Lion happily obeyed my request, and my back arched, free hand sliding up Lion’s neck and twisting into his hair.
A small cry left my mouth, lips parted and eyes closed as Lion helped himself to my blood. Cross took my ear inbetween his teeth and slid my hand lower, making me gasp when he pushed my palm between my legs.
“Cross,” I called his name, aroused and stunned at the move, and I felt him smirk against my skin. Lion pulled back slightly and gently sucked on the bite, making me sink my teeth into my lip, shuddering again.
Cross took my fingers in his own as my legs kicked against the counter I was sitting on as I shifted and moved, unable to sit still.
My mouth opened, head falling back into the cupboards as Lion bit me again, my brows drawing together as I moaned softly.
I gasped for breath, crying out in surprise when Cross moved my hand, using my own fingers to rub circles between my legs. I cried out and moved to the side, hips rising as I shifted.
Tears filled my closed eyes, they were so close, touching me, biting me, I couldn’t even think, much less pay any heed to my surroundings.
The dull thunking of my feet kicking back and forth through the air and into the cupboard was the only sound other than my gasping and whimpering in the room.
“Lion,” I called his name when he nipped at my collarbone, tensing and letting my head fall on his shoulder as I moved into the rubbing fingers between my legs, which Cross happily controlled, not letting me pull back even as I tugged at my own wrist, feeling heat and wetness pool between my.legs.
I bit down into Lion’s shoulder, making a loud noise as I came, there on the kitchen counter, after being touched my two vampires.
I panted and slowly lifted my head, nearly screaming. Dune stared at me with wide eyes, and Cross smirked, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Dune, why are you blocking the way-” Kayla shoved past Dune and gasped, hand clapping over her lips.
“Get off of her, what do you think you’re doing?!” Kayla demanded and put her hands on her hips.
“I think I made her orgasm,” Cross said bluntly, and my eyes went wide,
“Oh gods,” I groaned and kicked the vampires away, hopping off the counter and covering my eyes.
“Raven is still so young! How could you even, how old is she?!” Kayla demanded, and the three vampires shared a look.
“No clue,” Lion shrugged, not even caring.
Kayla looked at me. “How old are you? Sixteen?”
I pursed my lips. I had never shared my age, afraid when I turned eighteen, they would kick me out. “None of your business,” I was seventeen, but no one needed to know that.
“Is there a problem –” River faltered and looked at me with wide eyes.
Kayla grabbed River’s wrist. “I need to have a private talk with you, and everyone else. Somewhere other than this house.”
His blue eyes narrowed, but he nodded. “Fine,”
Cross and Lion shared a look. “We do we really have to go out, just because she’s feeling protective over Raven and wants to jump your bones?” Lion asked River in a dull voice.
Kayla gasped while River nodded. “Yes, Raven, we’ll be back,”
I frowned. “I’ll get into trouble, if every one leaves,”
River sighed. “Try your best, I’ll make it up to you,” my eyes went wide, and I touched my neck slowly, nervous.
“O okay,” I agreed and sent Kayla a dirty look. “Don’t jump River just because I’m not there,”
Chapter 30
Kayla glared at Lion. “Now look at what you put in her head, I don’t want to jump River!”
Cross smirked into his first. “Yeah, you want to jump everyone,”
Kayla’s jaw dropped. “No, I do not! Stop it, that’s ridiculous!”
I narrowed my eyes and sent River a look. “Come back quick,” I crossed my arms before I raised my arm and placed a hand near my ear. “Do you hear that? It’s trouble, calling my name,”
Dune snorted. “When is it not? Someone get Fin so we can get this over with,”
I sighed dramatically, even though I was alone in the old castle–like house. I was laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, simply wishing time would go faster.
It had been awhile since the six of us had a good solid relationship, and I looked forward to building on it, so it would last.
And that meant working on myself, as hard as it was to admit I was a good part of the problem, if not most of it.
If I wasn’t so stubborn and rude, things wouldn’t end the way they always do for me. Before Missy had died… we had a fight, and it was a really bad
one.
We didn’t talk well for weeks, and then, I found her dead right as I was going to apologise. Which still mystified me to this day, Missy had told me she was going to die soon from the day she brought me into her home.
It always confused me, because Missy was healthy, and nothing ever seemed amiss. Then she died, and no one could tell me how or why it suddenly happened.
