Hallows: Den of Serpents

Switch With Me

Drake ft. 21 Savage- On B.S.

B.B.:

Ashmedai is asleep in my sister's room. He told her that he needed to be alone for a couple of days so that he can adjust to the vessel properly. All of our familiars are on high alert with his presence. Ro is trying to get out of leaving but his dad is actually insisting he takes Ahsan with him. Carson doesn't like that. Lucien is trying to convince him it's a good idea. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here thinking about someone I'm not supposed to be thinking of.

"My dad wants to meet you," Ro tells Ahsan. Ahsan looks over at me and shakes his head.

"Not right now,"

"I think it's a great idea," Lucien encourages.

Carson shoots a dark glare at his brother but it goes right over Lucien's head. Victor and I are sitting on the couch. My back is against his front while he runs a brush through my hair. My legs are on Carson's lap. He's rubbing circles on my bare ankle. My entire body is wired from the slow strokes. It's keeping me calm though.

"We have two weeks until the founding events officially begin. I'm going to be really busy anyway. You don't have to worry about me," I sit up. "See what Papa Jimenez wants. It's not a good idea to decline,"

"You declined," he reminds me.

"Yeah, but I let him put a gun to my face once. We're friends," I shrug.

"I apologized," Ro defends himself when the guys all look at him angrily. "So did he," he adds for good measure. "You should get ready. Our flight is in four hours,"

Ahsan's eyes land on mine again. He beckons me when he turns towards the door. I push myself up to go after him. Carson stops me.

"Ro's coming with," I tell him.

He sighs and lets me go. Ro holds his hand out for me to take when I reach him. James offers me a hoodie when we get to the door. Delilah rolls her eyes when I wave at them. The girls are all sitting in the family room with Dylan.

Ro gets in the back when we get to Ahsan's BMW. He doesn't say anything as we drive back to his place. The three of us enter the smoke shop from the back door. It's empty now. The furniture that was here before is gone. The weapons are all gone. The only thing is the futon in what used to be the living room. I watch him go into the bedroom and come back with a Supreme luggage trunk. He stops to look at Ro.

"Private airport?" Ahsan asks.

"Obviously," Ro answers.

Ahsan takes a pair of guns out from under the sink in the kitchen area and puts them into the luggage. He fills it quickly and shows his documentation when Ro asks for it. Ro lifts me up and puts me on the very counter Ahsan f****d me on our first time. He smiles looking down at my flimsy tank top.

"I only made things worse," he sighs. I cup his face with both my hands and shake my head.

"Business. I get it. It won't be our first time," I shrug.

"Yeah," he bumps his forehead against mine. "You're really cold,"

"I don't feel it right now. I feel hot after what happened with everyone at the party,"

"Okay,"

That's all he says before gripping my ponytail back so he has access to my neck. I let out a sigh of relief when his tongue meets my skin and he starts to suck and nibble. It takes him very little time to unbutton my shorts. He lifts me with one arm and pulls them off. He laughs when he finds that I'm not wearing anything underneath. The others are upset that Ro managed to make last night about him by telling me he was leaving in the morning. For sure, Lucien is going to find a way to get me back into that costume.

Rodrigo kneels down in front of me. Over his head, Ahsan is watching with a little smirk on his face as he eats a Twizzlers. Our eyes lock when Ro's teeth graze me. The three of us laugh when my hand smacks him on his head.

"Don't bite my clit, ass,"

He growls out his response. I shiver when he buries his face between my legs. I watch as Ahsan comes around and places the red bag of candy on the counter. His hand cups my face and he turns me to look at him. I stare at him as he looks me over for a minute.

"Open your mouth," he orders as he pulls my hair back to he's looming over me.

I open my mouth as he leans in, opens his mouth, and spits the candy inside his mouth into my own. My mouth instantly begins to fill with saliva. I gasp almost choking on my spit when Ro pushes his middle finger inside of me. Ahsan's spit and my own are sliding down my chin as I chew on the candy in my mouth.

Ahsan adjusts me so that my back is flat on the counter and my head is handing off the edge. I look up at him as he wordlessly unzips his jeans and pulls out his d**k. I clear my throat trying to relax. I try not to laugh when he approaches again and taps the tip of it against my lips.

I open my mouth again extending my tongue. He hisses when the tip gently slaps against my tongue. The mixture of the candy and his saltiness only works in his favor. I reach for him wrapping my hand around his shaft to hold it as I swirl my tongue around the tip. He leans forward holding himself up against the counter and pushes inside of my mouth.

"f**k," he groans as he slowly rocks his hips. I wrap my lips around him tightly encouraging him to move against my hand, in and out of my mouth.

"f**k," Ro pulls away from me a moment before his mouth is replaced by the tip of his c**k.

My mouth tightens around Ahsan, even my grip. With my spare hand, I grab onto the counter as I prepare myself. A moan rumbles in my throat when Ro pushes all of him inside of me with one rough thrust.

"Keep doing that," Ahsan growls.

Rodrigo pulls all the way out and then slams back in. I let the thrust get the better of me and try to gasp for air only choke on my spit. Ahsan pulls out enough to let me breathe. I take in a couple of breaths before the two of them are sliding in and out of me.

I can feel the two different rushes of the warmth of their familiars feeding me. Rodrigo's is hot. A blow torch savagely heating my body with each thrust. Ahsan's is thick. Like hot wax being poured over my sweaty body. It has a sharp and delicious sting to it.

"Switch with me," Rodrigo demands.

Ahsan stops meeting his challenge for an instant. My body tightens up with fear because Ahsan can be a real asshole when he wants. Much to my surprise he growls and gives him a nod. I relax when he pulls out of my mouth. That was a little scary.

"Come over here," Ahsan sits me up and pulls me with him.

He sits on the futon and turns me around so I'm facing Rodrigo. Ro takes my top off and pushes me back towards Ahsan. Ahsan grips my hips and slowly lowers me onto him. I rock my hips loving the feel of him inside of me in this position. He laughs giving my ass a hard slap. I clamp around him.

Ro stands in front of me with his c**k standing proudly between us. I look up at him as he undoes his button-up to reveal his beautifully toned body. I reach for his chest needing to touch him. He watches me as my hand explores his smooth skin until I reach his d**k. He shutters when I grip him. It's still wet with me. I lean in taking him in my mouth as Ahsan slowly thrusts up into me.

Ro takes the scrunchie out of my hair and shakes my hair out. He buries his hand in the loose strands and kneads my scalp as I suck on him and twist my hand the way I learned on that website Stacy recommended. I can taste him, myself, and the fruity tangy taste of the skittles Ahsan had spit in my mouth. I pull away as tears and spit slide down my filthy f*****g face. I look up at him to see him smile.

"I'm going to miss you f*****g assholes," I pant.

"Look at me," Ahsan demands. I look back at him. He smiles the same way Ro is. "Turn around. We're not done with you. We have another hour before we have to go,"