Page 27 of Feeding Frenzy (Crimson Coven #3)

TWENTY-SEVEN

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I popped up in bed. A very comfortable, large mattress. I pushed onto my hands, squeezing the plush, flower-embroidered comforter. All I remembered before sunrise dragged me under was Ren putting the car in park in the paved driveway.

A sheer canopy surrounded the king-sized bed placed smack in the middle of the bedroom. I scooted to the edge. Dark brown chestnut colored wood covered the floors. A pair of slippers rested to the side. The exact same as the ones I had back at Crimson Manor, except this pair looked brand new.

I slid the new slippers on and shuffled to the window facing the bed. I moved so fast the sheer black curtains fluttered. They were the same as the sheer of the canopy. Shoving them to the side, I had a clear view through the large, arch-top window framed in black iron.

The same iron framed the lamps interspersed across the sprawling lawn and emitted a soft, yellow light. Past the boundary of them sprawled unending darkness. I inched closer to the window and looked down. The drop was steep. Bone shattering steep. I breathed out and my breath caused fog to condense on the surface.

It looked so quiet and spooky out there. I turned to survey the rest of the bedroom. An archway to my left led to a pristine white bathroom—no door, while the only door was to the furthest right side of the room, on the other side of the bed.

Where were the guys and why was there a pile of clothes next to the door? My heart somersaulted and I hurried to the pile so fast my surroundings blurred. I dropped to my knees. Please, no ash. With my throat excruciatingly tight, I shuffled through the bloody and ripped pile of clothes.

My shoulders lowered, it looked like they just took their clothes off. I exhaled in relief and climbed to my feet. My fingers were a hairsbreadth away from the iron door handle when it clicked down.

“Jax,” I breathed in relief. He quirked an eyebrow. I threw my arms around his waist. Jax tensed and after a beat, his arms pulled me tighter to him. I closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was thinking. That they burned and one of them managed to drag me in here. Or that I’d lost one of them—I didn’t know, all I understood was the gut-wrenching drop of my stomach upon seeing the clothes.

“You okay, Kitten?”

“I’m just happy to see you.” I pulled back to peek up at him. His eyebrows lowered. “What?”

“You’re . . . happy to see me?” He sounded almost offput by my statement. I pursed my lips. Was that bad? I drew back a little more.

“Uh, sorry.” I guess it was a little weird. I hadn’t allowed myself to be soft toward Jax recently. Or maybe affection just made him uncomfortable.

“No.” He caught my hand. “I’ve never had someone happy to see me.” His expression turned chagrined, and the slightest pink flush rose up his neck. “I mean?—”

I slid my arms around his waist again, flushing myself tight to his hard body.

“Where is everyone,” I asked, muffled by his shirt.

“Getting everything settled.” I was glad I didn’t have to take charge of anything like that. A perk of being around centuries old vampires that knew how to handle themselves. Not being relied on to keep things together felt really fucking good. I’d always had to worry about someone. I still did—Peter—but it wasn’t as hard anymore. I had them.

The simple phrase ‘ I had them ’ shouldn’t drown me with such relief, but I couldn’t help it.

“I’m here to feed you.”

As soon as he brought attention to blood, a burn infested my throat.

I pulled back so I didn’t sink my teeth into him. Liquid sloshed and my gaze dropped to the blood bag in his hands. I curled my lip, dropping my arms. I was not a fan of human blood. It didn’t satiate the cravings or taste good.

“No thanks.” His gaze followed mine to the bag in his hand.

“This is for me.” He tossed it on the bed, and it bounced once before the bag settled, blood swishing side to side. Jax grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up in a quick drag. He bared his chest, allowing me the full view of his long torso.

My fangs burst free, and I slapped my palm over my mouth. My eyes dropped to the golden hair trail leading to the waistband of his jeans.

“I don’t . . .” A burn in my gums overtook my words. He looked absolutely delicious. He strode directly toward me. “We should get someone else in here. I don’t know if I can control myself.”

He did not, in fact, stop. He crowded me until my legs hit the bed and I sprawled onto my back.

Using my heels, I slid up on the bed, still trying to get away from him. He placed his knees on the edge of the bed and crawled up. I was trying to keep him safe, for God’s sake.

I licked my lips, and a cut opened on my tongue. My blood was nowhere near as delicious.

“Jax,” I breathed, my eyes wide as his face hovered over mine. I scanned the chiseled line of his jaw.

“Yes, Kitten?” he said gruffly, his accent thicker.

“Are you sure?” I wasn’t sure what I asked about. Choosing me, turning from Imogen, feeding me—maybe it was all of it.

He ran the back of his hand up my jaw until his thumb petted my cheek. There was such warmth and affection in his lapis blue eyes. There had been the slightest hint of it before the urn situation—or because of this elusive ‘ring’ they mentioned to Calliope that day she had us come to her place for that dumb test, but I didn’t buy that for Jax. He’d been holding on to the idea of Imogen.

“If you change your mind again.” I pursed my lips, shaking my head.

