“I haven’t, either,” Neven said. “Now, it is all I can think about. I want you both. This is the perfect way to have you both.”
Remi snorted. “Well, if it’s just the sex, then sure.” He shrugged. “I’m curious enough to try it. No promises, okay? If it gets too tedious or angsty, I’m out of here.”
Neven’s gaze met hers. London could almost hear his thoughts. He no more believed Remi’s casual attitude than she did.
She kissed Remi, this time holding nothing back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed into his lips as his arms came around her and his mouth came alive. He was kissing her back. She could feel his reserve, his wariness. It didn’t matter. She wanted him. She wanted the man beneath the shield and now she knew how thin the shield was, she would find him again.
The kiss stirred her arousal. She was pressed against Remi and at the same time, she was aware than Neven was watching every second. Her heart raced. Was Neven feeling the same overwhelming sensations she had felt, watching the two men together?
Then she realized that she had agreed to do exactly that—watch both of them together, completely and without reserve.
London moaned, the core of her almost melting at the idea.
Remi was keeping her on her feet. At her moan, he tore his lips from hers and searched her face with his gaze. He was breathing hard.
“My turn,” Neven said softly and plucked London out of Remi’s arms and pulled her up against him. His cock was a thick ridge between them. He had liked watching her and Remi together.
His kiss was as heated as his cock. He plunged into her mouth, stroking her lips and tongue and making her tremble. Then he let her go. His eyes were black fire as he stroked her cheek. He looked at Remi.
Remi was still breathing hard. Harder, perhaps. His eyes were narrowed, glittering with arousal.
“Tell me you did not enjoy watching that,” Neven said softly.
“It had possibilities,” Remi admitted.
Neven drew him closer, until his shoulder brushed London’s once more, then kissed him, taking his time with it. Remi gripped his jacket and kept him there, his body straining as Neven teased and plundered. The soft groan Remi uttered made London jump, her nerves stretched to breaking point.
Neven let him go and pulled off his jacket and threw it over the back of the nearest chair. “Do you think you could make him make that sound, London?”
“I know I could,” London said, although she didn’t know that for certain. She just knew she wanted to try.
Remi’s gaze was steady. Speculative. “Do your worst,” he offered, lifting his hands a little invitation.
Neven walked over to the foot of the stairs, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Where are you going?” London asked.
“Upstairs.” He stripped off his shirt. “Take care of Remi, then come and join me.”
“Neven,” Remi said. His tone was uncertain, which shocked London. She had never seen Remi unsure about anything.
Neven gave him a small smile. “Take the chance to experience London for yourself, first. I’ll be waiting.” He unbuttoned his trousers and turned away, climbing the stairs, his hands at the fastenings as he climbed. His bare back gleamed in the low light, the muscles working under the skin.
London saw Remi’s throat work as he swallowed, following Neven with his gaze. Then he looked back at her. “He knows,” he said.
“Knows what?”
Remi brushed her hair from her face. “How much I want you.”
“You do? I mean, I thought you might, but…” Her heart was trip hammering now, her nerves heating.
“It’s good that you didn’t know. It’s good that no one knew.” His face was grave.
“You want me?” London repeated, feeling foolish. She needed the reassurance, though.
The look in Remi’s eyes was the same as the one she had seen when he had been chopping wood. The liquid heat in his eyes stole her thoughts and turned her insides into molten goo.
He kissed her and this time she knew it was the real Remi kissing her. No shields, no reservations. London clung to him, her heart climbing, still.
Remi moved his lips down to her chin, then her throat. His tongue drifted over the nape of her neck and for a long moment his lips hovered over her flesh, there. London shivered.
“Mulled wine,” Remi whispered. “Intoxicating.”
London knew he was talking about her blood. He could sense it beneath her flesh. Of course he could. For a moment she had forgotten that he was a vampire. He seemed so human. So wounded.
