Page 74 of Vampire Pack

My thong stayed on.

He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, and finally touched me.

I moaned, loudly.

He circled my clit, and I rocked against his erection.

He took me right to the edge, and I shattered hard on his fingers, panting and gripping his arm as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

He held me securely to his chest as I came. Heat had me slick enough to make his shorts damp, but the satisfied rumble in his chest told me he didn't mind.

The hazy, overwhelming lust that wrapped around me meant I didn't mind, either.

My chest rose and fell heavily as I came down from the high. I was hot, I was needy, and I was clinging to the final dregs of my sanity.

One of the men on the screen said something romantic to the other one.

I didn't hear the words, but it made me warmer.

"The food's here," King said into my ear.

I mumbled something that was probably incoherent.

He tried to set me down on the couch, but I didn't want him to go. I clung to his arm before he could leave, suddenly overwhelmed by possessiveness.

King wordlessly turned me around on his lap, adjusting my position before he stood, so he could carry me to the door that led from our space into the pack's living area.

That was the only thing in the house that each of the men didn't have their own of.

Front doors.

King opened the door and called out loudly, "Go in your fucking rooms for two minutes."

"Is that your food at the door?" one of the guys called back.

I was too hazy to figure out who it was. My grip on King tightened as my possessiveness surged again, and a growl vibrated my chest.

His wings wrapped around me, trapping me to him and surrounding me with more of his scent.

"It's ours," King confirmed.

"I've got it. I'll leave it around the corner and get out of the way," the other man said.

"Thanks."

A minute passed.

The guy shouted something from across the house.

King stepped out of the room for a minute. My nostrils flared. Another growl escaped me, even though I could barely smell the other man.

King squeezed my thigh lightly, still holding me to his chest. "I'm all yours, Yorkie."

The words soothed me long enough for him to grab the food and retreat back into our space.

"We should've built three front doors," he said, as he carried me and the bag of takeout to the couch.

I was too far gone to respond.