Destroy Me: A Reverse Harem Vampire Romance (The Last Vocari Book 4) Page 2

  I exhaled long and loud when I thought he was far enough away and no longer listening. The handle wrenched forward a heartbeat later, dragging me with it into the gym, nearly jerking my goddamned arm out of its socket. I grabbed my shoulder, cursing under my breath as I glared up into the icy blue eyes of Frost.

  “Damnit, Frost,” I gritted out, checking to make sure it hadn’t actually dislocated. It hadn’t and I sighed. Re-setting a shoulder had to be one of my least favorite experiences. Not because of the pain—my shattered foot had definitely taken the cake on that one—but because of the strange sensation of your bones not being where they should. It was, for lack of a better word, disgusting. Getting the shoulder back into the socket always made me want to hurl.

  “Shit,” he cursed, his deep, throaty voice bellowing in the cavernous space. “Rose, I didn’t mean to— “

  “Shut up,” I said, mostly teasing now. “I’m good.”

  “The fuck did you do?” Blake demanded, appearing around Frost, affording me a full view of their gloriously unclothed torsos. Lightly coated in a sheen of sweat.

  It took a lot to make a vampire sweat, they must have been going extra hard.

  I licked my lips, taking in how their gym shorts did absofuckinglutely nothing to conceal what was beneath.

  “Rose, you good?” Blake asked, making my head snap up from his junk to his face, to find one dark brow quirked up, the ghost of a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth.

  I swallowed, striding past Frost into the room, my body suddenly alive with energy. More energy than I’d felt in days. I’d spent too long just living day by day. Eat. Sleep. Beat up training dummies. Repeat.

  “Great,” I answered Blake, squatting to unzip my knee-high boots and toss them into a corner of the rectangular room. It was pretty massive considering. With one side laid out like a pay-by-the-month membership type joint with machinery all but useless to immortals and the other half a relatively barren space absolutely perfect for sparring.

  “Rose, what the fuck are you doing?” Frost asked, shutting the door. “We thought we heard Az out there just now. Is he back?”

  “Yup,” I replied, dismissive. I didn’t want to talk about that right now. I wanted to tackle the shit out of my guys, make them submit, and then fuck until dawn. Yeah. Great plan.

  I pulled my long black hair back into a tight ponytail, rolling my shoulders back as I began to stretch out my back and neck, moving to my legs next. “Now. Who’s going to spar with me?”

  Blake grinned.

  Frost’s face hardened even more as if that were possible. I swore getting a smile from that great big oaf was damn near impossible sometimes. He ranged from angry to angrier and there wasn’t much in between. “Not exactly a fair fight,” he said, giving me a hard look.

  I gave a one-shoulder shrug, backing slowly, maybe a little provocatively towards the sparring area. “No,” I agreed, turning the tables back on them. Sometimes I wondered if they forgot who I was. Always so concerned with protecting me they disregarded the fact I killed vampires for sport for years before I met them. Often more than one at a time. Sometimes many if they were young and inexperienced.

  “It’s not a fair fight…” I trailed off, winking. “For you.”

  Blake laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Is that so?” He asked, crossing his arms over his tatted chest.

  I bit my lip, beckoning him with a finger curled inward. “Why don’t you come and find out?”

  Even I had to admit my guys were among the strongest of vampires their age I’d ever met. Hell, they were stronger than some I knew that were several times their ages.

  It didn’t unsettle me for a second. If anything, it made it all the more thrilling. Already, I could feel my senses sharpening into crystalline focus. My body and mind registering a real challenge in their next opponents.

  When Blake darted forward, practically a blur of speed, I let my reflexes take over. Feeling more than seeing how he moved. I stepped out of his path and spun, shoving the back of his right shoulder. His balance faltered for an instant, but he regained it a heartbeat later, coming at me again. Trying to surprise me by faking to the left before grabbing for my right forearm.

  I twisted out of his grip and landed a blow to his chest, making him bounce back a step, surprise registering in his eyes.

  We circled one another for a moment, each looking for weak spots in the other’s movements. On a whim, I withdrew my stake and tossed it to Frost. “If you aren’t going to play, put that away would you?”