His mouth trailed over her chest, as he pulled apart her shirt. Last time—the first time he had kissed her—he had stopped at the first closed button. Now he slipped it undone and London’s heart leapt again.
Why had she thought that vampires were cold? His mouth was warm against her skin. His tongue stroked and explored, sending more shivers through her. Her body gathered, her nerves crackling.
Remi was careful about unfastening every button on her shirt, including the cuffs, then drawing the shirt from her shoulders and dropping the silk over the top of Neven’s jacket.
Her bra, though, he dispensed with mercilessly. He tugged at the center of it, then pulled. It didn’t feel as though he had pulled hard, yet her bra gave way with a low tearing sound. He brushed the straps off her shoulders and let the lace drop to the ground. “I prefer to look at your shirt and know that nothing lies beneath it,” he said. His voice was a rough bur, his gaze on her breasts.
How long had Remi been looking at her that way? He had never shown anything except complete indifference.
His mouth closed over the hard tip of her breast. His tongue teased the nipple.
London quivered, as her clit pounded in response. She held his head, encouraging him, a deep moan tearing from her throat.
The slow tempo of Remi’s movements was abandoned. It was as if her moan was a trigger. His hands were everywhere, all at once. She didn’t consciously notice him unfasten her trousers, although they sagged about her hips and with a small tug, they tumbled to the floor about her feet.
Remi pulled her panties away with the same casual twist of his wrist, tearing the lace from her. Now she was naked except for her shoes, which make her feel even more naked. She didn’t care, though. What Remi was doing to her breasts with his teeth and tongue and lips was stealing all her attention. It was making her knees weak and her pulse to pound. She could feel it in every inch of her body, making all of her throb.
She wanted Remi in her. She wanted him now.
He smoothed his hand over her hip and his thumb brushed her stomach, making the muscles quiver. He moved the hand lower, to press against her thigh, right where it met her hip. She moaned again, her hips giving little thrusts.
With a slight turn of his wrist, his fingertips teased her mound, stroking over the little crease of her slit.
London’s gasp was heavy. She rolled her head back, her body clamping around him as he slipped his finger into her slit, to rest it up against her clit. Then, a single stroke.
London clutched at him, feeling soft cotton beneath her fingers. She was shaking as her climax built. Nothing would stop it now. “Again,” she begged. “Please. Make me come.”
Remi’s teeth closed around her nipple and tugged, as his fingers teased and petted her clit. He had his arm around her back, or she would have fallen. She was shaking too much to stand on her own. Her climax tore through her, shredding the nerves and snapping every tendon tight. Her breath held as the pleasure pulsed in hot waves.
She could see Remi watching her. This close, his eyes looked green.
Before her climax faded, he picked her up and carried her backwards. She held on, too dazed by the power of her orgasm to think coherently.
Her back was pressed against cool wall. With his gaze locked on hers, Remi wrapped her legs around him. He had strength to spare. She felt no concern about falling.
She heard a zipper, yet couldn’t loo
k away. Her heart raced once more. She knew what was coming and her whole body wanted to lean into it. She wanted him so badly.
Remi slid into her with no friction, no resistance at all. She was slick and slippery with need. His cock spread her pussy walls, filling her. London sighed.
Remi held still for a moment, sampling the sensations. He was breathing as hard as her. His gaze was still locked on her eyes, as if he could read her thoughts there. It was as if he was measuring her pleasure.
That short, still moment was perfect. London touched Remi’s face. “Why did it take so long to come to this?” she whispered.
“Fear,” he said, his voice low. “It ruled us. All of us.” He kissed her, hard and brief.
Then he moved inside her, thrusting in torturously slow stokes. London sank into the deep pool of pure pleasure he was creating. She could barely keep her eyes open, yet she wanted to. She wanted to watch Remi take her. She wanted to marvel that he was in her, making her feel this way.
