~•|Welcome To Irene's World|•~

Folio: Wakey wakey Izzy! Party friday night! It'll be low key just a couple of friends please come pretty please

Ismine: Why are you awake? 🤔

Folio: Because I miss you 😘 and you never come hang out. you'd rather hang out with your book boyfriends than your actual friend

Ismine: Hey! not true I was at the concert a few weeks ago remember?

Folio: How could I possibly forget Jolly hasn't stopped asking me questions about you

Ismine: About me? Why would he do that?

Folio: haha you're cute, you know that. Come to the party pleaseeeeee

Ismine: Fine, yeah I'll be there 💕

Folio: Fuck yes! I can't wait

After tugging on one of Folio's leather jackets from the back of the closet, I am immediately drenched in his scent. My mind flashes with images of last Halloween. Darius and his bloodstained shirt. Nick's amber eyes. Sharp knives and even sharper teeth. Blood. So much blood. And a night filled with many orgasms.

Suddenly, my thighs clench together in recollection; the initials carved there have long since healed. Not a single mar on my skin, no evidence of the night, only my memories. Between the band, and training Darius and other fledgling vampires, Nick and I decided to just stay friends. It was easier that way. Sighing, I shove down the memories, zip up the jacket, and head for the door.

"Izzy! You made it!" Nick exclaims, opening the door. Loud music filters outside. So much for a small party. Nick grabs the slow cooker from my hands and I follow him inside.

"This smells divine, Iz, you've outdone yourself!" Nick lifts the lid for a peek and whistles.

I can't help but grin. "Heard tonight's a Harvest supermoon so I added more herbs to the meat for protection and stability." My mother doesn't call me the kitchen witch for nothing.

Nick wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into a tight hug. "You're the best," he mutters.

"I know." I smile, squeezing him back.

"What smells amazing?" I peer up to find a stranger looking past Nick and I. His icy blue gaze scans the kitchen and then lands on me. "Did you make that?"

Nick steps out of our embrace. "Rick, this is my childhood friend Ismine. Ismine, this is my sire Richard, but everyone calls him Rick."

"Nice to meet you Rick!" I extend my hand to him and he wraps his slender tattooed fingers around it, giving my hand a firm shake. I notice he has a ring on his index finger similar to Nick's. The gemstone is as dark as the night sky and it . . . shimmers? I quickly pull my hand away, the heat of the ring still lingering on my skin.

Rick chuckles darkly. "I am part of the original one hundred. The blue sunstone represents our call to the night and allows us to survive in the sun." Rick glances down at his ring and then back up. His once-icy gaze crystallizes with scrutiny. "My ring senses your aura, but you don't smell like us and your heart-"

Suddenly, the door swings open. "What the fuck is that smell? I am fucking starving!" Jolly announces, nearly bumping into Rick. "Ismine! How've you been?" Jolly pulls me into a bear bug. His body heat and earthy cologne invade my senses, instantly calming me.

I sense the vampire tense. Despite being friends for way longer than I've been alive, the vamps still get a little jumpy when werewolves are around. It's an innate response practically stitched into their DNA.

"I'm doing good. Folio dragged me away from my book boyfriends."

"Boyfriends! As in plural. Damn, girl, you're gonna have to tell me about them." Jolly flashes a wolfish grin, exposing his canines.

Rick rolls his eyes, annoyed, and shoves passed Jolly.

"I'll tell you all about them while we eat." I playfully punch his arm and I'm met with firm muscle. Damn, bet he could carry me around like a rag doll. Chill, Iz. I mentally shake myself, shoving away the explicit images in my mind before grabbing a slice of pizza.

As the night rolls on, the music gets louder and the drinks flow faster with Nick and Jolly both making sure my drink is never empty. Rick, ever the gentleman, has been steadfast in reminding me to also drink water. The table erupts into agreeable grunts and drunk cheers when Nick suggests playing poker. On instinct, my fingers twitch for my bag and the safety of the book in my purse. I glance around my chair for my bag when I remember Nick put it in the hallway closet. Fuck!

"Wanna dance?" A soft low voice shatters my spiraling thoughts. I glance up from my phone, about to open my Kindle app, when my eyes meet an icy steel gaze.

"Wait, what?" I blurt out automatically, my mind still reeling.

"Want to dance with me? Downstairs where the music isn't so loud." The raucous sound continues around us as Nick and Jolly set up the poker table.

"Yeah, sure," I say, rising to my feet. I look down at my phone, briefly wishing I could get lost in the electronic pages, but against my better judgment, I lock my screen and pocket my phone. I follow the ancient and devastatingly handsome vampire downstairs.

Lofi jazz flows gently through speakers, wrapping the large room in a warm ambiance akin to a modern speakeasy. The lights are low, illuminating the built-in bar at the far end of the room. Across from the bar are two dark brown leather sofas, one where a couple is already kissing tenderly.

"Want a drink?" Ricky asks from behind the bar, grabbing two martini glasses.

His low voice pulls my gaze from the entwined pair. After plopping down in on the wooden bar stool, I say (maybe a little too excitedly), "Yeah, whatever you're having."

Ricky's eyebrows raise. "Hmm . . ." He considers, glancing between me and the glassware. A tattooed finger circles the edge of the glass. He flicks his gaze up to meet mine. "I'm going to make you a tonic . . ." He adds another finger but slows his pace. His eyes lower to the glass and then back up to me. The gesture looks awfully suggestive. The next words he speaks come out in a low rumble. "Your thoughts are loud, darling. I bet Jolly can smell you all the way down here."

I can feel my cheeks heat and my stomach somersaults at his admission.

"I-" I start, but my throat is suddenly dry. Mind racing, I try to muster up a denial, to play it off as friendly joke, literally anything to distract and redirect. Because . . . why would any of them want to be with me?

"Ah-ah, don't go there," Ricky tsks, and then his lips curve into a small smile. "If you knew what Jolly thought about you, I'd need to . . ." He stops himself from finishing, looking down at the glasses.

"Ok." My voice comes out small and a little shaky, so I clear my throat and start again. "Make me the tonic, please." I flash him a smile I hope he believes.

"Yes ma'am." He smiles back and then pulls out two shot glasses from the cabinet. As I watch him pour from a slew of different bottles, nerves and arousal churn in my gut. I take a deep breath to settle the internal battle with my heart and my brain.

No longer a wallflower, I decide to bloom.

He sets the bottle down and flashes a wink. My heart flip-flops in my chest. Ricky slides the glass in my direction and then raises his.

"Cheers."

After the glasses clink against each other, I knock back my drink. My senses are instantly enveloped in a rich, smokey essence as bittersweet dances on the back of my tongue. It's an unexpected surprise that has me craving something . . . something I can't quite name. Ricky walks around the bar and leads me to the sofa. As I'm about to settle down beside him, his slender fingers find purchase at my waist, guiding me onto his lap.

"Better." He smiles, flashing the tips of his fangs. My heartbeat skyrockets, pounding obnoxiously in my ears. Without a doubt, he can hear it too. "Your body has been flooded with an elixir that will relax you." He presses a kiss to my neck and I shiver. "If at any point you want anything to stop, just say so. I can feel skin starting to warm and . . ." With a finger to my chin, our eyes meet. "Your pupils are dilated."

He smirks as his fingertips graze my throat, down through the valley between my breasts to their destination between my legs. My core heats at his touch, no longer proper and polite.

He pushes the hair away from my shoulder and leans in. His breath is hot against my ear. "I bet it's warm and wet there too." He presses the heel of his palm firmly against my pelvic bone. I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning.

Ricky nips at my earlobe and then presses a firm kiss to the side of my neck. I suck in a gasp as his fangs graze against the delicate skin, sending a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, his hands grip my waist, holding me steady; there's a pinch of pain and then its gone quickly replaced by a warmth that heats just under the skin, rushing from my neck to my toes.

My head feels a little floaty and my vision blurs for only a second. Gripping Ricky's shirt for support, I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. The music has slowed its tempo; the couple on the sofa must have moved on because there's only distant chatter from across the room. I breathe in Ricky's scent which calms me, his presence strong and comforting. No pressure or influence—just him.

When I finally open my eyes, his gaze is accessing, brows furrowed slightly and wrinkling the otherwise smooth skin.

"I-" he starts, but my hands have a mind of their own. Before I can stop myself, I tug on his shirt, pulling him into me, our lips crashing together. I need more. As we kiss, my hands snake under his shirt. His body tenses at my unexpected touch. Finding the small of his back, I pull him against me. I want this.

Tilting my head slightly, I lick into his mouth and his lips part easily. My tongue grazes the tips of his fangs. Ricky shudders yet musters enough self control to retract his fangs completely. "Please," I can't help but whine, eager for more. Ricky pulls away slightly, eyes steely with lust and determination.

"Not here, love." He kisses my retort away, and suddenly I'm lost in his touch and his lips.

"God, you two reek!" Jolly jokes, plopping down on the couch with us. I yelp, pulling away, eyes blazing at the intrusion.

"What the hell Jol-" Jolly presses a finger to my lips, silencing me.

"Don't stop because I'm here, please keep going." Jolly smirks, eyes roaming over me. My cheeks flush crimson under his lustful gaze. Slender fingers pull me back to Rick, who quickly devours my lips with his. I melt into his touch, moaning into his mouth and hands fisting the edge of his shirt. Suddenly Rick shifts, forcing me to straddle him, and the outer edge of my thigh brushes against Jolly's.

