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Jackson’s fingers clamp down as Luka’s roar penetrates the waters, sending a shudder through both of us. I don’t try to think of Chet. It’s not something I enjoy doing. But I honestly can’t help the comparison my brain makes when I pit his lackluster performance against these sex machines. It just doesn’t compare.

Strong hands drag me out of the water, and I’m so consumed with my thoughts that I don’t even think to fill my lungs back up. Eventually, the need catches back up with me, but it’s not as dire as it was before. Maybe after a few marathon water sex sessions, it won’t be as bad?

Jackson towels me off, ensuring every inch of me gets dry, before handing me the towel to wrap around my hair. None of us speak as we leave the room, and the silence feels heavy and oppressive. I know they can hear my thoughts and loathe the fact that I can’t seem to keep my mind from straying, but I just can’t help it.

So much has changed and happened to me that my brain tries to compare it with what I know. And until the cruise, all I knew was Chet. He was my most recent, albeit lackluster, lover. We slip into an adjoining bed, our bodies collapsing into a pile of limbs.

Jackson shifts and maneuvers me until I’m in the middle of both of them. A soft sigh leaves my lips as I rest my head on his chest as Luka snuggles in behind me, his cock already rock hard again as it rests against my ass. Pinpricks of awareness flood my system as we lay there. It’s like a pressure sitting on my chest, a nameless dread.

“Shhhh. Settle, Kotenok. It’s just your body alerting you to the rising of the sun. You’re both still so new that it affects you in ways it doesn’t affect me anymore.”

As he speaks, my limbs become heavy, almost like lead. This same sensation has hit me before, but I had worse things occupying my brain. Now, entangled with my men, it’s almost soothing. Luka grinds his erection against me, and I sigh, trying to arch back into his touch, but I can’t.

As my eyes close, he drags my limp leg over his thigh and rubs his head against my bottom hole. I want so desperately to stay awake, to enjoy him claiming my ass, but I can’t. My body ripples around him as I stretch to accommodate his massive girth. As my consciousness slips, I feel that searing, pleasurable pain as he shoves himself in, filling me completely.

CHAPTER 16

Katrina

Pleasure explodes through my body, bowing me taut as it slams through me. Soft whispers reach my ears as I begin to regain consciousness, sloughing off the paralyzing sleep of the dead. The voices are hushed but heated.

I start to move, to soothe whatever’s happening, but I’m pinned between both men, stuffed full with one cock in my pussy and the other in my ass. They’re moving in harsh, frantic rhythms, both of them fucking me with wild abandon. That would explain the orgasm that still flutters through my system.

Since turning, I don’t dream, and that includes sex dreams. I miss that part of humanity but waking up like this more than makes up for it. My body ripples about them as pleasure races through me as they continue to thrust deep inside.

I’m safe between my two men, happy to let them sort out whatever problem they’re having. Luka arches his neck around me and kisses Jackson as they both start to falter in their rhythm.

They’re getting close. I can finally start to tell what their bodies are doing, even when they’re deep inside me. Luka comes first, his cock swelling even larger, stretching out my pussy as he grinds against me, moaning against Jackson’s lips. Jackson is next, his orgasm filling my ass with his cum. As he pulls out, he shoves a plug in before kissing the top of my shoulder.

“Good morning, Baby,” he whispers against my skin. “Hungry?”

My stomach clenches at the thought of another fucking smoothie, but it’s what I have to do to keep that monster crawling around inside my body at bay. I felt a taste of the insidious shadow that resides inside me as it lapped at the blood split from that girl, and I can’t let it free again.

If I slip up just once, that will be it. The monster will be free, and heaven help the consequences. Both men pull away from me and get started with their clothes, leaving me naked on the bed.

“Yes, please. I would love some breakfast.”

Both Luka and Jackson exchange a glance over my head, and once more, I feel like I’m missing out on an important conversation. Instead of saying anything to me, they both dress in coordinating suits. It’s the first time since I’ve been turned that I’ve really seen them in clothes. Somehow, it makes me feel even more naked and small.

“Come, Printsessa. Let’s get you some food.” Luka holds out his hand, and I take it, my fingers trembling as he pulls me from the bed.

Something isn't right. Despite all three of us getting off, there’s a tension in the air that’s thick, like smoke. I nearly choke on it as we exit the room, me naked in between the two men. As we descend down the ramp, I realize we’re heading back to my cell, and real panic starts to set in.

I turn, about to run, when Luka grabs me by the arm and forces me forward. “Enough of this. You will feed like us. I will no longer cater to your human sensibilities.” I puzzle through his words as he opens the door, revealing a face I never thought I’d see again.

“Chet!”

I race into the room, tearing my arm out of Luka’s grip. They both growl behind me, but I ignore it. They know my brain. They know I harbor no intimate feelings for this scum, but seeing him chained up like meat is just too much.

He looks up, his eyes spearing me with a look so hateful it steals my breath. I stop in my tracks, feeling the animosity flowing off of him, but I don't understand why. It’s not my fault he’s here…. Is it?

“I believe you know your breakfast?” Luka’s purr of satisfaction seeps into my skin until I start to back up just to be in contact with him. “We felt it would be better if it was someone you didn’t like.”

He has a point, but people would miss him. It’s not like he’s some stranger they picked off the street. People will come looking. Jackson approaches and places his hand on my shoulder. On instinct, I slide my cheek across his knuckles, basking in his strength. As much as I hate Chet, I still don’t want him to die. Being a bad lay shouldn’t equate to death. No one deserved that.

Don’t worry about that, Sweetheart. Remember. I used to be in the CIA. We’re excellent at making people disappear.

Of course, that’s the part he latches onto. His words send a shudder of arousal through me. This is ridiculous. I shouldn’t be getting turned on at the idea of Chet disappearing through the cracks, disappearing, never to be found again.