  Much like a vampire had trouble containing their thirst—especially while on the hunt—I had trouble controlling my nature to stab first and ask questions later while sparring. I didn’t want to get carried away. Not with my guys.

  From the corner of my eye, I could see Frost’s frown. How his muscles bulged as he crossed them over his chest.

  Blake took advantage of my momentary distraction, managing to sweep my legs out from under me. I landed hard on my back with a gush of air leaving my lungs but was up before Frost could finish growling at Blake.

  Before Blake had even turned around.

  I climbed him like a fucking tree from the back, hooking my leg around his neck and using all my strength to curl my body inward and down, taking him to the ground with me in an epically beautiful chokehold. Glee made my lips turn up into a feral smile.

  When Blake tapped a second later, a bubble of laughter tumbled from my lips.

  “Somebody’s feeling better,” Blake mused with a half-smirk, as I loosened my leg hold on his throat. “That was a damn good hold, Rose.”

  He took a moment on the ground with my leg still wrapped loosely around his throat to grip my leg, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh before he stood, leaving me there on the ground with a quiver in my belly.

  “Well,” I said, wetting my dry throat with a swallow as I arched a brow at Frost. “Think you can take me down, big guy?”

  Frost rolled his eyes.

  “Come on, have a little fun for once.”

  When he still made no reply, I decided to sweeten the deal.

  “Okay, how about this: indulge me here. Both of you come at me. If either of you can take me down...”

  Pause for dramatic effect.

  “I’ll let you do,” I ran a finger down the side of my breast, biting my lower lip, “whatever you want to me.”

  Blake’s eyes widened a fraction before he whipped his head around to glare at Frost. “Man,” he pleaded, glancing between Frost and me, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet. “Come on. We can take her.”

  Frost wiped a hand over his jaw, settling cut-glass eyes on me. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  Before he even finished the last word, he crossed the space, his face a picture of calm as his body tightening, coiling like a snake going in for the kill.

  Fuck yes.

  Come to mama.

  I jumped into the air, twisting my body over his head as he passed under me, ready with a spinning kick as he whirled, arms outstretched to make a grab for me. He dodged, making me remember just how fast he was for a guy so big.

  A prickle skittering over my neck alerted me to Blake coming at me from behind and I dipped low, throwing out a leg to send him sprawling to his back this time. Frost managed to get a hand around my waist as I came up, pulling me hard against him.

  Gripping his forearm, I swung my body to one side, effectively cartwheeling out of his grip.

  “Damn, she’s good.”

  “You know it,” I replied, turning in time to see Frost’s eyebrow draw down, confused.

  I rushed him, blocking an attack with my arm as I slid through his defenses like a knife through butter, tucking into a roll and grabbing his leg as I went. I almost had him, too, but Blake lifted me from behind as easily as though he were lifting a small child. Yanking me from Frost and the ground to toss me through the air.

  A ballsy move. If I didn't have the reflexes of a goddamned cat,
I could have been seriously hurt. But he knew I’d kill the landing. He grinned at me as my feet found the concrete floor again, arm out to steady myself.

  A hiss came from my lips and I glared up at him, daring him to make another move.

  “She’s like a damned cat,” Blake said.

  But I was looking right at him and his lips...they weren’t moving.

  My lips parted. Was that...

  Had I just read his mind?

  “You’re going down,” I heard from behind me, but I whipped my head around a fraction of a second too late. Frost had me, arms like metal bars around my body, constructing like a serpent. Keeping my arms pressed hard to my sides. He dipped his head down to my ear, whispering hotly, “Concede?”

  Mouth dry, I licked my lips, watching Blake saunter over like a panther stalking his prey. He stared appreciatively at my body, bound in the flesh of his best friend, and I was reminded of a time when he had me bound just as securely, in Shibari ropes, suspended from the ceiling of their loft in Baton Rouge.

  Heat pooled between my thighs and a small moan escaped my lips as he ran a finger down my sweat-slicked belly below Frost’s arms, dipping his fingers below the waistband of my leather pants to grab me by my cunt.

