Page 947 of One More Kiss

Odessa

Draven’s wordsecho in my mind. Fuck. As simple as that. I give myself to them and my bloodlust disappears. It’s simple, yet such a big ask.

“And after? What will happen?” I ask, fisting my hands behind my back.

“We’ll be mates. Your bloodlust will recede and we can decide what we want for the rest of eternity,” Theron says, running his fingertips up my arm. It’s hard to think about him so close.

“What if I don’t want to be with you all? What if I want the bloodlust gone and then leave?”

It was worth it to be truthful with them. I didn’t want this next part to start like the first. The deception ruined us, and if we’re about to move forward, I want to make it clear I still have a choice.

“The mate bond won’t let you,” Draven growls.

“We’ll do what you wish,” Julius says, giving Draven a side eye.

“You promise? I don’t know what will happen after, but I might need time. You gave me no choice the first time. Now I’m asking you for it. A chance to set me free. And if I come back, I’ll know we were meant to be together.”

Draven steps forward, but Julius cuts him off. “We promise. It will be hard for us, but we’ll make it work until you’re ready.”

Relief washes over me even as Draven’s face hardens. He walks to the fridge in the corner by another door and pulls out a pitcher of blood, pouring us all a glass.

He gives one to each of us, “To getting you back,” he grits out, raising his glass.

We clink and I sip, but it isn’t what I want right now. I think back to the first time I tasted each of them and my core lights with pleasure. I want to feel them inside of me with my fangs in their throats.

“Are you ready for us?” Theron asks.

“Yes. Let’s… mate.”

It sound clinical, but I can’t say make love and fuck sounds icky. I was never the fuck kind of girl.

Julius kisses me first, his callus hands sliding up my chin to grip the back of my neck, tilting it up so he can deepen his access. His tongue finds mine and I moan into the contact. He tastes amazing, like spearmint and vanilla. A contrast from the blood we just sipped. I wonder what his blood would taste like now.

Theron steps behind me and unzips my dress. His hands slide down the material as he grazes every inch of my exposed skin. I break the kiss to find where Draven went, and I see him spread eagle on the couch, a dark look in his eyes.

“Strip her,” he growls.

I face him with a smirk, and shimmy out of the dress myself. “You should know by now I’m bad at taking directions.”

The flex of his jaw and the clenching of his fist tell me how much he wants to see me submit.

I stand before them in a black lace bra and matching thong. I knew what I was doing when I put it on. My skin is flawless now, milky white in the glow of the lamps. I keep the heels on as I walk toward him.

The others linger back, watching my every move. I hook my finger into the back of my bra and pop it open. My boobs try to escape, but I hold them in with my arm.

Draven leans forward, but I shake my head. I spin, giving him my back before I drop the bra to the floor. Julius and Theron’s eyes go right to where I want them before I put my fingers into the sides of my thong.

A wickedness falls over me as I relish in the power this is giving me. Bending at the waist, I slowly remove the thin material down my legs.

This time Draven’s growl is loud enough to shake the posts of the bed. I smile to myself before I walk toward Theron and Julius. Both accepting me in between them.

It’s Theron’s turn to invade my mouth while Julius plays with my breasts. I lean back into him and groan in the pleasure of both of them touching me at the same time.

Theron breaks the kiss and kneels down in front of me, his eyes not leaving mine. He throws my leg over my shoulder before he kisses my thighs. I clench in anticipation.

“I can’t wait to see how you taste. I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks. It’s been so hard sparring with you, getting your sweet scent in my nose and not being able to devour you.”

He traces his finger up and down my folds lightly as Julius grips my chin to kiss me again. I nip his lip and a bead of blood hits my tongue.

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