Page 15 of Marked by the Pack (Crooked Point #2)

Friday

Zoey

I wasn’t sure if Otto would come again tonight. But I hoped he would. I’d fallen asleep in his arms last night before I could ask him some very important questions.

Like…were we dating now?

Was I dating Otto, Ace, and Huxley all at once?

Could he actually keep me safe from vampires?

I tried to ignore King’s warning all day.

But now that I was at home, I found myself Googling supernatural creatures.

Angels, centaurs, demons, devils, dragons, fairies, ghosts…

the list was endless. But there was one common thread.

Most of them were really, really bad. And I had a feeling that whatever supernatural creatures appeared once a vampire moved to town wouldn’t be angels.

I clicked on an article about Dracula and scanned it.

What the hell? He wasn’t even a vampire.

He was just a guy who loved impaling people.

Why did he impale people up their butthole?

It seemed entirely unnecessary. Was Vlad just really into butt stuff?

I personally wasn’t, so to me impaling people was probably worse than sucking blood.

Gah, what was I doing?

I did not need to do more research and freak myself out even more.

What I needed was to talk to Elias. He was supposed to be doing all this research for me.

If I was lucky, he’d even have a PowerPoint presentation.

He’d done that one time for me when he was trying to teach me the cons of eating too much potassium every night.

Hopefully this presentation would be more enlightening.

Because I hadn’t taken his potassium concerns seriously.

Although if my heart ever started racing and I threw up everywhere, I now knew the cause.

I pulled on my wig and bunny mask. I lowered the robe around my shoulders to reveal my push-up bra. But I immediately pulled it back up. Ace had bitten down on my shoulder yesterday as he came. And I had a bite mark on my shoulder. It was really hot, but I didn’t think my clients would think so.

Not that I was really worried about them tonight. I turned on all my lights, mics, and computers. But I didn’t bother to adjust the angles or get into a super sexy position on my bed. I was a woman on a mission. I entered my livestream.

And I waited.

And waited.

But Elias was a no show. Again. At first I was annoyed. But the longer I waited…I was starting to get worried about him.

I clicked into a private session with Grudge.

“What’s up?” Grudge said with his mouth full. He was finishing off a burrito. He licked his thumb and then downed one of the energy drinks on his desk.

“Are you done?”

“If I want to pay you to watch me eat…isn’t that a win for you? ”

I laughed. “Honestly, yes. But I have another favor to ask.”

“You decided to move in after all? I knew you would. Check this out.” He reached off screen and pulled another chair into the frame. “I have a chair for you and everything.”

“I’m not moving in with you.”

“But I have a sick view.”

“Of what?” Grudge had enough money to afford a really nice place. But he didn’t seem like the beach type. He was much too pale. Maybe he was in the mountains? Although he didn’t look outdoorsy either…

He gestured to himself. “Me. I’m the view, hot stuff. You’re going to want to see me in person.”

I laughed. “Tempting.”

“I know, right? So how’s the vampire issue? I see you’re still alive, so that’s good.”

“And you already knew I was alive because you’re spying on me.”

He shrugged. “Speaking of which…did you have a visitor last night? I heard the TV on and some muffled voices. But it was hard to make out what you were saying over the TV.”

“Stop listening to me.”

“What?” he said and adjusted his headphones. “I gotta get a new pair of these. They keep cutting out.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll let you keep listening and watching, but you owe me a million favors.”

“I’m listening now.”

“One of my regulars is missing. And I need you to find him.”

“Elias12492 or KingOfTheDead? ”

I stared at him. “How could you possibly know that?”

“Do you want my help or not?”

God, what didn’t he have access to? “It’s Elias12492.

He’s usually on every weeknight. But he’s been missing ever since I asked him to do some research on vampires.

I feel like something weird is going on.

I just…don’t know what. But now I’m worried something’s happened to him.

Can you find him? And just make sure he’s okay? ”

“Anything else you know about him?”

