as Zuben’s fingers slip below the waistband of my jeans.
“Yes,” all three say together. And then Axe lifts my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.
“But…” My mind is foggy with desire, as the three of them stroke my body and press light kisses against my skin. “Aren’t you…”
