Page 27 of Little Music of Night

We’d been together for centuries now, knowing we were waiting for one more. One more to join us. We didn’t know if they’d be human or monster, and we hadn’t cared.

All we cared about was being ready for them.

I was annoyed with myself for being so . . . mushy. Sentimental. It wasn’t like me, but perhaps stranger things had happened.

I desired her. I desired Ray. I desiredtheirdesire. To make a bond would not only end our curse, it would unite us all. Together we would solve all the other issues that could come up later .

The tip of my tongue pressed against one of my sharp teeth as I watched them dream. Christy slept so deeply and Ray, well, he was curled up with his face pressed against the curve of her neck.I knew he was breathing in her scent and that he would dream of her. Of all the things he wanted to do to her.

I, too, had my own desires.

And now I had about seven hours to think about exactly how I was going to fuck both of them when they woke up in the morning.

9 /THINK OF HER

Christy

Pleasure rippled through my body, slowly waking me from my sleep. I sucked in a breath, squeezing my eyes for a few seconds as light filtered through my lids.

Something wasinsideme.

I moaned and looked down at my body. Erik laid there, his mouth on my pussy, his eyes closed. His tongue drove in and out of me at an easy pace, long and thick in his monstrous form. Tendrils of shadows wrapped around my ankles and knees, holding me open for him.

Holy fuck, this is hot.

I came home last night and passed out. I remembered, vaguely, Ray carrying me to bed and curling up next to me.

I gasped, my muscles coiling as his tongue found a certain spot that drove me wild. I looked to my left and whimpered, realizing Ray was still sleeping next to me.

Be quiet, angel. We don’t want to wake him.

My mouth dropped as Erik’s voice floated through my mind.You can speak in my mind?!

He smiled against my dripping cunt.Mates can speak, yes. I wasn’t sure you’d hear me without a mated bond, but it seems you can. I want to murder that man from last night, Christy.

“No,” I whimpered, bucking against him.

The hold that his shadows had on me tightened, keeping me from struggling or slipping away. But, the bed still squeaked, and it made Ray stir next to me.

Touch his cock. He always wakes up hard.

It was a command. My skin was flushed, my nipples aching as I reached down, sliding my hand toward Ray’s cock. I slipped my fingers in the waistband of his underwear and stifled another gasp once I realized just how hard he was.

Instinctively, he thrust into my grip. His eyes snapped open, and even with the mask he wore, I could see both clearly.

Grip him tightly and stroke him. Fast.

I did as Erik commanded and gripped his cock, moving my hand up and down. Ray growled, his sharp teeth gleaming in the morning light that slanted into my bedroom. In a blink, he was sitting up, his hair wild, his cock still in my hand.

“Good morning,” I said with a cheeky grin.

His eyes darted from me to where Erik was feasting on me. He let out a purring sound, his shoulders relaxing. “Good morning to both of you. I see someone was hungry.”

Erik moaned against my pussy, his tongue thrusting deeper. My lashes fluttered, and all I could think about was how right this felt. Having them in my room, in my bed, their bodies touching mine. I wanted this and so much more.

Work was hell yesterday. Between all the things that had gone wrong at rehearsal and then a show that also didn’t go that well, everyone was on edge. Jon yelled at me for missing a very difficult noteonce, but I could not fault him for being angry. Well, I could.

After such a tiring day though, being woken up like this . . .