Page 51 of Fractured Constellations
Chase gives me a lingering kiss, then he pulls out, kneeling up just like Thorn did, tucking his dick back into his shorts as they both admire the mess they’ve made of me.
“Happy now?” I ask, my voice all kinds of breathy and my eyes hooded as I gaze at them.
“I mean, it would be better if Blade added his, though he did get his turn in the hospital, so I guess now we’re even,” Thorn comments, and my mouth drops open.
“Triplets,” I huff, not even having the energy to argue about how fucking ridiculous it is to keep a score sheet like that.
“You should see us with a birthday cake.” Chase laughs as he reaches for a towel, cleaning between my thighs. “Thorn is the worst for making sure we get exactly the same size slice. He even has been known to get the scales out and weigh the pieces.”
“Oh my god! You’re joking?” I look at Thorn, who shrugs.
“It needs to be fair, Goldie. These jerks would eat all of it if not. Just you wait and see,” he replies, standing up and holding his hand out for me. “Let’s have a shower before dinner, maybe a nap.”
“But I’m not sleepy,” I argue just as my mouth opens in a wide yawn, and both guys laugh at me.
“Sure,” Chase says sarcastically, grabbing my journal and his laptop as Thorn tucks my arm into his and leads me back inside.
Bastards.
Though I guess, they are my bastards, and Thorn is right. I’m going to try and stop worrying about what might happen and just focus on what I’ve got now.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“BREATHE” BY TOMMEE PROFITT, FLEURIE
LUNA
Iwake shivering so hard that it feels like my bones will rattle from my body, but instead of the usual chill, it’s like I’m frozen, encased in ice that’s so cold it burns.
“Luna, baby, what’s wrong?” Blade’s deep voice filters into my mind, but it’s like he’s underwater, and I blink in the light of my bedroom, the walls pulsing.
“Shit, her temperature is sky-high,” Chase says after he’s pressed something into my ear. The thermometer, I think. “I’m calling an ambulance.”
“Moonbeam, can you hear us?” Thorn’s face comes into view, but it blinks in and out, like a star that winks and keeps getting covered by a cloud.
“T–Thorn? I–I’m s–so c–cold,” I stutter, trying to reach for the blankets, but my hands can’t find them.
“I know, baby, but that’s because your temperature is dangerously high,” Thorn explains, though my ears feel muffled, his voice static-sounding. “The medics are on their way.”
I blink, and next thing I know, I’m being placed into an ambulance, panic making my heartbeat thrash until Blade squeezes my hand. “I’m here, baby. The others are following.”
Monitors beeping. Too bright lights. Voices urgent above me. Cold hands. Needle stick. Blade’s face swimming into view. His mouth is moving, but I can’t hear him over the rushing in my ears. Darkness edging in. His hand gripping mine. Holding on. Anchoring me.
I blink again, hearing an argument going on in the room with me. Twisting my head feels almost impossible, but I manage it to find all three triplets facing off against Dr. Harrison.
“Our blood is a match, use it,” Blade commands, unmovable, his large arms crossed over his broad chest.
“Take ours,” Thorn adds, and the doctor raises his arms in a placating gesture.
“But we can’t just?—”
“You can and will, Doctor, or I’ll make sure you never practice medicine again,” Chase tells the poor man, whose lips thin, but then he gives them a sharp nod before striding from the room.
I open my lips to tell them to stop being such cavemen, but everything fades to black as they turn around.
My lashes flutter open, the room filled with the soft light of daytime. There’s a figure slumped in the chair next to my bed, and as I shuffle, he sits up. Blade’s face is pale, and he looks fucking exhausted.
“Well, you look like shit,” I sass, my voice is a husky rasp and my body aches like I just went ten rounds with a Mac truck. He laughs, a deep sound that pebbles goosebumps all over my skin.
