Kiss Across Blades

by Cooper-Posey, Tracy

  Together, they gripped a knee each and pulled her thighs far apart. As if they were reading each other’s minds, they both bent their heads and closed their mouths around a nipple each.

  At the same time, their hands pushed between her thighs, to roughly insert themselves between the flesh. She could hear how slick she was and feel the slide of their fingers.

  Then two thumbs raised, one on either side of her clit, and stroked.

  London threw her head back, panting with the swift build-up of her orgasm.

  Fingers slid between her ass cheeks and pressed against the opening there, probing and stroking the muscle. One hand slipped under to collect her moisture and brought it back to spread around the tight ring of muscle.

  Mouths on her breasts. Thumbs on her clit, stroking in hard tempo. Fingers in her pussy, more pressing into her ass…London’s breath caught and caught again, in tight, hard little pants.

  Then she came with a power which made her scream. The scream was too strong—she couldn’t give it voice. It tore at her throat, so all that emerged was a soundless exhalation which strained her vocal cords as she shuddered and bucked.

  It was barely enough. Even as her heart slowed and her body tingled with the after-effects of such a grand climax, London wanted more. She was still on fire. Still glowing with excess energy.

  Neven brushed her hair back over her shoulder. “At least you can think now,” he said softly, the corner of his mouth lifting.

  London laughed. “Only enough to know I need more.”

  “Of course you do,” Remi said. He turned her chin toward him and kissed her. This time it was slow and heated and designed to make her heart hammer.

  While he kissed her, Neven swept her up from the sheet, then laid her back down. Remi’s mouth remained in contact the entire time, his tongue stroking and his hand trailing down her throat. He traced the big artery in her neck with his finger and London shivered in anticipation. She knew he was marking the location where he intended to bite her when she next climaxed.

  The orgasm she experienced with one of their bites had a tendency to take the top of her head off. She had passed out more than once with the concentrated pleasure it delivered. Yes, it was what she needed right now.

  Remi followed her down to the mattress. One knee hooked over her thigh. His cock brushed against her hip. He was rigid and hot and his balls were hard with excitement.

  London couldn’t resist curling her hand around his cock and stroking, making Remi catch his breath. He smiled against her lips. “Careful. I have just fed.”

  “I’m surprised you’ve waited this long,” Neven said, as he separated London’s knees and stroked the inside of her thigh.

  London also sucked in a breath at his touch. Her skin rippled beneath his fingers and her clit pulsed. She reached for Neven’s cock with her spare hand and gripped it, appreciating the satiny steel length.

  She wanted to do to them what they had done to her, although Remi was brimming with the same overwhelming energy as her. More, in fact, for every drop of blood in him was fresh and full of the goodness which vampires needed, while she had merely sipped a mouthful or two.

  He shook his head and pulled her hand away from him. “No, no. No more.” His voice was hoarse. He levered himself over her, his biceps working, and planted his hands on either side of her. He looked down at her, his sea-green eyes looking anything but limpid. They glittered with ferocious enjoyment, and hunger, too.

  “Brace yourself,” he growled. He drove himself into her in one hard, deep thrust.

  London was more than ready to take him to the hilt. She sighed as his width filled her, as the aching inner flesh was at last stroked and touched by heat and hardness.

  She could feel Remi shifting inside her. His pelvis pushed against her swollen clit, making her moan softly.

  Remi withdrew and slammed into her again, grunting with the effort. London reveled in the hard possession. It was exactly what she wanted. Her body gathered around his flesh.

  “You’re gripping me,” Remi breathed.

  Neven settled beside them, his fingers sliding gently along the length of his rampant cock. “Cool your gonads,” he told Remi. “Then I will finish one of you off. I haven’t quite decided who yet. Maybe both of you.”

  London trembled at the prospect. Dozens of previous occasions when Neven had orchestrated their pleasure then taken his own from one or both of them flickered through her memory, building her anticipation.