"The old man you're sitting on set up a ward so no one else is coming down here, or anywhere we go."

Gasping for breath, I pull away, remembering that Rick doesn't need as much oxygen as I do. Panting, I try to collect my thoughts when thick fingers grip my chin. Forest green and brown eyes fill my vision. My eyes track the quick peek of Jolly's tongue between his lips when he licks them. Images of his beard rubbing against my thigh as his tongue laps at my pussy flashes through my mind. Rick tenses beneath me, yet his dick twitches, pressing against my center. I need them both. Right now. My hands snake under their shirts to rest on each of their hips, skin-to-skin. One nearly fever hot and the other soothingly cool.

Jolly raises a questioning brow that asks, 'My turn?' I answer by tilting my head slightly, parting my lips and leaning in. For a breath, time stills around us. Rick slides a hand under my top to rest at the middle of my back. Not urgent— just present. I can feel his eyes glancing between us in eagerness. Finally, Jolly's plump lips are on mine, his tongue searching. He tastes like freshly fallen rain. Jolly growls low in the back of his throat, and it has my pussy throbbing. My hips have a mind of their own when they start grinding on Ricky's lap. Rick's hand slides back to my hips, halting the ministrations. He brushes the hair from my shoulder, exposing my throat. The soft press of his lips on my neck has me mewling. When Jolly and I finally part, we are both breathless, cheeks flush and eyes full of desire.

"Hold on tight, spider monkey." Ricky guides my hands to wrap around his neck. I can't help the giggle that escapes as he stands and I wrap my legs around his waist. I nuzzle my face into his neck, breathing in his scent. I've heard stories of vampiric speed but never witnessed it. Cool air rushes around us as Ricky carries me. I barely register we are moving until there's a distant snarl that echoes behind us. As quickly as it starts, it stops, and I find myself tumbling onto a large plush bed. My eyes adjust to low lamplight that's accompanied by the full moon. It's almost midnight.

The closing door jolts my gaze from the window. A shirtless Rick steps out of the shadows. Beside him, Jolly begins unbuttoning his flannel. Their gazes never leave mine, both sets of eyes alight—one golden amber and the other ice blue. Heat flashes through me, and I'm desperate to get out of my clothes. I tug at my shirt and warm hands envelope mine, helping me undress.

Jolly guides me onto the bed where Ricky already sits.

"Come here, darling," Rick beckons, and I obey, crawling onto his lap. Heat blooms in my core despite the chill of his skin against mine. I can feel Jolly's eyes roaming over my nakedness. Rick's eyes lock on the small butterfly tattoo on my shoulder. Time seems to slow around us as he reaches out and caresses the old ink with his thumb. I've had the tattoo since I was fourteen, gotten as an act of teenage rebellion. Yet no one paid it much attention—dismissed and discarded.

For the first time in my life, he sees me.

They both do.

My breath catches in my throat when Ricky leans in, lips hovering, breath hot against my shoulder. He presses the gentlest kiss to the butterfly.

"She was a curious girl . . ." he whispers, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. His fingertips graze up my sides, sending a shiver down my spine. His words and teasing touch ignite my arousal. ". . . who loved the smell of old books." A chaste kiss to the base of my throat, hands resting on the curve of my hips. "Chasing butterflies and . . ." His lips trail higher, to my jaw and the corner of my lips. He rocks me forward slightly, and I can feel his cock twitch beneath me, my slickness coating his length. ". . . touching herself under the covers."

All at once, heat spreads through my body and desperation takes over. My hips rock back and forth, grinding against his cock, just enough pressure against my aching clit. I can't help the moan that slips through my lips as he takes charge, pressing me firmly onto him. His kiss is hungry and rushed. I need more. I close the distance between our bodies by wrapping my arms around his neck. His cool skin hardens my nipples instantly. He digs his fingernails into the soft skin of my hips; it will surely bruise tomorrow. My thighs tense as the coil of pleasure tightens in my core. Lost in the heat of the moment, my tongue nicks his fangs. The unexpected pain shoves me over the edge, and then I'm wailing into Ricky's mouth; eyes shut tight, my orgasm crashes through me. Ricky holds me tighter, grinding me faster through the aftershock. I collapse against him, chest heaving as my brain tries to process everything.

But someone won't let me. In a flash, I'm rolled onto my back against Ricky's chest. Jolly spreads my legs wide and settles down between them. His large hands grip each thigh. Ricky holds my middle, his other hand rolling my nipple with his fingers. Jolly nudges my slick folds with his nose and inhales.

"This is so fucked up," he chuckles. "But you smell divine, even mixed in with Ricky's wretched scent."

I open my mouth to retort but a deep moan takes its place when Jolly licks through my folds.

"Let's hear it darling, how wrecked you are for both of us," Ricky coos. His glacier eyes rake over my body until they lock onto Jolly's challenging gaze. Jolly presses down harder on my thighs and grunts out.

"We'll get you moaning our names soon enough," Jolly mumbles against my clit, the vibrations sending a shock up my spine. At the mercy of my own desperation, my back arches and Ricky tightens his grip around me. "You're not going anywhere princess, right?"

"Please," I whine. "I'll be good. Please fuck me!" The last words spill out, shifting into a high-pitched shriek when Jolly slaps my thigh. My legs tense at the pain that spreads warmly through my thigh. But when he applies more pressure to my clit, I melt instantly, the pain numbing to pleasure.

"Oh fuuuuuuuck," I sigh deeply, relaxing into Ricky's chest. He presses soft kisses to my hair while a hand rests gentle yet strong on my hip. Somehow, despite the overwhelming sensations, I find comfort. I suck in a breath the moment Jolly's tongue flicks over my clit as Ricky does the same to my pert nipple. Jolly huffs a satisfied laugh between my folds as I realize how turned on I've become. Sandwiched between a vampire and werewolf. Both forces of the supernatural, gently taking me apart, piece by piece.

My eyes flutter close as heat blooms in my chest, the rhythmic sensation making me drowsy. When Jolly eases two fingers in, my pussy welcomes him. The pads of Ricky's index fingers tease my nipple while Jolly's fingers caress the sweet spot within. Out of nowhere, pressure builds in my core and I suck in a deep breath. My eyes jolt wide. My cheeks heat when I notice the wetness under my butt. I open my mouth to apologize, but my brain can't process words. Jolly shift himself up onto his knees and pops the digits into his mouth. His chin glistens. Ricky tenses beneath me.

Without warning, Jolly leans forward, closing the distance between him and Ricky. Beside me, Jolly spears Ricky's lips open with his tongue. Ricky moans loudly. Jolly is the first one to pull away. His amber eyes glow feral with desire, and he flashes his canines. My heart skips a beat.

"Oh shit!" The words barely leave my lips when, at lightning speed, Ricky shoves Jolly off the bed. In another fluid motion, he settles back into the pillows and hoists me backwards onto his face. His hands grip my hips with a bruising force, keeping me still as his tongue fucks into my still-dripping cunt. I'm spread open to a very hungry werewolf that hasn't had his fill. Jolly snarls and crawls onto the bed, careful not to touch the vampire's legs. His head dips between my folds and he sucks my clit between his lips, chin bumping Ricky's.

I cry out, my hands finding purchase in Jolly's hair and nails digging in as I drench Ricky beneath me. I go limp and Jolly pulls away just in time to hook his arms under mine.

"Easy," he says softly.

Ricky returns to sitting up against the headboard while Jolly helps me sit in the middle. His touch is gentle when he wipes a tear away. I sniffle.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" His hand rests against my cheek and I lean into his touch.

"Mhmm . . . good," is all my brain can muster.

Jolly leans in, pressing a kiss to my tear stained cheek. "Are you ready for my knot?"

"Yes, please!" My voice comes out breathy and desperate, but I don't care. Whatever was in the tonic still has my body vibrating for more.

"Ok," Jolly says, his eyes flicking up just beyond my shoulder. A knowing grin curves his lips. "I think Ricky is ready for you too."

"W-what?" Curiosity urges me to look back. "Oh." My cheeks flame red at the sight of Ricky lazily stroking his cock.

"Come here, darling." Ricky pats his awaiting lap. I bite at my lip nervously, eyeing him. "We'll take it slow." As I crawl over to Ricky, the mattress shifts as Jolly gets up. "Don't worry about him. Focus on me."

I settle on Ricky's lap, hyper aware of his hard cock pressing against me. His cock twitches and I shiver. He hooks a finger under my chin and pulls me in. Our lips are so close I feel his breath and his cool scent like winter fills my lungs. His eyes flick down to my lips and then back up to meet my gaze. In the space between us, time slows but my body screams for more. I lean in, pressing my lips onto his. I expect urgent lips to kiss me back, but he takes his time. Being immortal, I guess you have all the time in the world.

"More," I whimper. His lips curve into a smile when he kisses me again. His hands come to my hips, anchoring me to him. I nip at his bottom lip and he purrs. Purrs!

Momentarily derailed by thoughts of purring vampires, I still. Ricky chuckles (probably from reading my thoughts) and yanks my hips forward and then back. He crashes his lips into mine and my thoughts vanish, only to be replaced by desperation as he rocks me faster over his cock.

