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Liz

STUPID SPIDERS

F inally, after what felt like forever, I was able to trap that stupid spider under a cup. Usually, I wasn’t the type of girl to get squeamish or hysterical at the sight of a creepy crawly, but with all the stress of the last few days and the way this giant spider came out of nowhere and was suddenly on the edge of my glass, I must have lost my damn mind.

Standing at the sink for a moment, looking at my little captive, I laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. I screamed like a banshee because a spider spooked me. If it had been my sister, I would have mocked her relentlessly for days for being so silly.

“What is it?” Cal said, zooming into the room. “Who hurt you? Who—”

“What happened?” Brock and Malik came bursting through the back door.

All three men stood in my kitchen, panting, looking for a fight. Cal’s fangs had dropped, Brock had water swirling in his palm, and smoke came from Malik’s nose while his fists were clutched into tight fists raised, ready to defend me.

“Guys, this is so embarrassing—”

“Are you hurt?” Malik cut me off, grabbing me by the hips and running his hands over me, looking for what I assumed was blood or some kind of wound. I didn’t mind his hands on me as much as I should have. Truth be told, I didn’t mind them at all. I’d missed them the last few days. I liked the way it felt when he touched me. His touch was rough and manly and made me a little weak in the knees. It made me wonder if he would be this rough as a lover. Would he be the kind of man that picked me up and moved me into whatever position he wanted me in? Would he leave finger-sized bruises on my hips?

My god, I hoped so.

What was wrong with me? I went from a perfectly normal respectful woman to a cat in heat any time these men were around.

“Move,” Cal barked, grabbing me and pulling me from Malik’s hands. “I don’t smell blood, but I heard you scream. What happened? Are you okay? Who hurt you?”

I was going to answer him, but Malik pulled me back into his arms and growled at Cal. He actually growled. It was a low, deep warning that I should not have found incredibly sexy.

“Don’t touch her,” Malik said, and I was caught between two huge, muscular men.

“Guys, it was just a spider. It startled me, and I guess I’m a little on edge.” I tried to break up the fight, but they were too busy glowering at each other to listen.

“Oh, for the love of all that is holy,” Brock said, rolling his eyes. “I think they just need to bang and work this alpha male shit out. What about you, princess?”

I smirked at Brock, and his eyes showed a little glimmer of mischief.

“What are you up to?” I mouthed as Cal and Malik argued over me, each of them with their hands on me.

“Hey, Liz, do you know what to do when two alpha males are fighting over you?”

I shook my head and bit my lip, expecting him to say something funny like “duck” or helpful, like “back away slowly and don’t make any sudden movements.”

Instead, he gave me a saucy wink and pushed himself between the others. He grabbed me by the nape of my neck and ran his thumb over my throat, sending sparks of electricity over my skin.

“You pick the third.” He pulled me into his arms, tilted my chin up, and pressed his lips to mine. Brock’s kiss was surprisingly tender and set my body on fire. His tongue flicked at my lips, begging for entrance, which I happily gave.

The second I gave an inch, he took a mile.

His hands wrapped around my back and then moved down my body to my ass, giving it a tight squeeze. He let out a low groan as he devoured me.

“What the fuck?” someone said and Brock ignored them.

So I did too. When my lungs were burning from starvation and a few other body parts burned with need, I broke the kiss. Brock’s eyes were blown wide as he looked down at me like I was a drug and he needed his next fix.

“Where is Leif?” he asked.

“When Amelia left, he went to a friend’s to play.”

“Good,” Brock kissed me again, ignoring complaints from Cal and Malik. When he broke the kiss this time, he guided me to Malik.

“Do you want this, angel?” Malik asked, his eyes heavy as he looked down at me.

“Please.” The words barely passed my lips before he was on me. His kiss was different; it was demanding, claiming, and wild. Kissing Malik was like tasting raw power and fire. He set my heart racing, and my blood felt like it was boiling.

When he pulled away from me, I saw Cal kissing Brock, which was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Cal pulled Brock’s hair back, forcing him to tilt his head at the perfect angle.

Watching them made my heart race and Malik moved behind me and started kissing my neck, his hands staying firmly on my hips, but his touch made warmth spread through my entire body. I wanted more.

My back arched as I lifted onto my toes and tilted my head, giving him better access.

Sparks of pleasure pulsed down my body as Malik kissed the sensitive skin of my throat, his lips scorching a trail over my shoulders, then back again.

“Calmed down now?” Brock asked as he broke the kiss with Cal. Cal growled a little, and Brock pushed his chin, forcing Cal to look at me. “Do you see how her pupils are wide, her breaths are coming in rapid pants, making her chest rise and fall? Don’t you want her? I want her. The dragon wants her. And she wants us. I think she even craves us. Will you be the man who stops her from getting what she wants?”

“Fuck, no,” Cal said before taking a long step and stealing a kiss. I gave him everything in that kiss, remembering how good it felt when he drank from me and when he touched me. Malik’s fingers tightened on my hips, making everything so much hotter.

“Let’s take her to Cal’s room. He has the biggest bed,” Brock said. At least, I think it was Brock, since he was the only one whose mouth wasn’t on me. My head swam with sensations, and I struggled to sort through them and my thoughts. It was easier just not to think. For the moment, I wasn’t going to over analyze. I was allowing myself to be selfish and take whatever these incredibly tempting men could deliver.

I could overthink this later when I’d convinced myself it was a dream and had never actually happened.

