Page 71 of Vengeful Melodies

Takoa rests his hand possessively on my hip, chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths.

I fall back asleep like that—claimed by four rock-stars, held, safe in the storm of them.

The first thing I notice when I wake is the heat—radiating from every side of me, wrapped around me like a second skin.

The second is the ache. Between my thighs. In my hips. Across my neck where kisses turned to bites. Every inch of me hums with the memory of last night—raw, used, worshiped.

I blink open my eyes, sunlight bleeding through the curtains in warm gold streaks, and I’m greeted by Kaiser’s face—peaceful, soft, boyish even. He’s spooned against my back, one arm locked tight around my waist, hand splayed low on my stomach. I can feel his morning wood nestled against me, and despite the soreness, a quiet throb pulses low in my belly.

There’s a heavy weight draped over my legs. Bash. He’s tangled sideways across the bottom half of the bed like he tried to stay close and gave up halfway. His face is buried in my thigh, soft snores escaping him.

In front of me, Alix sleeps on his back, his arm hooked loosely under my neck, letting me use his chest as a pillow. His hair is a mess, his lips parted just slightly, and his tattooed torso rises and falls in a slow rhythm.

Takoa’s sitting on the edge of the bed, already awake. Shirtless. Legs spread. Elbows resting on his knees as he scrolls through something on his phone. The muscles in his back flex when he glances over his shoulder at me.

“You’re awake,” Takoa murmurs, voice still thick with sleep.

“Barely,” I whisper, trying not to wake the others. “What time is it?”

“Too early,” Takoa says, but there’s a faint smile tugging at his lips.

I shift slightly, and Kaiser groans behind me, burying his face in the back of my neck. “No moving. Stay,” he mumbles like he’s talking to a puppy.

“She’s gonna need a minute before round two,” Bash mutters into my leg, his voice hoarse and amused. “Poor girl probably can’t even walk.”

I snort. “I can walk just fine.”

“Bet you’ll limp, though, Little Songbird” Bash says with a sleepy grin, eyes cracking open. “Badge of honor, sweetheart.”

“You’re an idiot,” Takoa mutters, but there’s no bite in it.

“I’m a legend,” Bash counters, throwing one arm up and flexing it dramatically before it drops back down over my calves.

Alix shifts, his lips brushing the top of my head. “You good, Darlin?” he asks softly.

I nod. “More than good.”

Kaiser’s hand slides down, fingers grazing my thigh. “You sure? We didn’t push you too hard, Siren?”

I twist a little in his hold and kiss his jaw. “You gave me exactly what I needed.”

Kai grins, dimples flashing. “Yeah, we did.”

Takoa stands, running a hand through his messy hair. “I’m making breakfast. Alix, you’re on coffee. Dreya, shower. You’re covered in sweat, cum, and bite marks..”

Bash perks up. “Can I help with that?”

“You can,” Kaiser says, already sitting up, voice husky and full of promise, “but only if I get in there first.”

“Dreya gets to choose,” Alix says, stretching with a lazy yawn, muscles rippling. “She’s the one who did all the work.”

I roll onto my back, arms flung across my face dramatically. “All of you are insane.”

“And you love it,” Bash purrs, already climbing out of bed and offering me a hand.

I let them pull me up—naked, sore, sorely tempted all over again.

Kaiser tosses me one of his shirts, but I just laugh and head for the bathroom without bothering. Bash follows, whistling low.