by Alex Lidell
Reese kept staring at the door. It had been a long time since he was afraid, but he was now. And it was better to make the cut himself. “You don’t owe me anything. I apologize for taking advantage of the moment. We were—emotional and drunk on sensation. One-night stands have been a standard for me for some time, but I should have known better than to put you into that position.”
Instead of softening, Sam’s muscles tightened, her hand digging into Reese’s shoulder. The smell of fury wafted from her, tickling his nose. “So that’s all it was? I was just a one-night stand to you?”
“I was a one-night stand to you.” Reese twisted around, shaking off Sam’s hand. “Don’t rewrite history. I apologize for not having stopped it, apologize that you didn’t enjoy yourself. You should have told me to stop. Did you imagine I wouldn’t have?”
“I didn’t want to tell you to stop,” Sam blurted. “That’s the fucking problem.”
Reese stared. “You feared saying no?”
“No, God damn you, I didn’t.” Color rose so high on Sam’s face that for a moment, Reese wondered if the witch was getting a fever. She was certainly making as much sense as someone in the midst of delirium. “I didn’t say stop because I didn’t want you to stop. Don’t you understand?”
“I think she means you failed to satisfy her,” Ellis put in helpfully.
Samantha threw him a glare.
With a short growl, Reese gripped Sam’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing the witch to meet his eyes. And, Hades take him, her breath hitched with arousal so quickly, it made his cock ache. He held her there, watching as her pupils dilated, the small soft spot on the side of her neck vibrating with a quickening pulse. It was all he could do to keep from taking her mouth right then and there, but there was something else he needed to work out first. And he would stand there until hell froze over if he had to.
“Explain,” Reese ordered.
Samantha gasped lightly, her arousal spiking, her body yielding beautifully in his grip. “I…” She swallowed, her voice changing. “Weren’t you leaving?”
“I was,” Reese confirmed. “But now I’m not.”
“Well, change your fucking mind again!”
“No.”
“You enjoyed taking Reesand, Dev.” Ellis stepped up to them, arms crossed over his wide chest, his body blocking Sam’s path to the door. “Why are you so intent on convincing everyone that you didn’t?”
“Because I shouldn’t have enjoyed it,” Samantha mumbled.
“Why is that?” said Reese, not yielding an inch of ground. “Because I’m a vampire?”
“What? No!” Sam shut her eyes tightly. “I’m… I don’t like that I liked it.”
“Look at me,” ordered Reese, certain that he’d be obeyed. And he was. In fact, if he was smelling right, moisture was dripping from Sam’s sex down the inside of her thighs as he held her. “Why shouldn’t you enjoy sex?”
“I should enjoy…normal sex,” Samantha blurted finally, the desperation in her tone tugging at Reese’s heart. “Not that sex. What we did—letting you… It was wrong. I’m not the kind of person who enjoys… I don’t want to be that person.”
“Hades take me, Samantha,” said Reese, the realization finally, finally dawning on him. “Are you seriously telling me that you think what you enjoy sexually is some sort of commentary on who you are as a person?”
“Not that I want to give Cassis credit,” Ellis said, stepping up behind Sam so she was boxed in between them, “but the bastard always said Talonswood Reform could do with some sex education.”
28
Sam
My face flames so much that I can’t even find my words. Wrong. Everything about this conversation is so, so wrong. Worse still, Reese’s brilliant blue eyes have a hint of gentle amusement dancing inside them, the lightness clashing with an equal dose of panty-soaking intensity.
“I enjoy taking females from behind,” he says, each word seemingly calculated to go straight to my clit. “I don’t think that makes me a dog. Nor do I think that your enjoying me taking charge of you in bed means you’d like for me to do so in real life.”
“Can we please move on to something else now?” I say, trying to focus on anything except the image Reese just planted in my head. “A discussion of spiders would be good. Or snakes.”