"You're so wet," Ricky moans.

Pressure builds with every swipe of his cock over my clit. I tilt my hips for more friction, wrapping my arms around his neck as I press myself closer. My pussy flutters as I ache for more.

With a grunt, Ricky lifts me at vampiric speeds and then slams me onto his cock. I cry out, whimpering against his lips. I expect pain from the sudden invasion but a soothing warmth spreads to my belly. I let my body take over, bouncing up and down on his cock and chasing my building orgasm.

"That's it, use me," Ricky whispers. His hands grip firmly at my hips as he shifts slightly, taking control. I gasp at the new angle—his cock pounding into the sweet spot within. On the edge of bliss, I'm barely aware of the shift in the mattress and the subtle scent of earth and musk.

"Oh fuck!" Something cold and wet teases the other hole and I tense, halting my climax. Ricky stills beneath me. His hands relax on my hips, one coming to cup my cheek.

"It's ok, just Jolly," Ricky says softly.

"Sorry," Jolly says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "I didn't want to interrupt, but I guess my timing was off too."

I let out a deep breath. "Oh ok."

"Kiss me," Ricky purrs.

I obey, melting into him and losing myself in the taste of him. Of their own volition, my hips grind back and forth, yet Ricky's hands keep the pace slow.

"Good girl," he coos. He presses a kiss to my pulse point and at the same time Jolly's thumb presses in.

"Relax Iz, we have you," Jolly soothes. "Our curious girl."

I let out a deep breath, relaxing into their touch. I press my hands against Ricky's chest as Jolly rests his other hand on my thigh. Together, their touch, kisses, and praise brings me back to the edge. Ricky thrusts deep when Jolly's thumb slides the rest of the way in. I feel so full I can't possibly take anymore.

Without warning, my mind blanks and I clench around them both, crying out as another orgasm crashes over me. Ricky fucks me through the aftershock as Jolly pulls his thumb out. Ricky keeps his grip on my hips. Suddenly, a warm hand pushes me forward until I'm chest to chest with Ricky. I'm so warm and blissed out that I melt easily.

"Breathe in," Ricky instructs, and I follow. "Breathe out." On the exhale, my body loosens even more. I nuzzle into Ricky's neck. "That's it."

When Jolly's cock notches at my back entrance, I sigh deeply. Pleasure surges through me as my walls adjust. Inch by inch, he spreads me open. My lower belly feels heavy and warm at the weight of both of them. Ricky's cock pulses and I let out a delirious giggle.

"Shit!" Jolly curses. "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop it."

"She's so blissed out," Ricky muses. "Ismine."

My eyes flutter open. "Hi," I say sleepily.

Ricky chuckles. "I must have given you too much tonic."

I stifle a yawn. "I'm awake, feels so good."

 "Wakey, wakey," Jolly laughs, smacking my ass. I yelp, jolting upright. I try to turn to throw death daggers at Jolly, but Ricky grips my chin and pulls me into a kiss. His lips are urgent and his tongue dominates my mouth. Jolly thrusts into my ass and I dig my nails into Ricky's chest. He gasps, parting first from our kiss. His lips find my pulse point and my pussy flutters. Jolly growls as his cock thickens. His hands clamp down on my thighs. At the mercy of a werewolf and vampire, my body finally gives in. My moans get louder with each thrust, each cock alternating—never leaving me empty.

I suck in a gasp when I feel Ricky's fangs lengthen, grazing the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Yes!" I mewl. "Please do it."

"Say it," Ricky whispers.

Jolly curses, hips faltering.

"Bite me."

All at once, Ricky's fangs pierce my neck. Jolly grunts, his mouth latching onto the juncture between my neck and shoulder.

I cry out, screwing my eyes shut tight as pain spreads through my neck and shoulder, yet the coil in my core snaps with each pulse of their cocks. My body spasms as white bursts in flashes behind my eyes. I collapse against Ricky yet they continue to fuck me. Jolly's knot blooms, releasing his seed, which causes Ricky to climax. Mindlessly, I clench around them, milking every last drop. As we all still, Jolly and Ricky both retract their mouths and press soothing kisses to each bite mark. Their hands caress my body lovingly. Despite the pain and the eventual bruises, I sigh deeply into their embrace.

"Thank you," I whisper into Ricky's neck. "Thank you for seeing me."

"Thank you for trusting us."

"Let's get you cleaned up," Jolly adds.

We part, and Jolly hoists me into his arms. Before we even make it into the bathroom, Ricky has gone ahead of us, making the shower the perfect temperature. My feet barely touch the ground before Ricky is hauling me into the shower at lightning speed. Jolly scowls.

Ricky kisses me under the water before washing me gently. Abruptly, Jolly yanks at my wrist, pulling me into him. With ease, he lifts me up, shoving my back into the tile.

"Mine," he growls.

On instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist and he thrusts into me hard. My hands find purchase around his neck as I cling to him. Suddenly, we are spun around and I crash into Ricky's chest.

"Ours," he purrs, his ready cock teasing my ass. His cock isn't as thick as Jolly's, so he slides easily into my back entrance.

"Oh fuck!" I curse as I clench around them. My climax surges with their releases. As the water cools around us, the vampire and werewolf spill their seed.

The dusty hues of morning twilight fill the room when we all finally crawl into bed. I nuzzle into Ricky's bare chest, his cool smooth skin grounding. Jolly snuggles up behind me, his arm thrown over my hip. Comforted by my vampire and werewolf, my hot and cold, ice and earth— I fall asleep easily.

Folio: Wakey wakey Izzy! Party friday night! It'll be low key just a couple of friends please come pretty please

Ismine: Why are you awake? 🤔

Folio: Because I miss you 😘 and you never come hang out. you'd rather hang out with your book boyfriends than your actual friend

Ismine: Hey! not true I was at the concert a few weeks ago remember?

Folio: How could I possibly forget Jolly hasn't stopped asking me questions about you

Ismine: About me? Why would he do that?

Folio: haha you're cute, you know that. Come to the party pleaseeeeee

Ismine: Fine, yeah I'll be there 💕

Folio: Fuck yes! I can't wait

After tugging on one of Folio's leather jackets from the back of the closet, I am immediately drenched in his scent. My mind flashes with images of last Halloween. Darius and his bloodstained shirt. Nick's amber eyes. Sharp knives and even sharper teeth. Blood. So much blood. And a night filled with many orgasms.

Suddenly, my thighs clench together in recollection; the initials carved there have long since healed. Not a single mar on my skin, no evidence of the night, only my memories. Between the band, and training Darius and other fledgling vampires, Nick and I decided to just stay friends. It was easier that way. Sighing, I shove down the memories, zip up the jacket, and head for the door.

"Izzy! You made it!" Nick exclaims, opening the door. Loud music filters outside. So much for a small party. Nick grabs the slow cooker from my hands and I follow him inside.

"This smells divine, Iz, you've outdone yourself!" Nick lifts the lid for a peek and whistles.

I can't help but grin. "Heard tonight's a Harvest supermoon so I added more herbs to the meat for protection and stability." My mother doesn't call me the kitchen witch for nothing.

Nick wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into a tight hug. "You're the best," he mutters.

"I know." I smile, squeezing him back.

"What smells amazing?" I peer up to find a stranger looking past Nick and I. His icy blue gaze scans the kitchen and then lands on me. "Did you make that?"

Nick steps out of our embrace. "Rick, this is my childhood friend Ismine. Ismine, this is my sire Richard, but everyone calls him Rick."

"Nice to meet you Rick!" I extend my hand to him and he wraps his slender tattooed fingers around it, giving my hand a firm shake. I notice he has a ring on his index finger similar to Nick's. The gemstone is as dark as the night sky and it . . . shimmers? I quickly pull my hand away, the heat of the ring still lingering on my skin.

Rick chuckles darkly. "I am part of the original one hundred. The blue sunstone represents our call to the night and allows us to survive in the sun." Rick glances down at his ring and then back up. His once-icy gaze crystallizes with scrutiny. "My ring senses your aura, but you don't smell like us and your heart-"

Suddenly, the door swings open. "What the fuck is that smell? I am fucking starving!" Jolly announces, nearly bumping into Rick. "Ismine! How've you been?" Jolly pulls me into a bear bug. His body heat and earthy cologne invade my senses, instantly calming me.

I sense the vampire tense. Despite being friends for way longer than I've been alive, the vamps still get a little jumpy when werewolves are around. It's an innate response practically stitched into their DNA.

"I'm doing good. Folio dragged me away from my book boyfriends."

"Boyfriends! As in plural. Damn, girl, you're gonna have to tell me about them." Jolly flashes a wolfish grin, exposing his canines.

Rick rolls his eyes, annoyed, and shoves passed Jolly.

"I'll tell you all about them while we eat." I playfully punch his arm and I'm met with firm muscle. Damn, bet he could carry me around like a rag doll. Chill, Iz. I mentally shake myself, shoving away the explicit images in my mind before grabbing a slice of pizza.

As the night rolls on, the music gets louder and the drinks flow faster with Nick and Jolly both making sure my drink is never empty. Rick, ever the gentleman, has been steadfast in reminding me to also drink water. The table erupts into agreeable grunts and drunk cheers when Nick suggests playing poker. On instinct, my fingers twitch for my bag and the safety of the book in my purse. I glance around my chair for my bag when I remember Nick put it in the hallway closet. Fuck!