“Feed, Kitten.” Jax scratched a thin line at the base of his neck. Blood welled to the surface. I dragged him down, burying my fingers into his hair and pressed my mouth flush to the cut. Upon the first taste, need roared through my veins.

I hooked my arms more securely around his head and opened my legs to cradle him on top of me. His hips gyrated forward, and I snaked my legs around his waist until his shaft rubbed against my core. We simultaneously groaned.

His neck craned to the side allowing me even closer. Every part of the front of my body touched him. I moaned, running my tongue against his skin. He jerked his hips up, driving into my sex.

My fangs burst out and I sank my fangs into his neck. His skin popped satisfyingly, eliciting shivers from me. The rub of my nipples against his chest felt so good, even with clothes between us.

“Fuck. You feel so good,” he groaned in my ear. A hot flush worked though my sex. Even his husky voice made me wet. I gyrated my hips in a circle. The motion rubbed me against the hard seam of his jeans. I cried out against his throat. A bit of his blood trickled out of the corner of my mouth. I pulled back to lick my lips.

Warmth traveled through my veins. He felt so good and tasted even better. Jax’s chest moved up and down in a sharp movement. He cupped my jaw, staring into my eyes.

“Gorgeous, female.” The blood I just took from him filled my cheeks. Jax wasn’t sweet like this.

“What have you done with Jax?”

He chuckled.

“What have you done to him?” The heat on my face didn’t get any better. I opened my mouth to say I didn’t even know, but his lips caught mine. His tongue delved into my mouth and caressed with demanding sweeps. We kissed with the desperation of two lovers coming back together. Tears trickled from the corners of my eyes.

His thumb swiped across the dampness. He hovered over my lips, his sweet breath mingling with mine.

“What is it?” He smoothed his finger over the fresh tears.

“I didn’t think we’d get to be like this anymore,” I whispered huskily.

Jax’s lips turned down and I could see some explanation brewing. But with him, I didn’t want the words, I wanted his actions. Only that would make me believe him. I threw my arms around his shoulders, dragging him back down to my mouth and sank my fang into his lip. Attaching myself to the bleeding wound, I sucked. He moaned, his hips jerking with such force it pushed me higher onto the bed.

He tasted so good. I licked his lip and pulled back burying my mouth into the crevice of his throat. I sank my teeth into him again. He gasped and every bit of his weight settled on me and it felt so good. I pressed my heel into the bed and rolled us with a grunt.

Jax’s eyebrows raised at me, now sat on top of him. I grinned down and moved my hips in a gyrating roll over the thick shaft.

His jaw slackened, eyes sliding shut. Meanwhile, a tremble worked over my sex, driving me close to madness. I tipped my head back and did the same movement. Jax’s palms slid under the oversized shirt, and he yanked with a quick tug, pulling it off like it was paper. The simple bralette I’d been loaned had been a tad too small, so my flesh pushed out against the thin fabric.

Jax wet his lower lip, gaze fixed on my body. He hooked a finger under the strap and tugged. It ripped, splaying open and leaving me bare to his gaze. I shrugged off the scraps of fabric. Jax groaned, his head falling back.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” he hissed. His voice was some far-off buzz in my head. All I could focus on was the column of his neck stained with red. I dropped over his throat and sank into the fleshy bit where his muscle met the base of his neck. The muscle flexed and more blood spilled into my mouth. Jax echoed my moan, and his searching hands dipped into the waistband of my borrowed sweats. He yanked the fabric, and it tore with a satisfying rip.

I slid my hands down his hard stomach and pulled free the button of the jeans. Jax lifted his hips, scooting me high off the bed as he jerked his jeans down. He did it so fast, and now I rested against him, without anything between us.

The steel length of his shaft pressed against my sex. I gasped, gyrating on instinct. A thrill ran up my spine and I moved my hips again. My slippery sex moved against him with ease because of how wet I was. Jax groaned, gripping my hips in his large palms. Sitting on top of him, I stared down at his slack expression. His eyes were slightly glazed, his lips damp and plump from our kissing. The muscles of his chest strained. He was unfairly sexy.

I wanted another bite. I leaned down and sank my fangs into his chest. One suck and I lifted, staring at the leaking wound. Blood dripped down his chest and toward his abdomen in a delicious trail of sin. I leaned down, keeping hold of his gaze and licked the blood. His cock throbbed under me.

Just one more bite. Right above the one I’d already made, I sank my teeth in. That delicious pop exploded in my ears like a rush of adrenaline. My sex throbbed and I gyrated harder on his shaft. The slickness between us grew with each second.

“Mark me, Kitten,” Jax murmured breathlessly. He lay back, watching me from half-lidded eyes. I didn’t need an invitation, but it made me feel better about my perverse craving. He’d noticed it. My face flushed with blood, but I was too far gone in my lust. I sank my fangs into his shoulder.

Another spine-tingling pop.

I gasped, my sex throbbing. I was already about to come, only from biting him. I panted, gazing at the puncture wounds bleeding on his body. Vampire blood was different to human blood. It seemed to move slower upon his skin. Taking its time, as it painted him with trails.