Reese wraps his hand in my hair and pulls my head back to look at me from above, the slight prickling in my scalp doing nothing to soothe the ache in my thighs. His dark eyes grip mine, his nostrils flaring. “I am a vampire,” he says, his voice low. “A predator. It is part of who I am. If you would like me to keep myself in check sexually, I will. But don’t let human myths destroy your pleasures, Samantha. Your body is your own.”
I bite my lip, wanting more of him. Wanting Ellis. Wanting to stop being afraid of what my body is screaming at me to do. “What if I don’t know what I like?” I whisper.
Behind me, Ellis’s warm hands slide along my arms and waist, stopping right at the curve of my hip. “Then I think it will be our pleasure to find that out,” he purrs into my ear. “In my experience, such questions are too important to leave to chance.”
It takes me a moment to realize what he’s suggesting, to see that Reese is moving even closer to me, angling my head to nibble his way from my jaw to my earlobe. Apparently, my orgasms are the one and only thing in this universe on which Ellis and Reese agree.
“No strings attached,” Reese whispers into my ear. “Other than trust. For this one hour. Can you trust us?”
I look between them, my voice breathless. “You want to—”
“How else will you know who is better?” Ellis points out with a raised brow, his hand sliding steadily up the inside of my thigh, closer and closer to the throbbing wetness I know he’ll find there.
“Don’t you two hate each other?” I say. My one last desperate protest falls out of me in a breathy tumble as the two hot-as-hell males bracket me on either size, my body a tuned violin begging to be played with, whether or not my mind thinks it’s a good idea.
“Very much so.” Ellis runs a finger along my cheekbone, “I’m planning on pleasuring you, not the bloodsucker.”
Reese snorts as Ellis’s hand moves that last inch up my skirt, the tip of one finger sliding into the crotch of my panties and making me stand up on my toes. As I gasp, something passes between the two males, and, a heartbeat later, Ellis sits himself on the couch and pulls me onto his lap. Crouching in front, Reese reaches beneath my skirt and pulls my underwear clean off.
Cool air brushes my sex, but before I can do anything, Ellis has his hands firmly on the insides of my thighs. He pushes my legs apart, strong fingers stroking between my slippery folds, circling my entrance without ever going inside. Unable to help it, I moan and relax my legs farther apart, resting my head on Ellis’s shoulder. I don’t even care what Reese can see right now.
Not that it would matter if I did. Ellis nips my earlobe lightly before hooking one leg around mine so that I’m trapped. Exposed. And oh so very hot. My heart quickens, and it’s only partially because Ellis has just traced the hood of my clit.
Licking his lips, Reese pulls off my jacket and shirt and bra, until the little blue skirt is all I have on. In the late afternoon shadows, my nipples perk in the cool air. My breasts tremble with each of my heaving breaths. Without warning, Reese pulls one nipple into his cool mouth and flicks it with his tongue, making me gasp. Ellis’s hand tightens around my waist, his other pressing my sex with a competent possessiveness that would have me squirming if he wasn’t holding me quite so tightly.
Grabbing my shirt, Reese tears a wide swatch of fabric from it and approaches me. “Stop thinking,” he whispers, his words low and commanding as he lays the cloth over my eyes and deftly ties it around the back of my head.
I freeze, my breaths coming quick and tight as my sight disappears. My heart races, the knowledge that I can’t see what’s happening rushing through me to wake all my other senses. The
rough cloth of Ellis’s jeans beneath my bare ass, the fae’s foresty scent mixing with the vamp’s tangy one. A clock somewhere tick-tick-ticks the seconds away.
Ellis shifts to slide his warm palms over my aching breasts, rubbing my nipples in small circles, then kneading my breasts deeply. I arch my back with a whimper, pressing my chest harder into his hands. Now a second set of hands caresses my arms.
Reese. Telling me where he is without speaking. My heart slows a bit, my breathing deepening. His hands slide up my bare legs agonizingly slowly, from my splayed-open knees to my inner thighs.
Without warning, he flicks his finger right over my clit, and I squirm, whatever calm I just earned disappearing into a deep, deep need. More. I want more.