"Wanna dance?" A soft low voice shatters my spiraling thoughts. I glance up from my phone, about to open my Kindle app, when my eyes meet an icy steel gaze.

"Wait, what?" I blurt out automatically, my mind still reeling.

"Want to dance with me? Downstairs where the music isn't so loud." The raucous sound continues around us as Nick and Jolly set up the poker table.

"Yeah, sure," I say, rising to my feet. I look down at my phone, briefly wishing I could get lost in the electronic pages, but against my better judgment, I lock my screen and pocket my phone. I follow the ancient and devastatingly handsome vampire downstairs.

Lofi jazz flows gently through speakers, wrapping the large room in a warm ambiance akin to a modern speakeasy. The lights are low, illuminating the built-in bar at the far end of the room. Across from the bar are two dark brown leather sofas, one where a couple is already kissing tenderly.

"Want a drink?" Ricky asks from behind the bar, grabbing two martini glasses.

His low voice pulls my gaze from the entwined pair. After plopping down in on the wooden bar stool, I say (maybe a little too excitedly), "Yeah, whatever you're having."

Ricky's eyebrows raise. "Hmm . . ." He considers, glancing between me and the glassware. A tattooed finger circles the edge of the glass. He flicks his gaze up to meet mine. "I'm going to make you a tonic . . ." He adds another finger but slows his pace. His eyes lower to the glass and then back up to me. The gesture looks awfully suggestive. The next words he speaks come out in a low rumble. "Your thoughts are loud, darling. I bet Jolly can smell you all the way down here."

I can feel my cheeks heat and my stomach somersaults at his admission.

"I-" I start, but my throat is suddenly dry. Mind racing, I try to muster up a denial, to play it off as friendly joke, literally anything to distract and redirect. Because . . . why would any of them want to be with me?

"Ah-ah, don't go there," Ricky tsks, and then his lips curve into a small smile. "If you knew what Jolly thought about you, I'd need to . . ." He stops himself from finishing, looking down at the glasses.

"Ok." My voice comes out small and a little shaky, so I clear my throat and start again. "Make me the tonic, please." I flash him a smile I hope he believes.

"Yes ma'am." He smiles back and then pulls out two shot glasses from the cabinet. As I watch him pour from a slew of different bottles, nerves and arousal churn in my gut. I take a deep breath to settle the internal battle with my heart and my brain.

No longer a wallflower, I decide to bloom.

He sets the bottle down and flashes a wink. My heart flip-flops in my chest. Ricky slides the glass in my direction and then raises his.

"Cheers."

After the glasses clink against each other, I knock back my drink. My senses are instantly enveloped in a rich, smokey essence as bittersweet dances on the back of my tongue. It's an unexpected surprise that has me craving something . . . something I can't quite name. Ricky walks around the bar and leads me to the sofa. As I'm about to settle down beside him, his slender fingers find purchase at my waist, guiding me onto his lap.

"Better." He smiles, flashing the tips of his fangs. My heartbeat skyrockets, pounding obnoxiously in my ears. Without a doubt, he can hear it too. "Your body has been flooded with an elixir that will relax you." He presses a kiss to my neck and I shiver. "If at any point you want anything to stop, just say so. I can feel skin starting to warm and . . ." With a finger to my chin, our eyes meet. "Your pupils are dilated."

He smirks as his fingertips graze my throat, down through the valley between my breasts to their destination between my legs. My core heats at his touch, no longer proper and polite.

He pushes the hair away from my shoulder and leans in. His breath is hot against my ear. "I bet it's warm and wet there too." He presses the heel of his palm firmly against my pelvic bone. I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning.

Ricky nips at my earlobe and then presses a firm kiss to the side of my neck. I suck in a gasp as his fangs graze against the delicate skin, sending a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, his hands grip my waist, holding me steady; there's a pinch of pain and then its gone quickly replaced by a warmth that heats just under the skin, rushing from my neck to my toes.

My head feels a little floaty and my vision blurs for only a second. Gripping Ricky's shirt for support, I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. The music has slowed its tempo; the couple on the sofa must have moved on because there's only distant chatter from across the room. I breathe in Ricky's scent which calms me, his presence strong and comforting. No pressure or influence—just him.

When I finally open my eyes, his gaze is accessing, brows furrowed slightly and wrinkling the otherwise smooth skin.

"I-" he starts, but my hands have a mind of their own. Before I can stop myself, I tug on his shirt, pulling him into me, our lips crashing together. I need more. As we kiss, my hands snake under his shirt. His body tenses at my unexpected touch. Finding the small of his back, I pull him against me. I want this.

Tilting my head slightly, I lick into his mouth and his lips part easily. My tongue grazes the tips of his fangs. Ricky shudders yet musters enough self control to retract his fangs completely. "Please," I can't help but whine, eager for more. Ricky pulls away slightly, eyes steely with lust and determination.

"Not here, love." He kisses my retort away, and suddenly I'm lost in his touch and his lips.

"God, you two reek!" Jolly jokes, plopping down on the couch with us. I yelp, pulling away, eyes blazing at the intrusion.

"What the hell Jol-" Jolly presses a finger to my lips, silencing me.

"Don't stop because I'm here, please keep going." Jolly smirks, eyes roaming over me. My cheeks flush crimson under his lustful gaze. Slender fingers pull me back to Rick, who quickly devours my lips with his. I melt into his touch, moaning into his mouth and hands fisting the edge of his shirt. Suddenly Rick shifts, forcing me to straddle him, and the outer edge of my thigh brushes against Jolly's.

"The old man you're sitting on set up a ward so no one else is coming down here, or anywhere we go."

Gasping for breath, I pull away, remembering that Rick doesn't need as much oxygen as I do. Panting, I try to collect my thoughts when thick fingers grip my chin. Forest green and brown eyes fill my vision. My eyes track the quick peek of Jolly's tongue between his lips when he licks them. Images of his beard rubbing against my thigh as his tongue laps at my pussy flashes through my mind. Rick tenses beneath me, yet his dick twitches, pressing against my center. I need them both. Right now. My hands snake under their shirts to rest on each of their hips, skin-to-skin. One nearly fever hot and the other soothingly cool.

Jolly raises a questioning brow that asks, 'My turn?' I answer by tilting my head slightly, parting my lips and leaning in. For a breath, time stills around us. Rick slides a hand under my top to rest at the middle of my back. Not urgent— just present. I can feel his eyes glancing between us in eagerness. Finally, Jolly's plump lips are on mine, his tongue searching. He tastes like freshly fallen rain. Jolly growls low in the back of his throat, and it has my pussy throbbing. My hips have a mind of their own when they start grinding on Ricky's lap. Rick's hand slides back to my hips, halting the ministrations. He brushes the hair from my shoulder, exposing my throat. The soft press of his lips on my neck has me mewling. When Jolly and I finally part, we are both breathless, cheeks flush and eyes full of desire.

"Hold on tight, spider monkey." Ricky guides my hands to wrap around his neck. I can't help the giggle that escapes as he stands and I wrap my legs around his waist. I nuzzle my face into his neck, breathing in his scent. I've heard stories of vampiric speed but never witnessed it. Cool air rushes around us as Ricky carries me. I barely register we are moving until there's a distant snarl that echoes behind us. As quickly as it starts, it stops, and I find myself tumbling onto a large plush bed. My eyes adjust to low lamplight that's accompanied by the full moon. It's almost midnight.

The closing door jolts my gaze from the window. A shirtless Rick steps out of the shadows. Beside him, Jolly begins unbuttoning his flannel. Their gazes never leave mine, both sets of eyes alight—one golden amber and the other ice blue. Heat flashes through me, and I'm desperate to get out of my clothes. I tug at my shirt and warm hands envelope mine, helping me undress.

Jolly guides me onto the bed where Ricky already sits.

"Come here, darling," Rick beckons, and I obey, crawling onto his lap. Heat blooms in my core despite the chill of his skin against mine. I can feel Jolly's eyes roaming over my nakedness. Rick's eyes lock on the small butterfly tattoo on my shoulder. Time seems to slow around us as he reaches out and caresses the old ink with his thumb. I've had the tattoo since I was fourteen, gotten as an act of teenage rebellion. Yet no one paid it much attention—dismissed and discarded.

For the first time in my life, he sees me.

They both do.

My breath catches in my throat when Ricky leans in, lips hovering, breath hot against my shoulder. He presses the gentlest kiss to the butterfly.

"She was a curious girl . . ." he whispers, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. His fingertips graze up my sides, sending a shiver down my spine. His words and teasing touch ignite my arousal. ". . . who loved the smell of old books." A chaste kiss to the base of my throat, hands resting on the curve of my hips. "Chasing butterflies and . . ." His lips trail higher, to my jaw and the corner of my lips. He rocks me forward slightly, and I can feel his cock twitch beneath me, my slickness coating his length. ". . . touching herself under the covers."

