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Thanks to Aiden's blood I couldn't feel the sting of Duke's fangs as they pierced my flesh. But I could tell he was holding back.

The muscles in his arms flexed around me, taut with restraint. Our chests were rising and falling in tandem, one pressing into the other as our breathing became shallow and raspy.

My heart beat resonated deep between my legs, at the spot his erection was resting against. I tried to move on it, to satisfy the ache I was feeling for him, when he suddenly pulled back.

Wordlessly, he gazed up at me, caramel eyes nearly consumed by his pupils. Some of my blood stained his bottom lip, and without thinking I leaned in to lick it off.

That was all it took.

Duke lifted me up with one arm while pulling down his slacks with the other. As he brought me back down, he tore through my panties and tossed them aside.

His wide crest waited outside my entrance; his grip bordering on the painful side, even through the haze of vampire blood.

Please, he thought at me. Please tell me you want this. Please don't ask me to stop.

Somewhere far off in the back of my head I knew this was a bad idea. That sleeping with Duke while Nero was missing would make me a horrible person. But Aiden's blood paired with Duke's extremely close proximity made it impossible to think. All I could do was feel.

And in that moment, I wanted to feel Duke inside me.

"Keep going." I opened my legs wider for him. "Please."

He let out a breath, then ever so slowly, pushed his way inside, hissing through his teeth as he did. "Gods, you are exquisite."

Just like with Nero the night before, I orgasmed as soon as Duke filled me.

He paused for a moment, giving me a chance to come down, before he cupped an ass cheek. Then he started moving me up and down his length, his other hand gliding up to tangle in my hair.

I could feel myself building up again. Warmth spread over me as Duke tugged my hair, gently forcing my head back. His lips caressed my throat, pushing me closer to the edge.

Then I thought I heard something. A voice with a very distinct accent.

But instead of freaking me out or pissing me off, it aroused me. Just knowing he could be watching shoved me into another orgasm.

I bit Duke's shoulder to keep from crying out as my climax rocked through me. When I was finished, I tasted blood--Duke's blood.

And then I sucked. Hard.

"Audrey," Duke choked out. "Please. If you keep it up...oh, Gods!"

I was riding him, spurred on by the intoxicating taste of his blood. In seconds, I was coming again, but this time it felt like I was floating.

It wasn't until I felt a tongue flutter against my sex that I realized Duke had flung me on the bed. My hand found its way into his auburn hair, knotting it between my fingers as he ate me out.

Do not react to what I'm about to tell you. Duke suddenly thought at me. We have an audience.

Dean Lachlan? I could barely form the thought.

And Aiden. Duke replied mentally.

My eyes snapped open, and sure enough, Dean Lachlan was standing in the doorway with Aiden peeking over his shoulder.

"Dean Lachlan," my voice came out hoarse, thick with desire.

He looked so conflicted, like he was hurt, pissed, and horny all at once. After a moment, he bowed his head, and turned to walk away.

"Wait!" I called after him. "Don't go."

I wasn't sure what I had expected of him. I wasn't even sure why I had wanted him to stay... actually, I was sure. Very, very sure. I was just uncertain of why him.

After all the terrible things he had done, why did I still want him? Why did I crave Gabriel Lachlan like a drug?

Are you certain this is what you want? Duke raised his head to gaze at me. You can stop this before it goes too far.

I waited for Dean Lachlan and Aiden to close the door behind them before nodding.

I know. And thanks for the out. I sat on my knees as the Dean approached. But I can't fight this. Aiden's blood, your blood, they're too strong. I have to...

Dean Lachlan cupped my cheek, his thumb gliding smoothly along my lower lip. I followed the trail his thumb took with my tongue, and stopped when I got to the digit.

He gazed down at me, ice-blue eyes hooded, his chest rising and falling in tune to my rapid heartbeat. His lips were parted, revealing a peek of glistening fang, which gave me an idea.

Slowly, I ran the tip of tongue up the pad of his thumb, then I gave it a sharp nip.

He groaned and snatched me by the hair. Our eyes locked, his searching mine, when his gaze landed on my mouth.

For the longest moment we stayed like that, unmoving but for the motion of our heavy breathing. I was too wound up, too hypersensitive to do anything, and Dean Lachlan...he seemed to be hesitating, waiting. Whether it be for my permission or reluctance, I wasn't sure. But when he finally made a move, it was fierce, relentless.

