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Story: Dancing With Death

I laugh as he scoops me into his arms and rushes up the stairs.

Chapter Eight

Audrey

IcanhearBrendenandWraith thundering behind us—neither of them using their ability to beat us to the bedroom.

As soon as he has the door open, Donovan launches me across the room and onto the bed. I can’t help the scream that falls from my mouth—not that I thought I’d hit the ground. It’s just that I had no warning. It’s a little scary to go from being cuddled in your mate’s arms to flying through the air.

My breath is knocked from me as my back hits the bed. I lean on my elbows, watching as Wraith and Brenden nudge Donovan out of the doorway. All three of my mates prowl toward the bed, stripping off their shirts and then their pants.

I lick my lips because my mates are hot as hell. Donovan, with his messy platinum blond hair, wide shoulders, and rippling muscles. Wraith, with his black hair, beard, bronzed skin, and swimmer’s build. Brenden, with his messy brown hair, slender build, tattoos, and sexy-as-hell nose and eyebrow piercings. They couldn’t be more different if they tried.

And Fates above, those cocks. I got really lucky in the size department with them—even if Donovan pushes all my limits. Especially when you add in his knot, but fuck, I wouldn’t give it up for anything.

And they’re all fucking mine.

I rip off my shirt and bra, never taking my eyes off them. By the time my fingers find the button of my leather pants—I never bothered changing out of the outfit I donned for my first reap—they’re all climbing onto the bed with me.

Wraith knocks away my hand. “Let me, trouble.”

Brenden leans in for a kiss as Wraith undoes my pants, hissing when he realizes I’m bare beneath them.

Yeah, this girl isn’t going to have panty lines with her leather pants. Thanks, but no thanks.

Wraith bites my hip as Brenden breaks away. My eyes find him easily as he slides down my body so he can undo my boots and toss them to the side. My pants quickly follow the same path.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Donovan moans as he leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth.

My back arches off the bed, my hand going to his head as I bite back a moan. A squeak escapes me when a hand slaps the inside of my thigh.

“What the fuck was that for?” I growl at Wraith as he smirks.

Arrogant asshole.

“Don’t hold back your sounds. We want to hear how good we make you feel. Don’t we?”

Donovan hums against my tit while Brenden nods his agreement.

Rolling my eyes, I release my bottom lip. “Fine. Now, I want you to fuck me.”

“I like how you think you’re the one in charge,” Wraith says with a laugh, his hands clamping around my thighs. “But don’t worry, mate, we’ll take good care of you. You just lie back and enjoy the pleasure we bring you.”

I want to argue with him like the brat I am but decide against it. “Okay, Daddy.”

Wraith’s eyes burn with molten lava as a shiver runs down his spine.

Now, it’s my turn to smirk. “I knew you liked it.”

“Yes, brat. I like it very much, which surprises me.” He glances at Donovan, who has lifted his head away from my tits. “Don’t get any ideas, pet. Neither you nor Brenden are to call me that. It’s for Audrey only—and only in the bedroom, trouble. Do you hear me?”

“As if I want to call you Daddy outside of the bedroom, Wraith.” I roll my eyes.

Wraith smacks the inside of both my thighs this time, and I mewl. The pain quickly turns to pleasure. My cunt is needy and wet as it pulses around nothing.

“Be a good girl for Daddy, and he’ll make sure you get everything you want,” Wraith says as he rubs his hands over my thighs, soothing the last bite of pain.

I find myself nodding without thinking about it. I enjoy being called a good girl—I definitely have both a praise kink and a daddy kink. Luckily, Wraith seems to share that particular kink.