Lifting a little, I gripped the base of his shaft, holding him poised for me to slide onto him. His eyes flared wide and I sank down on him. He grunted, entire body jolting, like I’d stuck him with electricity. He flexed and caused more blood to spill from the punctures in his chest. My channel squeezed his shaft.

He moaned, panting and bucking under me. His lips were parted, offering me flashes of his fangs. He let go for me. I whimpered, bouncing up and down to feel every inch of him.

We moved in a frenzy. A gyrating pile of need.

“ Sn?lla. . . bara s?d?r. . . min ?lskade. Jag behover dig. Alltid ,” he continued muttering until it was a string that I couldn’t pick out word for word, but whatever it was sounded sexy.

My channel pulsed around him, gripping him and tossing me into a mind-bending orgasm. Stars sparked behind my closed eyelids. I couldn’t stop moving on him, grinding, taking, claiming. He shouted and bucked under me. His steel throbbed, releasing jut after jut of cum into my sex. I didn’t know how long I was suspended in the air. My senses returned from the swell, and I sucked in a few breaths.

The magnificent orgasm still caressed my senses. I couldn’t tear my eyes off him. I loved watching him fall apart. He finally looked so free. My heart turned over in my chest. His eyes slitted open and the corner of his mouth twitched.

My fangs nicked my lip. I’d punctured myself.

“Kitten,” Jax grunted. He pushed up, those delicious hard muscles on his stomach flexing. He leaned up and the angle changed the position of his cock. He captured my gasp with his mouth.

His shaft pulsated inside me. He groaned and shuddered, wrenching another aftershock from me.

His body jolted like he’d been electrocuted. He sucked my lip into his mouth with harsh drags. But instead of scaring me, I leaned into him. The tug from his mouth warmed my belly. He pulled back, wound my long hair around his hand, and angled my head to the side, baring my throat to him. I couldn’t move with how tight he grabbed my hair. I panted, waiting. So suddenly, he struck his fangs into my throat.

I screamed, gripping his shoulders hard. My hips wouldn’t stop moving. I thought I’d never feel this staggering pleasure of being bit again, but his bite felt just as good, if not more so.

“Jax,” I whimpered, grinding down, taking every inch of his cock. Pleasure emitted from my neck where he fed from me and from where he claimed my sex. Thoughts evaporated.

I couldn’t tell where he ended, and I began.

I rode the wave of release, while his cock seized inside my channel.

“Catalina. Fuck,” he muttered gruffly against my neck. “Kitten,” he groaned. He continued muttering more in his language, but I was lost to the aftershock throbs of his spasming cock flaring mine to life. The orgasm settled into a lulling pleasure. Jax released his hold on my hair and dropped onto his back with a loud gasp.

I flopped onto my back, my head hanging off the edge of the bed. His cock slipped from my sex, releasing liquid down the inside of my thighs. My hair fluttered around me in a wavy mess. His hold had been what kept me upright, because I’d become boneless.

“I should be the one calling you Kitten,” I mumbled. “Or Binx.” Every inch of my body had electricity running through it, in overload. His taste lingered on my tongue and the side of my neck felt sensitive.

God, I felt like I rode a wave.

“You can call me whatever you want, Kitten.”

I grinned up at the ceiling. I’d expected him to take off running, but he lay on the bed, our legs tangled with each other.

The door slammed against the wall. I peeked through my slitted eyelids and lazily met Bastien’s red eyes. He tensed at the threshold.

“Bastien? Are you okay?” I would get up, but I couldn’t seem to move my body.

A change flickered over his features incrementally, like he fought to keep the madness at bay. Ultimately, it won.

He was suddenly on me, his fangs sinking into my shoulder. I yelped, more from shock than pain. His knees thumped on the floor, lowering his position and allowing him to nuzzle into my neck. I sank my fingers into his long hair. His hands slid across my body, and he palmed my breasts in his big hands. I arched my spine toward his touch. Jax moved and the bed bounced. Hands not belonging to Bastien pried my thighs open. I was achy and wet.

“Jax, w-wait.” He did not wait. A tongue licked the inner side of my thighs. He licked up, closer to my sex, then repeated the motion. He was cleaning our need. Bastien sucked another drag from my neck, wrenching my mind into a blissful fog.

It felt like a crime to be this turned on. Bastien palmed my breasts, and his tongue flicked across the wound. In the same breath, he bit me again.

I screamed, closing my legs around Jax’s head. His mouth fastened on my pulsating clit. He flicked his tongue against it.

My toes curled. I didn’t know where I ended, and they began.

“What the fuck!”

Bastien yanked his fangs from my neck. He whirled, hissing. I rolled to my side, avoiding kneeing Jax in the temple, and sat up to face the door.

Jax’s palm smoothed down my back, petting me.

Asher stood at the threshold, slack jawed.

I followed his gaze down my body. Blood from my neck trickled between my breasts.

“I want in,” Asher hissed. He tore his shirt off, so quickly, and then his pants were shucked to the side, in the next moment. Moving that fast had to be a skill. I barely saw more than a blur.

My eyes dropped to his swelled shaft. A vein throbbed along the side of the piercings. I was off the bed before my thoughts caught up with me.