All at once, heat spreads through my body and desperation takes over. My hips rock back and forth, grinding against his cock, just enough pressure against my aching clit. I can't help the moan that slips through my lips as he takes charge, pressing me firmly onto him. His kiss is hungry and rushed. I need more. I close the distance between our bodies by wrapping my arms around his neck. His cool skin hardens my nipples instantly. He digs his fingernails into the soft skin of my hips; it will surely bruise tomorrow. My thighs tense as the coil of pleasure tightens in my core. Lost in the heat of the moment, my tongue nicks his fangs. The unexpected pain shoves me over the edge, and then I'm wailing into Ricky's mouth; eyes shut tight, my orgasm crashes through me. Ricky holds me tighter, grinding me faster through the aftershock. I collapse against him, chest heaving as my brain tries to process everything.

But someone won't let me. In a flash, I'm rolled onto my back against Ricky's chest. Jolly spreads my legs wide and settles down between them. His large hands grip each thigh. Ricky holds my middle, his other hand rolling my nipple with his fingers. Jolly nudges my slick folds with his nose and inhales.

"This is so fucked up," he chuckles. "But you smell divine, even mixed in with Ricky's wretched scent."

I open my mouth to retort but a deep moan takes its place when Jolly licks through my folds.

"Let's hear it darling, how wrecked you are for both of us," Ricky coos. His glacier eyes rake over my body until they lock onto Jolly's challenging gaze. Jolly presses down harder on my thighs and grunts out.

"We'll get you moaning our names soon enough," Jolly mumbles against my clit, the vibrations sending a shock up my spine. At the mercy of my own desperation, my back arches and Ricky tightens his grip around me. "You're not going anywhere princess, right?"

"Please," I whine. "I'll be good. Please fuck me!" The last words spill out, shifting into a high-pitched shriek when Jolly slaps my thigh. My legs tense at the pain that spreads warmly through my thigh. But when he applies more pressure to my clit, I melt instantly, the pain numbing to pleasure.

"Oh fuuuuuuuck," I sigh deeply, relaxing into Ricky's chest. He presses soft kisses to my hair while a hand rests gentle yet strong on my hip. Somehow, despite the overwhelming sensations, I find comfort. I suck in a breath the moment Jolly's tongue flicks over my clit as Ricky does the same to my pert nipple. Jolly huffs a satisfied laugh between my folds as I realize how turned on I've become. Sandwiched between a vampire and werewolf. Both forces of the supernatural, gently taking me apart, piece by piece.

My eyes flutter close as heat blooms in my chest, the rhythmic sensation making me drowsy. When Jolly eases two fingers in, my pussy welcomes him. The pads of Ricky's index fingers tease my nipple while Jolly's fingers caress the sweet spot within. Out of nowhere, pressure builds in my core and I suck in a deep breath. My eyes jolt wide. My cheeks heat when I notice the wetness under my butt. I open my mouth to apologize, but my brain can't process words. Jolly shift himself up onto his knees and pops the digits into his mouth. His chin glistens. Ricky tenses beneath me.

Without warning, Jolly leans forward, closing the distance between him and Ricky. Beside me, Jolly spears Ricky's lips open with his tongue. Ricky moans loudly. Jolly is the first one to pull away. His amber eyes glow feral with desire, and he flashes his canines. My heart skips a beat.

"Oh shit!" The words barely leave my lips when, at lightning speed, Ricky shoves Jolly off the bed. In another fluid motion, he settles back into the pillows and hoists me backwards onto his face. His hands grip my hips with a bruising force, keeping me still as his tongue fucks into my still-dripping cunt. I'm spread open to a very hungry werewolf that hasn't had his fill. Jolly snarls and crawls onto the bed, careful not to touch the vampire's legs. His head dips between my folds and he sucks my clit between his lips, chin bumping Ricky's.

I cry out, my hands finding purchase in Jolly's hair and nails digging in as I drench Ricky beneath me. I go limp and Jolly pulls away just in time to hook his arms under mine.

"Easy," he says softly.

Ricky returns to sitting up against the headboard while Jolly helps me sit in the middle. His touch is gentle when he wipes a tear away. I sniffle.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" His hand rests against my cheek and I lean into his touch.

"Mhmm . . . good," is all my brain can muster.

Jolly leans in, pressing a kiss to my tear stained cheek. "Are you ready for my knot?"

"Yes, please!" My voice comes out breathy and desperate, but I don't care. Whatever was in the tonic still has my body vibrating for more.

"Ok," Jolly says, his eyes flicking up just beyond my shoulder. A knowing grin curves his lips. "I think Ricky is ready for you too."

"W-what?" Curiosity urges me to look back. "Oh." My cheeks flame red at the sight of Ricky lazily stroking his cock.

"Come here, darling." Ricky pats his awaiting lap. I bite at my lip nervously, eyeing him. "We'll take it slow." As I crawl over to Ricky, the mattress shifts as Jolly gets up. "Don't worry about him. Focus on me."

I settle on Ricky's lap, hyper aware of his hard cock pressing against me. His cock twitches and I shiver. He hooks a finger under my chin and pulls me in. Our lips are so close I feel his breath and his cool scent like winter fills my lungs. His eyes flick down to my lips and then back up to meet my gaze. In the space between us, time slows but my body screams for more. I lean in, pressing my lips onto his. I expect urgent lips to kiss me back, but he takes his time. Being immortal, I guess you have all the time in the world.

"More," I whimper. His lips curve into a smile when he kisses me again. His hands come to my hips, anchoring me to him. I nip at his bottom lip and he purrs. Purrs!

Momentarily derailed by thoughts of purring vampires, I still. Ricky chuckles (probably from reading my thoughts) and yanks my hips forward and then back. He crashes his lips into mine and my thoughts vanish, only to be replaced by desperation as he rocks me faster over his cock.

"You're so wet," Ricky moans.

Pressure builds with every swipe of his cock over my clit. I tilt my hips for more friction, wrapping my arms around his neck as I press myself closer. My pussy flutters as I ache for more.

With a grunt, Ricky lifts me at vampiric speeds and then slams me onto his cock. I cry out, whimpering against his lips. I expect pain from the sudden invasion but a soothing warmth spreads to my belly. I let my body take over, bouncing up and down on his cock and chasing my building orgasm.

"That's it, use me," Ricky whispers. His hands grip firmly at my hips as he shifts slightly, taking control. I gasp at the new angle—his cock pounding into the sweet spot within. On the edge of bliss, I'm barely aware of the shift in the mattress and the subtle scent of earth and musk.

"Oh fuck!" Something cold and wet teases the other hole and I tense, halting my climax. Ricky stills beneath me. His hands relax on my hips, one coming to cup my cheek.

"It's ok, just Jolly," Ricky says softly.

"Sorry," Jolly says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "I didn't want to interrupt, but I guess my timing was off too."

I let out a deep breath. "Oh ok."

"Kiss me," Ricky purrs.

I obey, melting into him and losing myself in the taste of him. Of their own volition, my hips grind back and forth, yet Ricky's hands keep the pace slow.

"Good girl," he coos. He presses a kiss to my pulse point and at the same time Jolly's thumb presses in.

"Relax Iz, we have you," Jolly soothes. "Our curious girl."

I let out a deep breath, relaxing into their touch. I press my hands against Ricky's chest as Jolly rests his other hand on my thigh. Together, their touch, kisses, and praise brings me back to the edge. Ricky thrusts deep when Jolly's thumb slides the rest of the way in. I feel so full I can't possibly take anymore.

Without warning, my mind blanks and I clench around them both, crying out as another orgasm crashes over me. Ricky fucks me through the aftershock as Jolly pulls his thumb out. Ricky keeps his grip on my hips. Suddenly, a warm hand pushes me forward until I'm chest to chest with Ricky. I'm so warm and blissed out that I melt easily.

"Breathe in," Ricky instructs, and I follow. "Breathe out." On the exhale, my body loosens even more. I nuzzle into Ricky's neck. "That's it."

When Jolly's cock notches at my back entrance, I sigh deeply. Pleasure surges through me as my walls adjust. Inch by inch, he spreads me open. My lower belly feels heavy and warm at the weight of both of them. Ricky's cock pulses and I let out a delirious giggle.

"Shit!" Jolly curses. "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop it."

"She's so blissed out," Ricky muses. "Ismine."

My eyes flutter open. "Hi," I say sleepily.

Ricky chuckles. "I must have given you too much tonic."

I stifle a yawn. "I'm awake, feels so good."

 "Wakey, wakey," Jolly laughs, smacking my ass. I yelp, jolting upright. I try to turn to throw death daggers at Jolly, but Ricky grips my chin and pulls me into a kiss. His lips are urgent and his tongue dominates my mouth. Jolly thrusts into my ass and I dig my nails into Ricky's chest. He gasps, parting first from our kiss. His lips find my pulse point and my pussy flutters. Jolly growls as his cock thickens. His hands clamp down on my thighs. At the mercy of a werewolf and vampire, my body finally gives in. My moans get louder with each thrust, each cock alternating—never leaving me empty.

I suck in a gasp when I feel Ricky's fangs lengthen, grazing the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Yes!" I mewl. "Please do it."

"Say it," Ricky whispers.

Jolly curses, hips faltering.

"Bite me."

All at once, Ricky's fangs pierce my neck. Jolly grunts, his mouth latching onto the juncture between my neck and shoulder.