“He’s always wearing a suit and glasses. I think he probably has a pretty good job. And I’m also almost positive that his name really is Elias. And that he was born on January 24 th , 1992.”

“What is with you people and using your birthdays for things?”

“You people? My birthday is used privately. I’m not blasting it all over like Elias.”

“If you come live with me, I can blast something all over you.” He winked at me.

“Ha. Ha.”

Grudge leaned back in his chair and stared at me. His shirt looked extra wrinkly today and I wondered how long he’d been up.

“Anything else you know?” he asked.

“He’s really smart. That’s all I know, really.”

“Hmm… Why do you think he never asks to see your tits?”

“Grudge!” Why did he pretend not to know anything about Elias when he seemed to know everything?

“What? It’s weird that the two of you only talk. He’s definitely up to something shady. ”

Yeah…I was almost as worried about that as I was worried about Elias’ safety. “You don’t always ask to see me naked.”

“And who says I’m not up to something shady?” He smiled at me.

I knew he was. He was spying on me. But it had also come in handy recently, so I didn’t mind.

Something clattered against my window.

I couldn’t even hide the smile that spread across my face. “I gotta go. Try to find that info about Elias by tomorrow night, okay?”

“But you haven’t even flashed me yet.”

Another rock hit my window.

“What was that noise?” Grudge asked. “Is someone breaking in again?”

I smiled. “No. Please don’t turn off my lights. I invited someone over.”

“Who?” Grudge lowered his eyebrows. “The same guy from last night?”

“What? Sorry. You’re breaking up.” I made static noises like he’d done to me the other night as I shut off my computer.

I pulled off my wig and bunny mask. I’d tell Otto about my real job eventually. But eventually wasn’t today. I pushed the window open and smiled down at him. He had another box of doughnuts. I was pretty sure he was trying to win my heart.

“Front door?” he called up to me. “Or can I climb up tonight?”

“Front door.”

“If you’re sure...”

I laughed. “I’m sure.” I closed the window, pulled my robe tighter around myself, and checked my makeup in the mirror. Otto had caught me looking like a hermit person last night. But I wanted to look good for him now.

I hurried downstairs, being careful to be quiet. I loved Emma, but I didn’t want a third wheel tonight. Unless the third was Huxley or Ace. I opened the door.

Otto’s eyes scanned down my body. “You dressed up for me.”

I mean…kind of. I’d done it for all my online men too. But I’d been thinking about Otto when I grabbed my best push-up bra. I nodded.

“Hmm…” He reached out, his fingers playing with the sash around my robe. “I don’t really think you need this.” He kicked the door closed behind him.

“You don’t, huh?” I grabbed the box of doughnuts from him. “Last night when you showed up you had recently exerted yourself.” I tried to hide my smile as I pulled out a Boston cream doughnut. I took a huge bite.

“Well I haven’t done that today.”

“Oh? You didn’t jerk off in the shower to the image of me with Huxley’s cock in my mouth?” I took another bite of the doughnut.

Otto lowered his eyebrows as he stared at me. “No.”

I wanted Otto to devour me. It was fun being with all three of the guys yesterday, but I hadn’t gotten to feel any of them inside of me.

And it was all I could think about. Well, that and other scary supernatural creatures descending on my town.

But I preferred thinking about getting railed.

“Ah, that’s because you were picturing my hand in Ace’s pants instead? ”

He lowered his eyebrows even more. “No. ”

“Hmm. Oh, I know. You were fantasizing about me with Bennett…”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence, because he smushed my doughnut right into my face.

I coughed as the cream dripped down my chin and onto my breasts.

Otto laughed and let the doughnut fall to the floor.

“You are so dead.” I reached into the box and grabbed another doughnut.

But he ducked before I could smash it against his face. And he somehow grabbed another and threw it at me.

It hit my left boob. “Excuse you.” Oh, it was so on. I grabbed two doughnuts and lunged for him. But I slipped in the mess on the floor.

He tried to catch me, but we both toppled over. The doughnuts squashed between us as we fell.

Otto started laughing, his body heavy on top of mine.