I gasp, opening my mouth to— “Do not move,” Reese orders in that voice from the gym, the one that makes me go stock-still, even as a new wave of arousal races through my quivering body. Fuck. Three words. The vamp has made me even needier and wetter with three little words.
Slipping farther between my thighs, one callused hand slides through my moist folds, up and down, up and down, making wet sounds in the silent room. With deft, confident strokes, he moves closer and closer to my clit, never touching it.
A sound I don’t recognize escapes my body, a long, breathless cry as he teases my sensitive lips, thrusts a finger shallowly into my channel, again. Then two fingers, pistoning deeply, rhythmically, almost enough to—
But then he pulls out just as quickly, leaving me achingly empty. I groan and protest with my hips, turning my forehead into Ellis’s hot neck. But the fae’s legs only tighten around mine, holding me pinned as Reese continues to work his way along my sex. Tracing the hood of my engorged clit, flicking on either side with short teasing motions that become more impossible to endure with every heartbeat.
Ellis circles my nipples with his fingertips now, twisting them lightly to the rhythm of Reese’s flicks.
My whole body trembles and bucks, the intensity of the sensation consuming my consciousness. My need goes higher and higher, taking over the world, making me writhe against Ellis’s hands and cry desperately for release.
Reese presses two fingers right against my clit and makes tiny, tight circles, and I plummet into an orgasmic free fall. I scream as my channel clenches in pleasure over and over, the shocks coming one after another.
I’m melted, boneless, against Ellis.
But the males aren’t done.
With a blindfold in place, I don’t realize what’s about to happen until I’m suddenly being lifted off Ellis’s lap and laid on my back on the rug. I try to sit up on instinct, but hard hands grip my thighs and shoulders at once. Push me down. Holding me there as a new rush of need simmers in my blood.
And then…nothing. A pause. I draw a ragged breath, straining to make out the sounds for any clues of what’s happening around me.
“I think I want your attention a little more focused,” Reese’s British voice informs me, his callused hands pushing my thighs apart so wide that I feel the cool air brush the steaming inside of my sex and butt. He releases me, but instead of appeasing my need, the sudden freedom is absurdly disappointing—right up until I feel Reese’s finger trace the rim of my anus.
My heart stops. All my muscles tighten at once as my heart pounds my ribs. “N—”
“Consider it a warning,” Reese tells me, his voice powerful and low and so intense, it makes moisture drip down my ass and pool beneath me on the rug. “I would suggest you keep very, very still. No matter what I do.”
The ominous words, which should send any normal being sprinting straight for the door, instead turn up the heat on my fucked-up thermostat. I stop moving at once and whimper as his hands grip the insides of my thighs tightly and—
I gasp, barely keeping my hips on the floor as Reese’s tongue parts my folds, lapping up and gathering moisture. Long, slow strokes of his tongue up through my folds, then quick flicks of my clit. Like a predator enjoying his dessert. Everything inside me tightens with the desire to raise my hips, to do something to create more of that delicious friction, to speed my body toward climax.
Yet just when I’m ready to give in and buck my hips, Reese brushes that warning finger against my back hole again.
I rein in all thought of moving at once. And nearly come just from that yielding alone.
With all my attention on Reese’s tongue and on trying to keep still, I almost forget about Ellis—who, until now, has had his hands resting tamely on my shoulders. Now, those hands slide down to cup my aching breasts.
Ellis rolls my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and I whimper as it puckers beneath his hold. He squeezes just a bit harder, taking me to an edge of pain that is not pain at all. I pant, the effort of holding myself still over Reese’s lapping, sucking mouth, against Ellis’s fingers arousing my nipples to hard, hard points.
Zings of electricity jolt through me, waking my clit and making everything from my thighs to my toes tighten beneath the assault.
I tremble as Reese’s tongue continues to explore my sex, tormenting the hood with merciless flick flick flicks. Each touch sends new waves of desire through me, bringing me up to climax one rung at a time. And just when I think I have no other place to go, when the orgasm is within a millimeter’s reach, the bastard pulls back. I moan in frustration and try to bring my knees closer together, preparing for whatever’s coming next.