I cry out, screwing my eyes shut tight as pain spreads through my neck and shoulder, yet the coil in my core snaps with each pulse of their cocks. My body spasms as white bursts in flashes behind my eyes. I collapse against Ricky yet they continue to fuck me. Jolly's knot blooms, releasing his seed, which causes Ricky to climax. Mindlessly, I clench around them, milking every last drop. As we all still, Jolly and Ricky both retract their mouths and press soothing kisses to each bite mark. Their hands caress my body lovingly. Despite the pain and the eventual bruises, I sigh deeply into their embrace.

"Thank you," I whisper into Ricky's neck. "Thank you for seeing me."

"Thank you for trusting us."

"Let's get you cleaned up," Jolly adds.

We part, and Jolly hoists me into his arms. Before we even make it into the bathroom, Ricky has gone ahead of us, making the shower the perfect temperature. My feet barely touch the ground before Ricky is hauling me into the shower at lightning speed. Jolly scowls.

Ricky kisses me under the water before washing me gently. Abruptly, Jolly yanks at my wrist, pulling me into him. With ease, he lifts me up, shoving my back into the tile.

"Mine," he growls.

On instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist and he thrusts into me hard. My hands find purchase around his neck as I cling to him. Suddenly, we are spun around and I crash into Ricky's chest.

"Ours," he purrs, his ready cock teasing my ass. His cock isn't as thick as Jolly's, so he slides easily into my back entrance.

"Oh fuck!" I curse as I clench around them. My climax surges with their releases. As the water cools around us, the vampire and werewolf spill their seed.

The dusty hues of morning twilight fill the room when we all finally crawl into bed. I nuzzle into Ricky's bare chest, his cool smooth skin grounding. Jolly snuggles up behind me, his arm thrown over my hip. Comforted by my vampire and werewolf, my hot and cold, ice and earth— I fall asleep easily.

“I wanna finish this episode first,” Nick says before yawning and stretching again. Noah just shakes his head and cleans up the coffee table. By the time he returns to the room, he finds Nick snoring softly and Lydia perched on his chest.

“Come on, Lydia,” Noah whispers. “Daddy needs to go to bed.” Noah steps closer to the cat, and she jumps off her owner. She huffs at Noah’s feet in what he can only fathom as disappointment. If she could talk he presumes she would have told him to fuck off. 

“Nicky,” he shakes his best friend’s shoulder. Nick blinks a few times to clear his blurry eyes. 

“Whaaat,” he mutters sleepily, glaring up at Noah. It’s always a gamble waking Nick up. 

“Go to bed,” Noah says softly, extending his hand. Nick rolls his eyes, but sits up and takes his hand. Noah thinks only for a second about entangling his fingers with Nick’s but lets go once he’s standing. They’ve been friends since they were kids. He’s always felt more, but he never wanted to jeopardize their friendship. So Noah does what he always does and swallows down the feelings and locks them away. 

Nick smiles softly, “Good night, Noah.” It’s then that Noah realizes he’s still holding Nick’s hand. “Good night, Nick.” He releases his friend’s hand and watches as he turns down the hall to his bedroom. Noah’s heart aches to curl up next to Nick. To take his stress away. 

Sadness threatens to wash over him. Noah sighs deeply, steeling his emotions and shoving them further down before shuffling to his bedroom. 

It’s late morning when Noah wakes up. His eyes hurt, which probably means that at some point, he cried himself to sleep, but he doesn’t remember. It’s quiet again when he drags his feet into the kitchen. His legs feel heavy and weighed down by exhaustion and mental fatigue. Scanning the kitchen for a clean coffee mug, he spots a note on the counter. It reads :

Meet me at the park before sunset. 

Noah smiles and shakes his head. Well, Nick must not be mad at him, right? He relaxes a little as intrigue replaces fear. He doesn’t dwell too much as a big yawn overtakes him, deciding to get a few hours of sleep before getting ready. 

The park is surprisingly barren when Noah arrives, only a few boats are scattered throughout the lake. Noah knows exactly where Nick would be despite being given no directions. The large oak tree near the docks. It’s exactly where he finds Nick. His shoulder-length brunette locks twist in the breeze. His eyes brighten as a grin spreads over his lips when Nick spots him. 

“Hey,” Noah smiles, sitting down next to Nick on the blanket. 

“How’d you know I would be here?” Nick chuckles. 

“You’re predictable.” Noah shoves him playfully on the shoulder. Nick laughs even harder at his truth. “So why’d you bring me here?”

Nick inhales deeply, running his hand through his hair. “You and I have known each other for a very long time, and even since we started living together, I’ve felt something more, but I–” his words died down as his cheeks blushed the prettiest shade of pink. He huffed in frustration, but grabbed something from against the tree. 

“I’m not very good with words…” he starts as he sets the acoustic guitar on his lap. “But I wrote you a song. There are no words, but… I…I hope you can feel how I feel.” 

Nick inhaled again, collecting himself as I took in every word he said. He wrote a song for me. 

The first chord hit me deep, sent a spark through Noah, and as the song progresses, the familiar melody starts to dance on the tip of his tongue. Noah desperately wants to hum along with him, but Noah waits, drinking in every note Nick plays. Noah watches intently as Nick’s fingers glide along the fretboard. The nod of his head makes Noah grin as Nick immerses himself in the song. Once he gets back to the chorus, Noah begins humming the melody. Nick’s eyes go wide in surprise, but he didn’t miss a beat. His smile is bright and effortless. At this moment, Noah thinks to himself, "This is my soulmate." He doesn’t need a label to know what they are. As long as he has Nick by his side it nothing else matters.

"Hey what's up," Noah asks brightly and then his tone turns concerned. He takes your hands in his and squeezes gently. After all these years he still knows how to help calm you down. "What's rolling around in that pretty little head of yours?" Noah smiles.

His words gently pull you away from your racing thoughts. Noah wraps his strong arms around you pulling you into a big hug. Your heartbeat starts to slow. You take a deep breath and let loose the thoughts you've been carrying:

Ok it's weird please don't think I'm crazy but I'm almost thirty and I've never been able to make myself squirt and I'm a little embarrassed please don't laugh at me can you help me please?

Noah smiles softly and it melts away your anxiety. After kissing your cheek he whispers, "Of course, whatever the birthday girl wants." His eyes meet your gaze and you smile up at him.

"Thank you." Your voice comes out small,but your heart is full of gratitude. You can feel your cheeks heat but you don't shy away.

"I always take care of my bestie especially on her birthday. Let me take you to dinner."

You're a little tipsy when you and Noah return home. When he closes the front door, something stirs in your gut. Maybe its nerves or the wine but you find yourself crowding into his space. Noah steps back against the door with a thud. Confidence and a bit of eagerness swirl within and you grab Noah's hands to guide them to your waist. With your bodies pressed together you feel his arousal grow.

Through hooded lids you peer up at Noah, his pupils blown wide just like yours. "Kiss me," you demand without hesitation. Noah crashes his lips to yours. It's hot and urgent, his fingers pulling you closer. A soft moan slips from your mouth the moment Noah's tongue parts your lips. You prop yourself up on your tip toes to wrap your arms around his tattooed neck. Closer. You press yourself firmly against his muscular frame, but it's not enough.

His hands slide down your sides to cup your ass and then suddenly he's lifting you up. You wrap your legs around him as he carries you to the bedroom. You can't help but giggle with glee when he plops you on the mattress, bouncing lightly as the bed adjusts to your weight, and then he's on you capturing your lips. His hands are quick at lifting off your shirt and then he does the same to his own. He steals another kiss as you unfasten your bra. Noah's gaze lingers hotly on your pebbled nipples. Heat rises from your chest spreading up your neck to flush your cheeks. Biting your lip you grasp at his jeans undoing his button and zipper. Your eyes catch the bulge behind the fabric and you can't help but brush your hand over his arousal.

Noah sucks in a breath and shudders.

"Soon, baby girl. But right now it's all about you." His voice is husky and drenched in sex. A promise kept.

Noah fastens his jeans again.

Lifting your hips you slide off your jeans along with your panties. Noah's gaze never leaves yours. After discarding your clothes, you lay bare and waiting for Noah. He walks over the closet and pulls out a small wooden box and a towel. He hands you the towel and you adjust to laying on top of it. Noah then sets the box on the bed and lifts out fluffy hand cuffs. Your eyes go wide and heartbeat skyrockets.

"Hey, I'm right here. Everything's gonna be okay." Noah leans over and caresses your cheek with his thumb. "Remember your safe word?"

You nod your head, "Lily."

"Very good." Noah smiles. "And if you need anything adjusted or you want to take a break just say 'yellow'."

"Got it," you smile back. Noah cuffs your hands to the bed restraints. He kisses the corner of your mouth and your heart flutters.

Suddenly the mattress dips and you jolt the moment Noah's fingers tease over your dripping cunt.

"Easy tiger. Just want to help get you warmed up." You hear the smile in Noah's voice and release the breath you've been holding. Noah presses featherlight kisses up your thigh. You can't help but try and tilt your hips, eager for more. You can sense he's close, his face mere meters from your sex.

"I'm going to touch you now, ok?"

"Ok," you let out a breath, trying to relax. Noah presses soft kisses to your folds before gently spreading you open. Noah kisses the hood of your clit before pressing his tongue against it. He circles a few times in one direction and then the other. Your core heats, igniting the pressure to start building but then Noah pulls away.

