"Achoo!"
The sneeze was loud, shattering the heavy, lust-filled silence of the Couple Space.
Judas sniffled, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. He froze midway through his motion. The tip of his hardened length was resting right against the forbidden entrance of Summer's ass, teasing the tight ring of muscle.
Beneath him, the vampire let out a groan of pure frustration. She looked back over her shoulder, her red eyes narrowing into slits. Her fangs glinted in the soft light.
"Really?" she hissed. "Now?"
"Someone is thinking about me," Judas complained, wiping a tear from his eye. "Probably cursing my entire ancestry."
He shook his head, dismissing the phantom irritation. He looked down at the scene before him.
It was a masterpiece.
Summer wasn't alone. Lined up beside her on the soft mattress were his other three wives. Ezra, Luna, and Nina.