And I took his momentary distraction to retaliate. I grabbed a doughnut from the ground and smashed it right against his cheek.

He grabbed my hand and pulled it down between us, placing my hand around his length. “If you make a mess on me. I get to make a mess on you.”

Technically he’d started it. If anything, I should be making a mess all over his face. But I’d done that last night. And tonight I wanted him. I wrapped my hand tighter around him.

“Fuck, Zoey.”

I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips down to mine.

The kiss was even sweeter than the doughnut.

There was something about chocolate and Boston cream that really did something to me.

I smeared the mess down the side of his neck as he smeared some down the front of my chest. He unknotted my robe and his hand moved even lower.

But he stopped a second before dipping his fingers beneath my thong.

He leaned back and tore his t-shirt off. His Adam’s apple rose and fell as he stared down at me.

Jesus. It was one thing seeing his defined pecs through his t-shirt. It was another entirely to actually see him. My eyes wandered down his six pack and happy trail. His sweatpants weren’t hiding anything from me though. I reached out again, but he grabbed my hand.

He lifted it above my head, pinning it against the floor.

“I’m not coming in my pants, Zoey. You have two choices.” He reached out with his free hand. He ran his thumb through some of the chocolate on my cheek and put it in my mouth. “Here.”

I swirled my tongue around his thumb.

He cursed under his breath and pulled his thumb out. He slowly trailed it between my breasts. His fingers splayed across my stomach for a moment before his hand slid lower. “Or…” He slipped his thumb that had just been in my mouth inside my wetness. “Here.”

It was the second time he’d asked me to tell him what I wanted. And it was even hotter this time. “Fuck me.”

He slowly leaned back over me. Like a predator stalking his prey.

My heart pounded against my ribcage as he pulled my thong down. I heard the rip of foil, but I was too focused on his hazel eyes to even care .

“See, Zoey. I don’t need to jerk off to you when I can do this instead.” He thrust inside of me.

God, I was right. He was longer than anyone I’d ever been with. And one thrust already had me close to the edge. He moved his hips. He was as good with his cock as he was with his tongue.

“And if I did jerk off to an image of you in my head…I’d be picturing my cock in your mouth. Or you reaching into my pants. Or your tight little pussy around me .”

I moaned.

He licked the chocolate cream off the side of my jaw. “So fucking sweet.”

I buried my fingers into his hair.

He grabbed my free hand and pinned it down next to my other.

“I don’t mind sharing you, Zoey. But for at least tonight…you’re mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I panted.

“Just us.” He leaned forward and kissed the bite mark Ace had left on my shoulder.

Fuck.

He moved his hips faster.

I tried to move my hands. I wanted to touch him.

But he just tightened his grip on me. I was completely at his mercy. And I was loving every fucking second of it.

God, just like that. I wrapped my legs around him.

He groaned as he licked more of the chocolate off my breasts. Otto was a freaking genie with his tongue. He swirled his tongue around my nipple. The sensation made a shiver run down my spine.

“Otto…I… ”

“Say my name when you come.” His teeth tugged on my hard nipple.

“Otto!” Fuck. “Otto!” I clenched around him.

He groaned, riding out my orgasm. His chest was rising and falling fast. I knew he was about to come.

But instead of thrusting faster, he pulled out of me. He let go of my hands.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I propped myself up on my elbows.

He didn’t reply. He just pulled the condom off, tossed it to the side, and wrapped his hand around his length. His hazel eyes locked with mine as he stroked himself.

I didn’t know whether to look into his eyes or stare at his hard cock.

He groaned and his first shot of cum landed between my breasts. Another and another mixed with the doughnut chocolate and cream on my stomach.

“You’re mine,” he said.

He hadn’t left a mark on my skin like Ace had. But I still felt marked. I’m yours. Even as I thought it though, I heard his words from earlier: “For at least tonight…you’re mine.”

Tonight. Just one night. Because he was sharing me with Huxley and Ace.

And I was pretty sure I belonged to all three of them.