His lips crashed viciously into mine, possessing my mouth with a fervor that left me breathless and aching with need.

I could hear clothes coming undone and hitting the floor, but I didn't know if they were his or Aiden's. I was so turned on, so lost in the Lust, that I didn't care either way.

I just wanted to be fucked into oblivion, regardless of who was doing the fucking.

"You are so beautiful." Dean Lachlan rasped against my mouth. His lips moved down my neck as his hands slid up my body.

"Delicious."

He mumbled, lapping up the perspiration between my breasts.

I threw my head back with a moan, a hairsbreadth from coming again.

"Dean Lachlan," I panted. "Oh God, please."

His lips brushed one of my nipples, pushing me closer to the brink. I could feel his grin against my breast; it was triumphant, wicked.

Exactly like his tone.

"Good things come to those who wait, Miss Ridley." He skimmed the inside of my thigh, fingertips just grazing my dripping sex. "And I have waited a long time for this. So please, allow me to savor it."

Without waiting for a reply, he lubed his finger with my own dampness, carefully avoiding penetration. Then he shifted his hand back to tease my asshole.

I tensed, nervous and excited.

"Do you want me?" He pushed his finger in a little. "Do you want this?"

I nodded. "Please."

It was then that I realized he was naked. And like his brother, Dean Lachlan was very well endowed.

I gulped.

"Then bend over." He rasped, fire dancing in his eyes. "And surrender yourself to me."

I obeyed immediately, turning around in bed and offering myself to him.

Glancing back, I saw Dean Lachlan bite his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Exquisite." He exhaled, licking off the blood from his mouth. "Are you ready?"

We were breathing hard, ragged. I barely managed a nod when he crammed every inch of himself into me.

"Oh, God!" I cried as an orgasm ripped through me.

Dean Lachlan pushed his finger deep into my asshole while I came, throwing me into a second, blindingly intense orgasm.

I looked up after climaxing to see Duke kneeling on the bed in front of me. He was jacking off, watching me with carnal fascination.

Acting purely on impulse, I licked the dampness from his tip, delighting in his sharp intake of air.

Audrey. He thought at me. Gods, I want to fuck your mouth!

That confession. Duke's saltiness. The Dean's unforgiving thrusts. They all rushed my senses, yanked me into another orgasm so powerful that I felt weightless.

I took Duke deep into my mouth as I was coming, moaning against his thick cock. He held me by the hair, matching Dean Lachlan's pace.

Then he stopped.

And so did Dean Lachlan.

Aiden was standing by the door when I glanced back; his dick looking uncomfortably hard in his hand.

Duke pulled out of me a millisecond before the Dean, and moved to look out my window.

"Guys, what is it?" I asked hoarsely. "What's going on?"

Dean Lachlan and Aiden grabbed their clothes in a blur, and put them on even faster.

"Someone's been hurt. Badly." Aiden answered, rummaging through my luggage. "There's a lot of blood."

I started to ask how they knew until I remembered what they were.

I felt myself pale.

"Well, don't sugar-coat it, Aiden." Duke added snidely. "It's not like she was recently sent a severed hand or anything."

"Severed hand?" Dean Lachlan repeated. "What the devil are you talking about?"

Aiden handed me a pair of leggings and a pink sweater. No bra. No panties.

I glowered at him, but not because of the lack of undies. "You didn't tell him?"

The high I felt from Aiden and Duke's blood was beginning to fade, allowing exhaustion to creep in.

And along with it guilt.

Duke and Aiden filled Dean Lachlan in on Nero's kidnapping while I slipped on my clothes. I grew more sober as the seconds ticked by, nearly drowning in my guilt.

He could be getting tortured right now.

He could be dead.

God, I'm such a piece of shit.

I put my face in my palms, fighting back tears. How could I have done this? How could I have let Duke and Gabriel fuck me knowing Nero was in danger?

"Audrey." Duke's voice was soft, yet absolute. "Stop it. Stop beating yourself up. You don't have the luxury of time."

I gazed up at him as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Neither do the other humans." He mumbled, giving Dean Lachlan an odd look.

That stiffened my spine. "Why?" My gaze shifted to Dean Lachlan. "What's happening?"

The Dean sighed before fishing around his pocket. "You aren't going to like it, but you have to become my bride. Now."

He pulled his hand out and held it to me, palm side up. "If you don't, every human on Lachlan Island will die."