CHAPTER 19
Piper
ISTOMPED UP THE stairsmaking sure to make every step as loud as possible. Yes, I was being childish, but I really just wanted the pleasure of shoving my stake through his still undead heart.
Stopping in the hallway, I leaned against the wall, my body shaking. I could still feel his fangs in my neck. The way he ripped into my skin, his arms wrapped tightly around me. I knew he liked it. I could feel his hard on against my stomach as he bit into me. As he sucked my blood and caused me as much pain as possible.
"Piper," Marcus appeared in the hallway, kneeling beside me where I had sunk down on the ground without realizing it. "What's wrong?"
I sniffed and swiped at my face, the wetness catching me off guard. "I can still feel him." I grabbed at my neck, my fingers finding the place where he had bitten me - savaged me. There wasn't a scar, the vampire blood I had drunk had taken care of that, but that didn't mean I wasn't scarred on the inside. It was almost worse than Valentine's attack.
Almost.
With Valentine, there was the fear that no one would come to my rescue, that I really could die. It was worse and better with Morpheus. Yes, it caused the same kind of trauma Valentine had, but the guys had been there, making sure he wouldn't go too far. But having them there had made it all the worse. Like I blamed them for letting him hurt me even though I had been the one to volunteer to go in Rayne's place.
"Oh, Piper." Allister stood on my other side, his face pain-stricken. "I'm sorry Morpheus's presence has brought up such painful memories. I wished there was something I could do to take away your pain."
I looked up at Allister and then Marcus, my voice small and weak. I hated it. "Make me forget. Make it go away. Please."
Marcus gave Allister a questioning look.
Allister simply shrugged and knelt beside me. "Put your arms around my neck, I'm going to pick you up." He slid his arms beneath my back and legs, and I did as he asked. I pressed my face to the curve of his neck, inhaling his scent, and sighed.
I didn't care where he was carrying me to as long as it was as far away from Morpheus as possible. Marcus brought up the rear, and a tingling feeling swept through me. I was going to see Marcus naked. Marcus was going to see me naked. Suddenly, Morpheus didn't matter at all, and all I could feel was the anticipation in my stomach to get to a bedroom.
"Why here?" Marcus asked as we stepped into Allister's room.
Allister shrugged. "I don't know. Seemed like a good idea. Besides, my bed is bigger." He strode across the room and laid me down in the middle of the silk sheets. "Is this okay?" He asked me.
I glanced from him to Marcus, who stood at the end of the bed, unsure of himself. "Yeah. Yeah. This is okay."
"Good. Now take your clothes off." Allister grinned and climbed onto the bed next to me.
I laughed and shook my head. "Sometimes you and your brother are too much alike." The look on his face, the sudden dejection reminded me of what he had told me in the car, and I quickly backtracked. "I mean, you're not alike. Not at all. You're completely different. So different. You're not even twins to me. What doctor decided that? He was such a quack!" I rambled until Allister wrapped an arm around my waist and dragged me over to him, making me gasp.
"It's alright, Piper." He pressed his lips to my forehead and murmured softly, "I know I have issues, and they are things I will just have to work through, but you don't have to stop being you because of it."
I sank into his arms and smiled. "Good. Because I don't know how to be any other way."
Allister peered down at me, his expression full of so much light and love, it made me forget what we were doing here in the bedroom to begin with. Then he lowered his mouth to mine. Our lips brushed against one another in barely a whisper of a kiss as Allister's hands slid underneath the bottom of my shirt. His fingers trailed up my skin until he pushed the shirt all the way up to my armpits. I lifted my arms so he could remove it further, leaving me in just my bra.
For a moment, I became shy, my eyes skittering over to where Marcus sat on the edge of the bed. His gaze moved over my face like a hungry wolf, dying to take a bite out of me. I licked my lips and flushed under the heat of his stare. It was enough to make the big quiet man grin just like the wolf he portrayed.
Allister's lips pressed against my neck, his fingers going to the back of my bra. He had it unhooked in a matter of seconds. He pulled the straps down slowly over my shoulders and down my arms until only the cups were covering my chest. Shifting in his seat, he pulled me into his lap, so I faced Marcus before completely removing the last article of clothing, hiding me from Marcus's gaze.
"Your pants," Marcus said, his voice a low growl. "Let me help you."
I froze on the bed as he moved in closer, the hesitancy no longer there in his movements. Each touch of his hand on my skin on the waistband of my pants was that of a confident man who knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now.
When he had them undone, I had to lay back against Allister so I could raise my hips. Marcus drew the pants down my legs, my lacy thong the only thing covering that last bit of me. Without even touching me there, my center was already hot and wet. It pulsated with the need to be touched and praised.
"You smell so good," Allister growled into my ear, his hands roaming over my stomach and coming up to cup my breasts. "No woman's scent has ever driven me as wild as yours. Don't you think, Marcus?"
The larger man knelt between my thighs, his dark orbs eating up every inch of my flesh. It was so intense, part of me was afraid to let him touch me while the other half screamed for relief.
I chewed on my lip while Marcus wrapped his hand around my ankle, my shoes having been discarded with my pants. He pressed his mouth to the arch of my foot, then along my heel and up my calf. He paid particular attention to the back of my knees, something I had just recently found to be an erotic place for me. I clung to Allister's biceps, my eyes closing as I embraced the sensations taking over me.
"Eyes open, Piper." Allister murmured, flicking my nipples. "You wanted us to make you forget, then you need to burn this picture into your mind."