  Neven was good at biding his time. He savored the anticipation, like a gourmand. He would watch and direct, until he exploded into direct and swift action, taking his pleasure in whatever creative way he had devised while watching them.

  Remi, though, was the eager one. Despite having lived through two centuries, he had not learned how to appreciate the moment as it passed. He was too impatient to take his fill, driven by his lusts.

  He worked over her now, delighting in making her moan and squirm. His body was hard and heavy against her hips, pinning her down while he slid himself into her over and over. His hips worked. Perspiration made his chest gleam. He was still hot from his feeding and now he was building an internal heat because his heart was out of control and beating in a very human way.

  Remi loved these moments. In the quiet times afterwards, while their hearts slowed, were the moments when his heart ran away on him and human heat spread through his limbs. London’s body against his was cool because they were the same body temperature…those were the moments when he felt most human. They were precious to him.

  “Of course, it has nothing to do with whom is in the bed with me,” he had added. It made London roll her eyes and Neven to pin him to the bed and make him beg for mercy in a used and happy voice…

  Now London could see in Remi’s eyes the same deep well of pleasure and happiness, as he took her exactly the way she needed—hard and fast.

  Then she couldn’t think anymore, because the pleasure was spiraling again. It built from her belly and her toes, stealing her breath. Every nerve end was fizzing and growing taut, winding up to that delightful moment.

  Remi’s climax arrived before her own. He was wound up too tight. Neven had seen it and anticipated it. Remi stiffened with a deep groan as his cocked throbbed and shifted inside her. Yet he did not bite her. Instead, he kissed her, with a tenderness which made her smile.

  “Next time,” he murmured against her cheek.

  Clearly, he was also anticipating.

  Neven pushed at Remi’s shoulder. “Out of the way, Frenchman.”

  Remi gave a soft laugh and winked at London. He tucked his arms under her and rolled out of the way, bringing her with him, so she straddled him as he laid on the far side of the big bed. “There, is that enough room for you, you loutish Croatian?”

  London giggled. She couldn’t help making the simple sound when she was with the two of them. They brought a sense of fun to lovemaking which she had never experienced before.

  Perhaps it was a result of total trust. She had never fully trusted Kristijan and had learned that her wariness was justified.

  Neven tilted his head, studying them. “Ah, but for a tube of lubricant, what I could make of that positioning.”

  Remi gave a gust of air which might have been a snort, except for London resting on his chest. “Some traveler you are. You can’t think laterally?”

  Neven looked interested. “A substitute? I admit I’ve never had sex in ancient times. I’m not used to thinking sideways in that regard.”

  “Ancient times,” Remi muttered and reached out to hammer the side of his fist against Neven’s knee. “There’s a lamp sitting on the shelf behind the bed, idiot.”

  Neven got to his knees. “Oil! Of course!”

  London heard him lift the lamp and saw the flames waver and the shadows dance upon the walls of the bedroom. Then Neven returned to his knees upon the sheet. He held one hand cupped and dipped his fingers into the puddle of oil in the middle of it.

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nbsp; London caught her breath as he coated his cock with the oil, making it glisten. Just watching him stroke himself made her breath hurry. Her pussy clamped around Remi.

  “Mmm… It is good to watch, isn’t it?” Remi murmured, running his hand from the back of her knee, up her thigh and over her buttock, to stroke her back. “Bet I can make you squirm before he can.”

  “You already have,” London breathed. She bent to kiss him. Before she could, Neven’s hand cupped her ass, stealing her breath and making all her internal muscles tightened.

  Remi let out a heavy exhalation in response.

  Neven stroked her ass, sliding his fingers through the channel of slick moistness. She was so wet her moisture alone might have been enough, although the oil would make sure of it.

  Every nerve ending around her rear and the soft flesh between her legs pulsed in anticipation, while nerves sizzled under Neven’s touch. He was teasing. Taking his time.