  My hips bucked.

  “We win,” he said in a husky voice, their combined scents intoxicating me almost just as much as their touch. All thoughts of a possible mind reading moment fled my thoughts. I could over analyze later. Right now, all I wanted, more than anything, was to feel my guys inside me.

  “This time,” I allowed. “I’ll get you next time, you’ll see.”

  Blake's grip on my pussy tightened and a whimper left my lips as a jolt of pleasure exploded through me. “I have no doubt,” he replied, swallowing my whimper with a kiss that set my body on fire.

  “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” Frost said in a brusque whisper, nipping at the crook of my neck as Blake moved his lips down, kissing my chin. My jugular. Batting Frost’s arms out of the way so he could lay another kiss on my chest. All the sensations running through me made me want to scream.

  I needed them. Bad.

  I couldn’t wait to go back to the bedroom. This was happening here. Now. Ethan would be finished with those vials any second now. He could join us.

  “I need you to fuck me,” I demanded, my voice a breathy hiss. “Fuck me until I can’t walk. Got it?”

  “Your wish is our command,” Frost growled in my ear, releasing me from his hold to unzip my shirt from the back, plucking it from my naked flesh in the blink of an eye.

  “Hold her.”

  Frost pulled my arms up over my head obediently, as Blake knelt and jerked my leather pants off. The air in the gym was cool against my heated skin. I moaned at the sensation and Frost took that opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth. At the same time, Blake’s tongue delved into the slickness between my legs.

  My knees buckled and two strong pairs of arms caught me. Blake grabbed my thighs and hoisted me up between them, wrapping my legs around his head.

  And fuck if that wasn’t erotic, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted them inside.

  Now if only I could get my brain to work long enough to tell them that. Frost tweaked a pebbled nipple between his fingertips, and I moaned into his mouth. My core tightened and flexed trying to press closer to Blake, but he pulled back, kissing the inside of my thighs.

  “Fuck me, please.” I arched my back, tightening my legs around his head.

  Blake growled, scraping his fangs along my inner thigh. I shuddered, waiting for the pain and pleasure of his bite.

  “Didn’t she say we could do whatever we wanted if we won?” he asked, his dark eyes glancing over to Frost.

  The smirk tugged at Frost’s mouth shot a bolt of electricity through my core. “Those were the terms of the agreement.”

  The excitement those words brought almost pushed me over the edge. My skin crawling with the need for them, and it sounded as if they were getting ready to fuck with me rather than fuck me. Oh, there would be hell to pay later, and judging by their expressions, they were looking forward to it.

  “Take her over there,” Blake said, his voice rough.

  Frost’s grip on me tightened and Blake lowered my legs from his shoulders. I felt like a piece of meat being carried across the room. There was a large contraption in the corner with a bench and multiple handles for weight lifting. Blake didn’t waste any time stripping his shorts off, and my mouth watered at the sight of him hard and ready. He settled on the bench and lowered me into his lap.

  “Hold onto the bar above your head and don’t let go,” he growled into my shoulder.

  His voice against my skin made me shudder and I did as he said. Frost adjusted the weights so I would be able to suspend myself from it without pulling the bar down. He watched with half-lidded eyes as Blake’s cock slid achingly slow into me, his arms under my legs.

  I didn’t know how he was so good at restraining himself, but it was the most exquisite form of torture. I wanted it hard and brutal, I wanted to feel all of them, all of my guys, our puzzle of four souls. This delicate attention was more like Ethan’s handiwork, which wasn’t bad. It was just so unlike them.

  Frost’s shorts hit the floor just as Blake started moving. The combination of that delicious friction and the striptease in front of me had me panting and reinforcing my grip on the bar. Blake’s nose brushed across my shoulder and I tilted my head to the side in silent permission. He chuckled and thrust harder for a few strokes, pressing light kisses across my neck.

  Were they deliberately withholding their bite from me?

  “So impatient,” he murmured against my skin.

