Page 46 of Feeding Frenzy (Crimson Coven #3)

FORTY-SIX

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I swiped the back of my hand across my eyes. One of Calliope’s vampires wielded a vacuum, and the loud hum sucked up the ash littering the foyer. Laney and Damien didn’t deserve to be vacuumed up. Nor did the humans Imogen brought to attack us deserve to be stuffed in the back of a van to be disposed of. Knowing her, she’d compelled all of them.

“You already informed the people that care for them?” I whispered.

“My emotional Little One,” Bastien murmured, smoothing his hand over my hair. During the attack, Bastien had been bound outside, wrapped in chains. He believed Imogen’s intention was to take him captive. We would never know for sure.

“There was no one for them—for us,” Violet said. “We were each other’s family. That’s why we came here for shelter.” She sounded so sad. I walked over to her and squeezed her arm. She’d lost a lot. Violet refocused on the line up of dead bodies littering the floor. The clean-up had already begun before I’d come downstairs.

Tobias approached with quick steps and stopped in front of me.

“The contractors we hired to build a garage in the back, will be here soon. Is there anything you want changed?”

“A garage for the cars, huh.”

“Raining season is no joke,” Asher huffed, entering the foyer.

“Priorities,” I mumbled, shaking my head.

“We have lived through a lot of loss, Love.” Tobias smoothed his hand down the back of my head.

A loud sniffle dragged my attention over to Talia as she careened around the corner. Talia ran at Asher, bloody tears streaming down her face. He yanked me in front of him, using me as a barrier, like Jax had done before. She smacked into me and clung to my neck. “You’re not dead,” she sobbed into my chest. I glared at him over my shoulder. At least this time I hadn’t come out injured.

I stood with my arms at my side, letting her sob into me. She shuddered and let me go, stepping back and swiping the back of her hand across her face. My fangs had burst free, and I kept my lips shut, so it wouldn’t be obvious.

“Speaking of priorities, you need to feed more.” Asher bopped me on the nose with his fingertip.

“I got it,” Ren announced, and suddenly I was tossed over his shoulder. My face swung near his lower back and his shoulder dug into my stomach. I grunted with his swaying strides.

“You could have just asked me to follow you,” I grumbled.

“You needed a pick-me-up.”

I hesitated.

“Are you making a joke?”

Ren only grunted. As he climbed up the steps, his shoulder dug harder into my stomach.

I smacked his back.

“Put me down.”

He smacked my butt in answer.

“No.”

I scoffed and clenched my teeth. Oh, bet. I yanked his shirt up and sank my fangs into his side.

Ren grunted and hissed. His blood flooded my mouth, and I swallowed it down. The sweet taste I could never get tired of warmed my stomach, assuaging the burn in my throat.

Ren cursed and he gripped my waist with his two hands. I yanked my teeth out before he tore me off him and made me hurt him. He squeezed me to his chest, trapping my arms as he knocked the door open.

“You want to be rough?” he said gruffly. “I’ll show you how rough I can be.” That evil smile was the last thing I saw as he turned me on the bed facedown.

His voice sent ripples through my belly.

“Maybe you should,” I dared him.

Ren groaned, shuddering against me. His zipper sounded and his hard cock pressed against me.

“Naughty girl,” he groaned and clenched my waist harder until he ground against my covered ass. The rough grind elicited shivers.

His palm smoothed up my back, taking my shirt along for the ride.

Taking hold of my hair, he pulled my head back until my neck strained. I tried to move but couldn’t. He had me securely stuck.

His fingers delved into the waistband of my slacks, and he tugged it down, until I was bare.

His thick tip prodded my sex and with one pump, he was fully inside me. I hissed a breath out.

“Ren,” I moaned and in answer his shaft throbbed inside me. He kept hold of my hair and guided me to the wrist he held to my mouth. I sank my fangs into his wrist and sucked on his blood. My eyelashes fluttered shut. Dear God, he tasted good.

He angled my head to the side and sank into the side of my throat. I moaned against his wrist and his hips jerked forward, grinding inside my sex.

“Ohhh.” Asher appeared, sprawling across the bed beside me. Asher’s eyes scanned how I was bent over. Ren slammed into me again. Asher grinned. “Sexy.”

He ripped the front of his shirt and buttons went flying. The white blouse-like shirt spread open, baring him to me. The dips of his abs were fully on display. My channel clamped on Ren.

“Fffffuck,” Ren hissed from behind me and slammed both hands on the bed, corralling me.

Asher’s eyebrows raised. “Oh, you like my body?”

I squeezed the comforter.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Asher unbuttoned his pants, and his cock bobbed free.

My eyes were attached to his length. Cum beaded at the tip. I rolled my lips into my mouth, hungry for him.

He slid his hand down his pierced shaft. My clit pulsated and Ren grunted.

“Yes, grip me like that.” He groaned again. My sex flexed around him. I dropped my head forward, panting. His palm came down on my butt and he rammed into me at the same time.

“Touch yourself,” I panted, not taking my eyes off Asher, as Ren continued to fuck me.

The corner of his lips twitched upward.

Asher gripped his pierced shaft, running his hand from the top of his cock, down to the base. His neck stretched and his abdomen flexed, making the muscles on his stomach strain. He was so sexy. I whimpered. Ren withdrew his shaft until only the tip was inside me. He slammed into me so hard I could feel it in my throat.

Every nerve ending spiked with pleasure. I moaned, thrashing under Ren.

I was happy in my little corner of the world and no would take them from me.