You whine at the loss of his touch when suddenly you hear a low rumbling sound and the shutting of a drawer.

"I hope it's-"

"-it's fully charged," you blush. "Was preparing for a lonely night."

"Well I'm glad you aren't alone on your birthday." Noah leans over you and kisses you tenderly on the lips. You kiss him back with a fervor, rustling against your restraints, aching to touch him. He parts your lips with his tongue at the same time something soft yet hard starts to rumble against your clit. You nearly bite down on Noah's tongue as a sudden shriek slips through your lips. He kisses you breathless, pressing the wand vibrator firmly against your swollen clit. Your hips rock chasing the friction.

"That's it baby," Noah praises. You moan into his mouth as your first climax claims you.

As you steady your breathing, the mattress dips when Noah gets off. The pounding heartbeat in your ear doesn't help you recognize if Noah has anymore tricks up his sleeve.

"Legs up," Noah says as he taps your knee. You bend your knees upright, legs spread wide and feet planted firmly on the mattress. Noah crawls between your legs to kneel as he can only take up so much space. "Look at you, open, dripping, and ready for more."

Your mouth pops open to question what he means when something cold and slick notches at your entrance. "Relax, breathe baby girl," Noah soothes. You settle back into the pillows, exhaling deeply. You close your eyes, melting further into the mattress.

Your walls adjust quickly as the silicone inches further into you. Noah takes his time, reminding you to breathe as you take the toy deeper. Your breath hitches the moment the dildo brushes against your gspot.

"Are you okay?" he asks, noticing your body tense.

"Yeah, just surprised. That's all." You feel your cheeks flame crimson. You look away as shame tries to bury itself in your chest. If you could hide away in your hands you would, but they're a little tied up at the moment.

"Do you want to stop?"

You roll the question around in your mind for a second contemplating every outcome, but your heart is steadfast. You find the courage to meet his gaze and its full of genuine concern.

"No, I'm better now. Just needed a second," you notice Noah breathing in time if you, encouraging small steady breaths.

"Good." Noah leans down and kisses you softly. You melt into his touch letting your eyes close. He deepens the kiss at the same time he inches the dildo further into you. This time it's easier to take it deeper. When it brushes against the sweet spot inside you you can't help but arch your back a little and moan. With each steady thrust of the dildo your kisses become a sloppy, more teeth and tongue. The space between your bodies is hot and sticky yet all you can think about his him. Your best friend and roommate bringing you to the edge of climax, again.

As the pressure builds deep in your core something rumbles against your swollen clit.

"Fuck, Noah," you bite out as your body tenses and then relaxes to the new sensation. As you look down, you see Noah's brows furrowed in concentration. His arm flexes with each deep thrust that has your eyes nearly rolling back. There's no way his abs aren't aching to keep him upright as he expertly overwhelms your clit from nearly all sides. Noah flicks the dildo upward in quick successions tapping your gspot. Your hips tilt further.

"Oh my god, Noah," his name tumbles from your lips as your body seizes. "Feel like I need to pee." Noah practically yanks the dildo from your pussy's grasp and your release gushes freely. The towel dampens quickly under your ass and thighs.

"Wow," Noah huffs in disbelief. "That was impressive! Think you could do it again?"

"Again?" You pant trying to catch your breath. Noah sucks his index and middle finger into his mouth and your pussy clenches around nothing. "Yeah, I think so," you barely squeak out.

Noah dives in completely discarding the toys. His slick fingers find purchase within your wall coaxing the spongy spot within you. His tongue flicks small circles around your clit. You can't help but rut against his face, searching for more friction.

"God, you're so wet." Noah groans and it sends sharp pulses through your clit.

"That's it baby, soak me."

You scream his name, back arching off the mattress as white stars burst behind your eyelids. Noah swiftly replaces his fingers with his tongue, licking and sucking every drop of your release. As you come down he remains between your legs, his tongue is soft yet thorough. Your whole body feels simultaneously weightless and heavy like you could either float away or fall through the mattress. Your eyes remain closed, lashes wet and heavy from tears.

Sighing, all of the tension flows out of your body and for the first time in a long time you feel safe and at ease. Suddenly, a giggle erupts from your throat as Noah presses featherlight kisses all over your vulva and your outer lips. He trails up your mound paying special attention to every stretch mark on your soft tummy. His kisses deepen as you ascends your sternum and then the column of your throat.

He pulls away just enough to grab the key off of the night stand and quickly unfastens the cuffs at your wrists. He massages and kisses each wrist and then returns to you.

"You okay?"

"Hm, more than okay." You smile and he smiles back. "Thank you."

"Happy birthday," he mumbles against your lips before melting into a kiss.

Justin Morrow falls to his knees. Ricky locks the door, and then in two long strides Ricky looms over the bassist. A rare occurrence, but powerful and exhilarating, nonetheless. Ricky loves making big men feel small. Justin's pathetic puppy eyes shine ready and eager for any command. Ricky smiles to himself with pride as Justin clasps his hands behind his back. Good boy. He's been working hard on teaching Justin to keep his hands to himself. He is only a mutt after all. Justin squirms under his intense gaze, shoulders tensing and pulse racing.

"What do you want mutt?" Ricky harshly whispers. His fingers grip Justin's jaw halting his movements. Ricky waits for Justin to break, to speak to safe word—anything. If this is not what Justin wants all he has to do is let him know and he will then offer different support.

Justin answers by licking his lips and then nuzzling his face against Ricky's crotch. Ricky releases Justin's jaw to tangle his fingers in Justin's now shoulder length hair. Justin whines pressing sloppy kisses and licks on the rough denim. Ricky couldn't be happier and more aroused.

Justin yelp when Ricky yanks him off. Justin pants breathless, flush cheeks and pupils blown wide. Ricky's hands release Justin's strands to cup his cheeks. He wipes a single stray tear away with his thumb and then boops Justin's nose. Justin huffs, brows scrunching together and eyes narrowing to frustrated slits. Ricky quickly moves his hand away from Justin's mouth before he gets the bad idea to bite him.

Justin's features shift instantly the moment Ricky unfastens the button and zipper to his jeans. He pulls his throbbing cock from his boxers and smacks Justin's cheek.

"That's for even thinking about biting me. Don't get any bright ideas, mutt, or this all goes away."

Justin scoots closer on his knees and looks up at Ricky with pleading eyes. And then he sticks out his long tongue and starts to pant eagerly.

"You really are pathetic and needy," Ricky coos, slowly stroking his cock. Justin eagerly nods his head, drool dripping off his tongue. "Fine." Ricky relents his hand and offers his cock to Justin who whimpers the second his tongue makes contact with his shaft.

Justin teases the head of Ricky's cock for a maddeningly long time, licking, and kissing, worshiping ever inch. Ricky watches Justin's eyes flutter closed as he sucks the head into his mouth. Justin's tongue rolls around it, flicking the underside of Ricky's cock and then dipping into the slit.

Pressure builds in Ricky's core, tightening his balls. His cock pulses in Justin's mouth—he won't last much longer. Ricky fists Justin's strands with both hands urging him on. His hips snap forward.

Justin grunts, his head bobbing in a quick rhythm. His tongue flicks and swirls just right that Ricky's abs clench. Ricky shoves Justin's face forcing him to take his cock until he gags. Justin's throat constricts and he moans. Justin looks up through heavy wet lashes. His hazy eyes lock on Ricky's and the flood gates burst open.

Ricky curses, dumping his load into Justin's throat. Justin groans swallowing, pulling Ricky closer to shove his nose in Ricky's pubes. Justin inhales deeply the scent of musk and sex. Justin's lashes flutter and his body jerks as he slides off of Ricky's now softening cock.

Ricky stumbles backward a few steps before catching the arm of the couch. Justin slumps forward, breathing heavy and then he starts laughing.

"You good?" Ricky asks, extending his hand to Justin. Justin smiles wildly, taking Ricky's hand.

"Yeah... I've never come untouched before. You've got a magic dick, there, Rick." Justin eyes him up and down before smacking Ricky on the shoulder and Ricky just rolls his eyes.

"Do you think you'd every tell your family about us?" His lips freeze on your pulse point.

"Already have, sweetie that's why we're here," he chuckles softly, the vibration warming your neck crawling up to your cheeks. His lips linger higher up your jaw to kiss the corner of your lip while his hands press at your hips turning you to face him.

Nicholas' steel blue eyes cloud with lust, "I've got some making up to do. Watching you come apart on a screen just isn't enough." Your pussy throbs at the memory of Mr. Karlsson storming into the room while masturbating with Nicholas on screen. He'd rip out the toy that Nicholas was controlling, then angle your body perfectly, forcing Nicholas to watch Mr. Karlsson fuck you. It was the blessed addendum to the negotiations that Nicholas wanted.

Nicholas loved watching Mr. Karlsson fuck you rough. Your eyes would remain fixed on his on the screen as his hands would rest on his bare thighs, fingertips digging into the skin. The moment Nicholas' name fell from your lips, he would climax untouched, shooting cum all over his chest.

Your lashes flutter open softly as Nicholas' husky voice yanks you from your lusty memory, "I'll be your cuck in every room. How does that sound?"