  In front of us, Frost had his cock in his hand, stroking lightly. I wanted it, in my hand, in my mouth, in me anywhere he could fit it. He approached and knelt, and I barely had time to register what he was about to do through the haze of lust when his tongue lashed out at my sex.

  I nearly lost my grip on the bar.

  “Don’t let go,” Blake commanded.

  Fuck.

  Holding on was a lot harder than I’d anticipated. When my whole body wanted to go limp under their dual assault. Blake held my hips still as his thrusts picked up and Frost’s tongue pressed and swirled. My head fell back onto Blake’s shoulder and he groaned, teeth pressing against the tender flesh but not yet piercing.

  “Do it, please,” I begged.

  My stomach twisted, a quickening sensation rushing through me. Frost’s hands caressed my breasts and I moaned loudly, pushing Blake’s restraint over the edge as his teeth sunk in, his pace coming unhinged. His venom crashed into my building orgasm and exploded through me violently.

  My head spun with the ferocity of it. Blake growled into my shoulder as he followed me over the edge. My arms were burning with the strain of holding myself up and my grip started to slip.

  Fighting was one thing but holding your weight still like that was brutal.

  Blake wrapped an arm around my middle, pulling my legs back to set my knees on the bench on either side of him. “You can let go now.”

  I almost crumpled with relief and Blake kept hold of me, pressing me against his chest so I didn’t tip over.

  Frost’s attention latched onto a noise across the room and I was able to focus on the last piece of my puzzle coming toward us. My mouth stretched into a lazy grin as the little minx purred, anticipation coiling in the pit of my stomach.

  The tips of Ethan’s ears were red, but he moved steadily closer, his growing erection visible under his clothes. His gaze moved over me hungrily before he glanced at Frost for direction.

  I reached for him, my arm strength returning as the blood rushed back to my fingertips. Frost moved back and I grabbed Ethan’s waistband, unzipping his pants. His breath hitched as I tugged them down, freeing his cock and wrapping my hand around the silky steel.

  I wanted to taste it.

  But Ethan shocked me when he grabbed me by the w
aist, hoisting me off of Blake’s lap and pressing me to him. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck, his length trapped between us. Our eyes met and I saw the question in them, the ever-present need for consent, for my permission.

  My lips on his were my answer. I tried to communicate my desperate need, but he maintained his sweet, soft kisses even as he maneuvered to enter me. Hands and lips glided across my back, my ass, the contact lighting me on fire.

  What was going on? As much as I loved this gentle side, I had a craving I wanted satisfied and my guys weren’t giving it to me.

  “What’s wrong?” Ethan asked, noticing my distraction.

  I met all of their eyes. “You’re going too easy on me,” I accused, mostly leveling the accusation at the two behind me. My lip curled and my voice hardened. “What I wanted was all of you in your own way. What I want is for all of us to be connected, together.”

  Frost trailed his fingers up my arm, chasing them with kisses. “What would make you happy, Rosie?”

  Did he want me to take the lead? He hadn’t given up that control since we’d reconnected, but I wasn’t about to turn it down. I pulled him close and made my demands, sweetening my voice.

  “I want you behind me, in my ass,” I whispered against his lips. Then I turned to Blake on my other side and smirked deviously, stroking his cheek. “And I want you in his.”

  I wasn’t sure if he’d go for that. Since we’d been back together, I hadn’t seen him interact much with the other guys. I also knew his lust for dominance in the bedroom, though he was comfortable with the occasional command from Frost. His jaw clenched, but the corners of his lips tilted up and he gave a tight nod.

  Holy fuck. Of all the places to not have any fucking mirrors. Maybe I should’ve gotten a camera. This was something I absolutely wanted to watch. Just the idea of it made me dizzy.

  Adjusting his grip on my thighs, Ethan slid me slowly down his length. I bucked my hips, taking him all in one swift stroke. He hissed between his teeth and pressed his forehead to mine.

  I felt fingers spreading my ass cheeks and braced for pressure, so when Frost’s tongue swept across my asshole I nearly jumped off of Ethan. The sensation was both fucking incredible and jarring, if only because I hadn’t been expecting it.