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I logged into a streaming account I’d created this morning.

“The fastest way to learn about changes.” I typed away. “Is to watch recent media.” Bastien returned to the edge of the desk and began to assemble some metal thing—a microscope?

I scooted over to his side and angled the screen of the computer toward him. So, as he worked, we watched a show.

That was how Ren found us.

“What is this trash?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Hey!” I scowled.

“It’s not terrible,” Bastien drawled, shrugging. I elbowed him.

“Admit you love it.”

Bastien suddenly bowed forward. A piece of hair slipped from the tie pulling it back and caressed his cheek.

I reached out to touch his shoulder. He whipped his head toward me with a snarl and lashed his arm around my waist with my back to his front. He dragged me to him, hissing at Ren. The vial of blood in the little stand tipped over and began to roll. Ren caught it before it shattered.

Bastien sank his fangs into the side of my neck. I gasped, the rush of endorphins hitting me like a truck. I could feel every inch of his body pressed up against me. His hard shaft shoved against my back. Bastien removed his fangs from my neck and slammed them into my shoulder. Liquid dripped down my collar bone.

Ren’s eyes flashed red, and he was in my face, burrowing into the side of my neck and biting. I screamed, jolting between them.

Clothing tore, and my shirt was gone. A cock pressed against my ass and then lower, seeking my core. He gripped the back of my neck and smushed my cheek against Ren’s chest. Bastien thrust, seating himself deep inside me. I grunted from the quick thrust.

Ren braced me, hooking his arm under my knees and spread me wide. I cried out at the change of angle. His other hand went to his jeans, and he yanked. He guided himself to my sex.

He worked his tip inside me. My channel throbbed around Bastien, and the fit became tighter than it already was. I was so wet I easily took them. I hissed a breath out between my fangs. I hadn’t noticed when they’d popped out.

I sank my fingers into Ren’s shoulder, writhing between them as Bastien continued thrusting. He sank his fangs into myneck again and licked up the side, lapping up my blood. It felt so good.

I shuddered, my body trembling. Ren groaned and when he opened his eyes, the red had faded. He pumped into me, not withdrawing as much as Bastien. I sank my teeth into my lip and opened a gash with my fang. Ren leaned forward, caught my mouth and soothed the sting with his tongue.

An orgasm crashed through me and my channel throbbed around them, as if trying to take them deeper. I cried out, riding the wave of release.

I ground on them, frenzied with lust.

They didn’t stop and I took every thrust—happily.

I forgotthe room was connected to the kitchen with only a slab of door; a thick, sound proofed one, but it’d been left cracked open.

Damn Ren.

Damien, Violet, Laney, Talia, and Baron stared. I froze, the door slamming shut behind me. I blinked. No way. They hadn’t heard us. Had they? I mean maybe the door was just opened before I came out? I was going to spiral.

“Let’s take the curiosity off the table.” Baron grinned.

“We heard you,” Violet said.

My face warmed.

“That’s my cue to exit,” I choked out and hurried away. I was going so fast I almost slammed into Sydney. I wove around her and headed out the front door. I put my hand up toward Asher as he turned into the foyer. “Alone time.” I heard him ask the others what they’d done to me before I was too far to hear anything more.

I zoomed out onto the asphalt and across the sprawling lawn surrounding the mansion. I hadn’t had a chance to see the house from outside. Once I was well away from the front door and anyone that could potentially come out, I turned.

The style was very similar to the last one and I had no doubt that wasn’t an accident. Gothic iron windows curving to a point at the top. The front spanned flatter and wider as opposed to upward.

My large window was one of two and the room on the second floor showed movement from within. I squinted. There was a lot of flashes of pink. A slim form crossed the window. That must be where Baron stayed or had placed the others.