A palm connects loudly with my ass, making me yelp.
“Obey, Samantha,” Reese growls over me.
He slaps my other cheek, harder. Again. I pant loudly, the slaps vibrating directly to my clit, nearly pushing me over the edge.
Ellis’s mouth closes over my puckered nipple just as Reese plunges his finger into my tightening channel, everything about it magnified by my blindfold. Ellis’s mouth, hot and powerful as it suckles my breasts. My chest full and achy. Reese’s finger filling my sex in promise of bigger things to come.
Holy hell. I lick my lips, imagining what it might feel like to take one of the males into my mouth. To feel the thick velvety cock against my tongue, to make them ache with pleasure the way they torment me.
“She’s thinking again,” Ellis points out, lifting his head from my nipple and blowing on the sensitive flesh.
“Hmm,” Reese agrees. “There will be punishment for that.”
The vamp’s words roll over my skin, the menacing promise in them making my whole body scream with need.
Reese plunges another finger inside me, pumping back and forth, back and forth, until I’m whimpering, mewling like a helpless needy kitten.
Then he pulls out. Parts my ass cheeks.
A rush off anxiety floods me, my ass wiggling in an attempt to escape the unyielding hold as a finger traces my rim insistently, and this time—this time, it is no longer a threat. It’s a promise.
“Punishment,” he growls, and slips his finger inside.
A small burn as he passes the sensitive rim of muscle gives way to molten heat that floods my body. My breath halts, my sex clenching over and over. The slick finger inside my ass moves, Reese pushing in and out, in and out, in the most intimate and intrusive way. So certain. So insistent. Never allowing me to escape each and every moment of the intense sensation.
I draw a shuddering breath.
And then, with his finger still inside my tight hole, he flicks his tongue right over my apex and sends me headlong over the edge again.
I scream as I come, and Ellis covers my mouth with his, swallowing all my moans while my body spasms uncontrollably. Waves of pleasure rush through my core, gripping the backs of my thighs, my sex, my toes. My hands curl on the carpet, looking for purchase, for anything to ground me as Reese’s fingers start moving in and out again and again and again.
The second orgasm hits me on the heels of the first, the two sets of spasms crashing into each other like a tsunami of pure pleasure. So intense, it’s painful. All-consuming. My heart races, my hands clawing the carpet, my hi
ps bucking and undulating against Reese’s and Ellis’s dual unyielding holds. They don’t let go. Don’t let me up. And my treacherous body only takes the restraint as spice that intensifies each sensation.
I’m panting and whimpering as the last waves of my orgasm finally shudder to a stop, my body feeling too heavy and melted and exhausted to be in the here and now.
For a few moments, nothing happens, both males withdrawing from me, and I imagine what I must look like to them, splayed half-naked on the rug like a rag doll. Just when I’m about to break out of the position, a minty scent washes over me, and I’m lifted again, held against a cool bare chest. I feel the lightest brush of fangs over my neck, my pulse pounding in response.
“Do you think the little witch has learned her lesson?” the vamp growls, his chest vibrating against me.
Stripping away the skirt that’s proving more hindrance than cover now, he carries me somewhere—it feels like the couch—and sits, settling me down so I’m kneeling over his lap, facing away from him. My legs are spread wide over his, every inch of me exposed to their eyes. Their hands.
I hear a rustling, a warm presence stepping in front of me. “What shall we do with you now?” Ellis whispers into my ear, his words tickling and warm.
“I want to…” I can’t make myself speak the words. Can’t tell him how much I want to take him into my mouth. It’s too—
“What do you want to do?” Ellis whispers, brushing his lips over my ear. “You’ll have to speak up.”
Right. Stop thinking, Devinee. They’re not going to let up until I let my body take over, until I take what I want from them.
“I want to taste you,” I say finally, my words so low, they’re almost inaudible even to me. But I know he heard them loud and clear.