  “Hurry up, will you?” Remi breathed. “She’ll finish me off a second time before you finish clearing your throat.”

  Neven gave a soft laugh. “Stop gulping everything down,” he chided Remi. “There’s more pleasure comes from taking one’s time…” His fingers fluttered and teased in soft little strokes, making London wiggle and her hips to thrust forward, which pushed her ass back toward Neven.

  He pushed his fingers up against the tight ring of muscle, easing it open. His fingers were slippery with oil. He was spreading the oil as he teased. He slid two of them inside her and London moaned and dropped her head against Remi’s shoulder. “So good,” she whispered.

  “He is,” Remi murmured back, his voice rumbling against her chest. His fingers stroked the sides of her breasts where they bulged from being pressed against his torso.

  Neven worked his fingers inside her, stroking and rubbing, spreading her. London had swiftly come to adore being taken by both of them at once. No sensation in the world came anywhere close to that defining moment.

  She relaxed, anticipating the next step. There was no fear. She trusted both of them utterly. They had never hurt her and always seemed as eager to pleasure her as they were to take their own pleasure. Remi and Neven spoiled her, in bed and out of it.

  London closed her eyes as Neven’s fingers withdrew. The thick blunt end of his cock pressed against her. She moaned as he slid into her, filling her completely. She could also feel Remi’s cock, up against Neven’s, separated by a thin layer of flesh.

  Neven eased his way into her until he was fully seated. He took his time. When he gripped her hips, with a harsh sound of pleasure, Remi was also breathing hard, his hips shifting, his cock making helpless little thrusts in and out.

  London trembled. Just having them inside her, together, was enough to bring her orgasm rushing back to life. It swirled in her belly, drawing in every nerve ending. She laid between the two men, a vessel of silvered excitement.

  Neven gave another little groan. “So hot…” he breathed.

  Remi curled his hands around her waist. “Very,” he agreed breathlessly. “Ready?” he asked her.

  “God, yes,” London breathed.

  Remi and Neven thrust together. Sometimes they moved in counter-time, one in and one out. London still wasn’t sure which way she liked the best. Both ways overwhelmed her senses, swamped her thoughts and turned her into a purely sensory creature, a slave to her body and the pursuit of physical bliss.

  She closed her eyes, sinking into the pool of delight, letting it smother her in pure feelings.

  She would not last long at all. She couldn’t ride the climax or make it last. She was helpless to do anything but absorb the excitement and let it build. She reached for the peak with clawing, panting breaths.

  As her orgasm tore through her, Neven bent over her and buried his teeth in her neck. Remi reared up and bit the other side.

  London might have screamed. She wasn’t sure. Pure, blinding pleasure speared her mind, froze her body and ruptured every nerve.

  It was as if she was exploding and melting at the same time.

  For long thought-free moments, she floated in a dark pool of peace and happiness.

  Then she came back to her senses, as the overwhelming sensations subsided, to find herself lying on one side and cradled between the two of them. Neven was at her back, while Remi stroked her face.

  Neven curled his arm over her waist and tucked it under her breast. “Sleep,” he murmured against her neck. He kissed the corner of her jaw.

  Remi brought the cover up over the three of them. He paused, the covers held up by one hand, and bent to kiss Neven—a long, slow, appreciative kiss. Then London, also taking his time. He settled up against her once more. “Yes, sleep, my love. No one can reach you here. We will not allow it.”

  London knew that instinctively. Yet it was good to hear it, too.

  She slept, too exhausted to do anything else, until she was woken by a thudding on the closed door of the bedroom and fast, panicked French.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Neven kept the door of the room almost closed while Remi and London dressed. London had nothing but the stained and ripped clothing. Despite her reluctance, she put the coat and dress and the silky undershift back on. She was grateful for the boots, at least. It was cold out there.

  Pinning her hair back up in the complicated loops and braids and curls was beyond her. She didn’t know how to even begin. So she bent and brushed it all over the top of her head with her fingers, then ran her fingers through it to remove the worst of the knots.