He nips at your earlobe and a small yelp tumbles from your lips. Your eyes remain unfocused and clouded with lust but somehow in the corner of your vision you spot a pair of brown eyes watching you. Heat shoots straight to your core. Tilting your head slightly you catch Nicholas' lips with yours. His lips are soft and warm against yours and they part so easily. Nicholas walks you back into the brick of the mantle. His grip on your hips turns bruising and then he starts to rock against you. Despite the layers of denim between you, you can feel every inch of his hard cock. It's been so long you'd been with him that you had forgotten how much bigger he is compared to the other guys. How could you forget?!

"Is that a yes, kitten?"

You open your mouth to answer but a moan slips out.

"Getting started without me?" Mr. Karlsson chuckles darkly.

"Mhm," Nicholas moans in agreement against your skin.

"God, I've missed you," you softly confess. Internally, you chide yourself for not responding to Mr. Karlsson as you should.

Mr. Karlsson clears his throat, annoyed. You tense, eyes going wide. Mr. Karlsson looks pissed. You move your hands to push against Nick's chest, but he doesn't budge.

"Nicky, please." Nicholas digs is nails deeper into your skin while sucking a hickey on your neck. "Mine," he whispers in your ear. He releases his grip on you and throws you a wink before turning to Mr. Karlsson.

"Come give daddy a kiss on the cheek," Mr. Karlsson addresses Nicholas. Nicholas obeys with a smug grin giving Mr. Karlsson the faintest of pecks.

Mr. Karlsson's eyes narrow. "Now apologize."

"Sorry daddy," Nicholas casts his gaze to floor but there is no hint of remorse in his tone.

"I'll deal with you later," Mr. Karlsson bites out and then walks around Nicholas and then straight to you.

You stand frozen in shame with your eyes glued to the floor. Mr. Karlsson gently lifts your chin to meet his gaze. "You are not in trouble, darling." He kisses the corner of your lip. "Seems like you've forgotten Nicholas's wit and charm. He brats out differently than Folio and Noah so don't let him get under away with it. He wants to get in trouble." You relax into him, noticing Nicholas has left.

"Come now love, dinner's waiting."

In the huge open kitchen you find Noah and Folio chatting on metal bar stools by the butcher block island. Suddenly, your heart leaps in you chest when you spot the gorgeous bouquet of flowers. Letting go of Mr. Karlsson's hand, you rush over the counter. The arrangement is breathtaking in its mix of deep reds and burgundy to soft white and pastel pink petals like firing passionate love in the dead of winter. Leaning against the marble vase is a card. Gently, you tear open the card addressed to you. In it, Nicholas' mother and sister welcome you into the family. Tears threaten to spill over as unexpected joy spreads through your chest. All of a sudden hands and bodies press against you and that's when you finally notice the guys… your guys holding you tight.

After a few sniffles and hiccup coughs, Noah, Nicholas and Folio step back from the group hug leaving you in a tight embrace with Mr. Karlsson.

"That was very kind of them," he says softly against your hair. At a loss for words you hug him tighter, breathing in his soothing cologne. Exhaling a long breath, you part from Mr. Karlsson to hand him the card and then quickly peck a kiss to his cheek. He knows what you're about to do before you even have time to stop yourself. With overwhelming emotions stirring in your gut, your heart leads you to Nicholas. You don't notice the other guys part when your hand fists at Nicholas' sweater pulling him into a heated, passionate kiss. The tears finally flow down your cheeks freely. He kisses you back with the same fervor and fierceness that seals your bond together.

"Thank you," you say, squeezing his hand tight. "I know you all…" You step back to meet each one of their gaze, "have been trying for so long to help see that we are family and now I know it's true."

Nicholas hugs you tight, "I love you. We love you."

"Let's eat! I'm starving!" Folio shatters the tender moment.

"You're always hungry, dude." Noah rolls his eyes then smacks Folio on the back of the head.

"Do that again and I'll pin you to the ground," Folio threatens playfully.

"I'd watch that!" you egg them on. A silent storm rages between Noah and Folio and a part of you wants to see how it plays out, but Nicholas takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen.

"Let's eat before it gets cold. Those two have been at each other's throats all day."

"That's hot," you smile taking the plate Nicholas offers you.

Despite being on vacation, your body wakes you up before dawn. You aren't surprised that the sheets beside you are empty and cool— no vacation could keep Mr. Karlsson from his routine. Rolling over you find no note or text from him which means you'll have to find him yourself.

You dress in an off white knit crop top and matching joggers. In the closet you find Mr. Karlsson's orange flannel that your layer over top. After sliding into fuzzy slippers you make your way down the wooden stair case to the main level, the scent of coffee pulling you into the kitchen.

"Good morning," your voice is thick from sleep but you pay no mind as you wrap your arms around Mr. Karlsson.

"Good morning!" He turns to face you in the embrace. "How'd you-" He steps back and takes in your outfit, his eyes linger on his flannel. Without warning he grabs your hips and lifts you onto the kitchen island. You yelp when your ass hits the hard granite.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he growls tugging at the waistband of your pants. You lift your hips to help him pull them down then you lean back on your elbows. He licks his lips, "No panties either," he huffs in delight. He leans over your eager pussy and with his thick fingers he gently pulls your lower lips apart. His breath is hot against your sensitive skin making you moan. "It's like you planned this. " Mr. Karlsson dives in, his beard abrases the delicate flesh that heightens your arousal.

"I di-" Suddenly, the air rushes out of you the moment Mr. Karlsson sucks your clit between his teeth. "Hhhhhg" You slap your hand over your mouth to muffle a deep moan. He clamps down on your thighs, bracketing you to the counter and then his tongue licks into your entrance.

"Should have thought about the consequences," he mutters against your throbbing pussy.

"Did someone say consequences?" Nicholas' husky voice filters into the room. How long has he been watching?! You turn your head to find him sporting a messy bun, glasses, some obscure anime on his graphic tee and black lounge pants. At the same time Mr. Karlsson presses a flat tongue to your clit as reminder of what's happening between your legs. "Fuck me," you mutter under your breath. Mr. Karlsson huffs a laugh that rumbles against your aching clit. You tear your gaze away from Nicholas hoping he'll get the message to leave, but to your dismay he crowds within your legs beside Mr. Karlsson.

"May I?" Nicholas asks.

You open your mouth to tell him to fuck off. But you don't really mean it as you've missed spending time with him. And you know cursing gets under his skin. A part of you loves to rile him up. He's so quiet most of the time but when you push at each other's buttons things heat up quick.

Mr. Karlsson sucks at your clit one last time before pulling off with an audible pop. He stands righting himself before capturing Nicholas' lips, sliding his tongue into his mouth. Nicholas moans and Mr. Karlsson parts, planting a tender kiss to his cheek. You take this time to breathe and prop yourself up on your elbows.

"Of course, but don't take to long she gets hangry." You narrow your eyes throwing a scowl in Mr. Karlsson's direction. He winks and turns to the espresso machine.

"I do-" the retort dies in the back of your throat the second Nicholas' tongue swipes from entrance to your clit. "Oh my god!" Your hands dive into his messy hair shoving him onto you. Your clit ached for more friction and he delivered.

"For someone," you pant a little breathless. "….who doesn't talk much….you sure do know how… to use…your tongue!" Suddenly, he slides in two into you. Your arms begin to tremble so you relent to laying back onto the counter top. Closing your eyes you let the sensations wash over you. Nicholas sucks your now engorged clit between his lips at the same time he curves his fingers into the sweet spot inside you. Your legs and abdomen tense as the heat builds in your core. His fingers brush against the spongy spot coaxing you closer to the edge when suddenly he kisses your clit and then pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue. The heel of his other hand presses firmly against your clit eliciting a shockwave that crashes through you.

"Oh fuck!" Without warning, white stars burst behind your eyelids as your body tenses and trembles. Nicholas continues to lick and suck at your now very sensitive pussy. "Nick, I-"

"You taste so good…need every last drop," he whines. He begins to kiss at your swollen lips.

"Please..hurts…" Your brain buffers briefly for the right word. "Sensitive." Exhaling deeply, the hormonal haze of the earth shattering orgasm dissipates bringing you some clarity. "Give me few minutes. Kiss me other places then I'll let you clean me up." Nicholas huffs in frustration but complies kissing tenderly at your thighs and tummy. Your hands return to his scalp when your begin to massage with your fingertips. He moans against your flesh sending a shiver up your spine. After taking another centering breath you grant him permission to finish. His tongue is gentle yet thoroughly revered. He kisses your lower lips one last time before standing.

"Thank you," he says softly. He extends a hand to help you up and you take it. "Thank you," You smile back at him. You hop off the counter and redress as Nicholas makes you a cup of coffee.

"I've got some plans for you." Nicholas hands you the mug and you continue. "For us…" your eyes flick up to his and back to your coffee. You can feel your cheeks heat. Insecurity and excitement battle and bubble in your stomach. You close your eyes for a second to quell the internal battle within you. You remind yourself of all the wonderful memories you've shared with all of them over the years. You've had the hard conversations yet you still return to this same desire every time. In your heart of hearts you know its time for the next step. You know with certainty that each one of them will be right be your side through all of it.

When you open your eyes again you meet Nicholas' strong gaze. "For all of us." Tears threaten to spill at the confession, but you feel lighter. His gaze doesn't falter. A smile curves his full lips when he bumps his coffee mug against yours.

"I can't wait."

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