Cal pulled me out of Malik’s arms and used his vampire speed to take me to his room, leaving the door open behind him.

“Last chance, sweet girl,” Cal said gently. “Say no, and this all stops. Say yes, and we will make you feel so good.” He looked deep into my eyes and pressed my body to his. “Before you answer, you should know that once we get a taste, we will never let go. You are meant to be ours.

An intelligent woman would hesitate. A good Christian woman would probably say no immediately. I was a dumb heathen. The word ‘yes’ flew past my lips so fast I wasn’t even sure I had registered the whole question.

“Good girl,” Cal whispered before retaking my lips in another intense, claiming kiss.

I didn’t hear the others enter the room, but the energy shifted as they did. The room got hotter, and the air was charged. Every single touch felt electric, especially when Malik came up behind me and slid his hands under my shirt to touch my low belly. My core clenched, and I let out a sinful long moan against Cal’s lips.

His hands traveled up my curves to my breasts, cradling them over my bra. Cal broke the kiss long enough for Malik to remove my shirt, and I leaned back, resting against his bare chest. Cal unbuttoned his shirt, showing off toned abs that looked like they were made of marble, his skin so pale it almost seemed to glow in the dim light.

Malik’s hands went to my chest again, squeezing my tits through the lace before his fingers worked on the front clasp. He removed it quickly and let it slide to the floor. Cal’s red eyes glowed for a moment, and he kissed my collar and worked his way down the center of my body, licking and kissing a tantalizing line down my body.

When he dropped to his knees, I saw Brock sitting on the chair, his shirt also off, his hand running along the thick, hard ridge of his cock. I’d never seen anyone look so calm and so hungry at the same time.

I licked my lips, and he shot me a wink and mouthed the word ‘soon.’

Brock liked to watch. That was good to know.

I liked him watching. And if Brock was watching, I wanted to give him one hell of a show.

Malik’s hands were back on my hips while he kissed my shoulders. He bit me with a playful nip and I moaned. I grabbed his hands and moved them to my breasts, letting him play while I leaned my head back and offered my lips to his. He kissed me hard, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me and biting my lower lip gently while Cal undid my jeans and slid them and my already-damp panties down my thighs.

“Hold her steady,” Brock called just before Cal balanced my leg on his should and dove between my legs, licking and sucking on my pussy. I cried out as he devoured me like he was starving.

My other knee shook, and Malik grabbed my waist to steady me before I could fall. The way Cal lapped at my clit made the room spin around me as waves of pleasure racked my body and the pressure of an orgasm built in my core.

That wasn’t fair. Men who were that hot weren’t supposed to know how to make me come apart in under a minute.

One hand held onto the thigh that was on his shoulder while his other left distracting and teasing paths on my inner thigh before his hand joined his mouth in my torment, and he slid one then two fingers inside me and pressed directly on my g-spot.

“Oh my god,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

“Are you going to come on his face, angel?” Malik teased. “You going to let him get your tight little pussy ready for my cock?”

“Fuck,” I gasped as Mallk pinched my nipple, giving the most exquisite edge of pain to the pleasure Cal was making me feel.

“I think she likes it, but she deserves more,” Brock said. “Lay her out on the bed.”

“Who the fuck put you in charge?” Malik growled.

“I did,” I gasped as Malik pinched my nipple again.

“Do you think that was wise?” Cal asked, looking up at me, his lips slick and shining with my juices. Fuck, that was so hot.

“Who the fuck told you to stop eating her pussy?” Brock barked, then shot me another wink. He was clearly enjoying the power trip, and I may have created a monster.

“I have no regrets, you heard the man,” I answered.

“Oh, he is going to have some regrets later,” Cal promised. He kept my thighs on his shoulders as he stood up, lifting me in the air, pulling me away from Malik, and laying me out on the bed.

Cal lay next to me, kissing me again, letting me taste myself on his lips, the tart, fresh taste making my core clench.

Malik lay on the other side of me, his mouth wrapping around my nipple—he really seemed to have a thing for my breasts and I had no complaints—while his hand moved from my knee to my inner thigh, pulling my legs apart, giving Brock the perfect view of my aching pussy.

I could feel wetness dripping out of me and would’ve squeezed my legs shut if Malik hadn’t been holding them open.He pulled off my nipple long enough to murmur, “Such a good girl for us, angel.”

Cal’s hand went to my other leg, pulling them wider apart before Cal and Malik’s fingers met at my core.

Cal gave me what I wanted. He went for my clit, teasing me, taunting me, ramping up my pleasure and making me ache for more. Malik gave me what I needed. He slid two fingers inside me and stretched me slowly at first, then increased the pace, fucking me with his fingers while Cal worked his faster over my clit.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re perfect,” Brock gasped. My hips rocked in the air, a silent plea for more.

Cal ran his fangs over the sensitive skin of my neck, a reminder of how good it felt when he fed from me, and I was overwhelmed with the need for him to be deep inside me, his cock working me over like Malik’s fingers were and his fang finding their home in me too.

My core tightened, clamping down hard on Malik’s fingers. He curled them up to hit that sensitive spot inside me and I saw stars as my thighs trembled.

“Come hard for me, angel,” Malik rasped. “Come hard and soak my fingers so I know you can take more.

His voice was so dark and grave, demanding my body obey. It did. I couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to. My back arched up, and I came with a scream.

Malik let out a deep chuckle. “I think she’s ready for us.”