  While they were dressing, Neven spoke to the nurse on the other side of the door, while hiding behind the door itself, for he was still naked.

  The nurse was alarmed. “It is unlike him, Monsieur! To leave without speaking to anyone in this way! It is impossible, he would not leave his little ones without regard for them. No note, nothing.”

  “If he left no note, then clearly Monsieur la Duc expected to return shortly,” Neven said with forced patience. “There is no point in sending everyone into a panic just yet.”

  “No, no, you do not understand Monsieur. He took his sword! I checked, and it is gone from the corner where he leaves it.”

  Neven glanced at Remi, who stood to one side of the door, for he could dress in the blink of an eye, while London was human slow.

  Remi shook his head. “That doesn’t sound good,” he murmured. He rested his hand on Neven’s bare shoulder. “Dress. I’ll talk to her.”

  Neven moved out of the way and Remi stepped to the edge of the door in his place. Neven did the same whirlwind, blink-and-you-miss-it act of dressing, while London tied her boots.

  “When was the last time he took his sword with him, Madame?” Remi asked the nurse.

  “He never does, Monsieur! That is why I am worried. To be gone like this when the children expect to see him, and the people in the ballroom, too…well, it isn’t right.”

  “What made you think to check the sword?” Remi asked.

  Good question, London thought to herself.

  Neven tapped her shoulder. She looked up from her second boot. He pointed to her hair and held out an apple green ribbon. “I found it in one of the drawers.” He nodded his head toward the bureau against the wall.

  London took the ribbon and tied her hair back in a simple ponytail at the back of her neck. It would have to do.

  “I brought the children into the front room to take them downstairs as usual,” the nurse said. “I could see through the open door that his bed has not been slept in. I checked on him and noticed the sword was gone. It sits in the corner, Monsieur Remi. Now it is gone.”

  Remi tapped the edge of the door with his fingers, thinking. “We will look for him,” he told the nurse. “Can you see to the children’s breakfast today?”

  “Certainly, Monsieur,” the nurse said, sounding relieved. “Should I ask Louie to direct breakfast this morning on behalf of the Duc?”

  “That would be best, until we learn what has happened,
” Remi replied.

  The nurse went away. London could hear through the narrow opening the nurse murmur something, and a young girl’s soft voice in reply. Footsteps and the click of another door. She realized that she had not seen beyond the door of the sitting room or this room and didn’t know what lay out there. Clearly, another two bedrooms at least—Denis’ and the children’s. And perhaps a third for the nurse.

  Remi shut the door and leaned against it and crossed his arms. He raised his brow at Neven.

  “I think the fool has gone after Brusard,” Neven said. He glanced at London, as if he was wary. “He looked in on you last night when we were tending you. He saw the bruises and the scratches, before Remi healed them.”

  Remi nodded. “He went silent. He was chewing it over.”

  “Like you do,” London breathed. “Why would that send him after Brusard, though?”

  “Because you’re Lucienne and Brusard hurt you.” Remi shrugged.

  “It wasn’t just Brusard,” London pointed out.

  “He wouldn’t dream of going after Carole,” Remi said flatly. “Everything he has done for the last ten years, everything he has given up—all that he has given up, was to preserve his family. If he doesn’t do everything he can to preserve the family now, no matter what Carole does, then all that sacrifice would have been for nothing.”

  Neven’s smile was warm. “Now you see it,” he said softly.

  Remi grimaced. “I see it. I still do not understand it.”

  “So, where do we look first?” Neven asked him.

  “Look wherever there are caves,” London said.

  Both men looked at her. Remi raised a brow.

  “That’s where they held me, yesterday,” London explained. “A cave. Not a very deep one, I think.”

  Neven turned to Remi. “Where are caves, here?”

  “North,” Remi said grimly. “Beyond the old house.”