Van lifts a brow. “We thought you two were going to bring the whole damn house down.”
I feel my cheeks heat, mirroring Izzy’s as she covers up her breasts.
But instead of leaving us to our embarrassment, Wilder, Van, and Aiden stride in, closing and locking the door behind them.
“Think you can go again?” Aiden asks, his eyes locked onto Izzy.
She blushes as she says, “Why not come over here and find out?”
It’s strange, but then, not strange at all, as the three men strip down. All three of them are hard as rocks, telling me our little fuck-session against the door had really been as loud as they’d said. They move like we’ve done this a thousand times before.
Van gently pushes her down so that those perfect breasts of hers are pressed against my chest. Instantly, I feel myself grow harder inside of her again, and my breathing grows more rapid. Van stands behind her on the edge of the bed, and I watch as he uses his fingers to prepare her from behind as her breathing grows more rapid.
Aiden comes closer and begins to kiss her. Soft at first, then harder and harder.
Wilder runs a hand along her back, then slides his hands between her and I, stroking her breasts, making those pink, perfect nipples of hers pebble against my chest.
I almost close my eyes, overwhelmed by desire. Overwhelmed by the way she shakes with need over me. And then, I hear her gasp against Aiden’s lips.
Looking down, I see Van slowly easing into her ass.
Aiden draws her lips back and kisses her harder and harder, and she reaches out to stroke his cock. I’m shocked by how much it turns me on to see her touched by my friends. Shocked with how a shudder moves through my body as Van takes her deeper and deeper, his face a mask of ecstasy.
And then Aiden breaks their kiss, replacing his lips with his cock. Easing his hard length between her sweet lips. Wilder takes her hand and wraps it around his length, and then we’re all groaning, all working together to bring pleasure to our woman.
I’m shocked by how Izzy seems to come alive between us. She presses back against Van, and his eyes widen. A groan slips from his lips, and he holds her hips, not moving for a long minute. And then he seems to come alive, sliding in and out of her slowly at first, and then she begins to move between us. I gasp and reach between us to hold those delicious breasts of hers, to stroke her nipples, as their movement slides her up and down my length.
Aiden releases a string of curses as he thrusts into her mouth, and his hand digs into the back of her hair, holding her in place as he thrusts harder and deeper. Wilder’s eyes are closed, his hand wrapped around hers, as she works his length.
When Izzy begins to orgasm between us, her muscles tensing, her movements growing wild, the men go nuts. They match her pace, thrusting with abandon. I hear Van come into her ass, and Aiden makes a strangled noise and pushes himself deep into Izzy’s mouth as he comes in her mouth. Wilder tenses for one moment before his seed spills down her hand.
And something about watching it all…something about watching Izzy in the middle of all of us, lost to her own pleasure, finally makes me come again.
We all slowly still, and then everyone is crawling around us in the bed, lying together in a tangle. My eyes finally close as my fingers stroke Izzy’s hair. We all knew the shit was going to hit the fan soon.
Somehow it made this moment together even more special.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Izzy
I’m still lying curled between my men, with my leg thrown over Reid’s lean thigh and Van drawing slow circles across my shoulders with his fingertips. My muscles are languid, and for once, I feel at peace.
Then a cell phone begins to warble across the room, from the pocket of someone’s jeans.
Aiden groans at the familiar ringtone. Reluctantly, he gets up and heads across the room.
“Hello?” he asks cautiously. Then he spins to face us all, his eyes wide. “Hang on, say that again. Everyone’s here. I’m putting you on speaker phone.”
He presses a button, then holds up the phone as we all sit up. My heart’s suddenly beating fast.
“Mom and Dad are safe, first off.” It’s Layla’s voice. “But Abel has been trying to track down the hive you pissed off, little brother. He caught up to the Holden clan and it seems like they’ve got some hostages.”
Great. Innocents trapped between us and the hive. Guilt twists through my gut.
“There’s something weird about the hostages,” she goes on. “I get this powerful...vibe...from them. Kind of like I get from you now, but different.”
Our missing godslayers. Somehow the vamps captured them.
“You’re there?” Aiden demands, his voice full of alarm. “Layla, get away from them.” He rakes his hand through his hair like he’s about to come apart. How could vamps possibly even take the godslayers down?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “We’re just following them now. The hive is on the move with them.”
Aiden hesitates. “Are you safe?”
“Close enough,” she says.
He swears. “Where are you?”
“On the highway, heading north. Just passed exit 38. You know it’s a trap,” Layla warns. “The hive is trying to trap you. I don’t know if you should take the bait--even if you are a god now.” She sounds worried. “You’ve never seen how dangerous vamps can be.”
“You’ve never seen how dangerous I can be,” Aiden assures her.
“Heading north? They’re headed our way,” Wilder says. “We should set up a welcome committee like they had for us on the road.”
“I don’t like this,” Aiden says. “Layla, I want you out of there.”
“Relax, little brother,” she says, before there’s a sudden sound of crashing metal, and she screams.
“Layla?” Aiden’s face is tight with stress, and Reid’s eyes go wide. “Layla? Layla!”
But there’s no one on the line. It’s dead. He cocks his arm back like he wants to throw the phone, but he stops himself.
“We’ll get the weapons and the car,” Reid says, grabbing Aiden’s shoulder as if he can tell Aiden is about to lose it. “We’ll get out there and find her. Help them.”
“I’m sure she’s right, it's a trap. What if she’s part of the trap, though?” Wilder says.
“I love you, man,” Van tells him, “so don’t make me punch you in the face.”
Wilder glances around us all. I think when he sees the looks of fierce possessiveness on Aiden and Reid’s faces, he knows he’s said the wrong damn thing. He raises his hands and his eyebrows at once, like he’s surrendering. And I’m glad he does, because the tension between them eases, if only by a little bit.
“So we just get there as fast as we can and hope we can take them on?” Reid asks, but his face is pale as he speaks.
“There’s got to be a better plan,” I say, my hands bunching into fists.
“Let’s see if the godslayers can stop being dickheads long enough to rescue their friends,” Van says. “It would make sense if we all teamed up.”
It would! But I’m a little surprised it’s a plan Van is willing to consider. I bet because he knows what it’d do to Reid and Aiden if they lost their sister again. Just the thought of it makes my stomach twist; they couldn’t lose her again.