His breath shortened and his hips thrust harder and London felt her pussy ripple and squeeze around him in response and her clit throb. With each thrust, his pelvis was brushing her clit, teasing it.
She knew when he was about to come. His movement grew more erratic and faster. Then he leaned his upper body towards her, his mouth opening. She saw the glint of teeth, then he bit her neck, right at the base, as he climaxed.
The wave of silvery excitement stole everything from her—sight, sound, breathing, thought. She hung suspended in the magical moment, colors dancing in her mind, while high sweet notes sang.
When she came back to herself, Remi was holding her, still, his gaze on her face once more.
“Oh…my…” she breathed.
“Can you stand?” he asked gravely.
“I don’t know. I can’t feel anything right now.”
Remi smiled and lowered her gently to the floor. He kept his hands on her hips, until she stopped swaying. Her shoes had dropped from her feet and she hadn’t noticed. That seemed appropriate, somehow.
Remi glanced over his shoulder, making London look, too. Neven stood leaning on the mezzanine railing. He had watched it all. He was naked and his cock was stiffly upright and dark with blood.
Remi tore off his clothes, moving almost too fast for London to see what he was doing. Naked, he picked up London’s hand. “Come,” he said quietly. His cock was still rigid, gleaming with her juices.
He led her over to the stairs. His back, she noted, was nearly as broad as Neven’s. His skin was far paler, though, and his waist narrower. She had a hard time pulling her gaze away from his ass as he climbed.
Neven straightened, watching them draw closer. Remi walked up to him, grabbed his face and kissed him, while still holding London’s hand. Then he pulled her closer. “Help me,” Remi said. He held her hand out towards Neven’s and picked up Neven’s other hand himself.
London gripped Neven’s hand and they drew him towards the bed. It was a big bed, the cover an old-style chenille bedspread. Except that in this time, it wouldn’t be considered old fashioned.
Remi forced Neven to lie down and patted the bed next to him. “Now he gets to pay for his scheming,” he told London.
She smiled, even as Neven laughed. Wickedness curled through her. She had never considered herself to be wicked, or even daring. Now, she reveled in the sensuousness. Hedonism had its charms, after all. She laid down next to Neven and followed Remi’s lead. Remi curled his hand around Neven’s cock and her breath caught at the sight, as he stroked it up and down the shaft. Neven groaned deeply, his hips lifting.
Without looking, Remi reached for the drawer in the bedside table and opened it, barely fumbling. He searched with his hand, then smiled and withdrew a small tube and held it out to her.
“On your hand,” he directed. “Let’s torture him.”
“You already are,” Neven said breathlessly. He groaned again.
London put the lubricant on her hand, watching Neven squirm. Her body was tingling, her excitement building once more, just from watching Remi stroke his cock.
Remi sat up. “You take his shaft. Just the shaft,” he warned. “Leave the head alone until he’s ready for it.”
London glanced at Neven’s face. He was breathing hard, his eyes hooded and glittering with arousal. She gripped his cock and saw him swallow. The heat of him under her hand and the silky velvet softness of his flesh were delightful.
Remi curled his hand under Neven’s sac, stroking. Then he squeezed more of the lubricant onto his fingers and probed beneath. London watched as he pressed against the perineum with his thumb.
Neven’s cock jerked in her hand and Remi smiled. “I’d never thought before how useful a second pair of hands and a second mouth would be.” He met her gaze. “Ready?” His fingers slid deeper and pushed inside Neven, while his thumb massaged.
Neven gave a choked cry.
London took the head of his cock into her mouth and rimmed the flared edges, letting her tongue flutter beneath it, stroking the seam.
Neven’s hand came down upon the back of her head. His fingers shifted in urgent little spasms as she worked. He was groaning almost constantly, his body shifting. His cock jerked in her mouth and his fingers tightened, then he came with a roar.
London didn’t rear back from the cum as she might once have. It seemed perfectly natural to take it all in. She didn’t hesitate. She realized she was writhing on the bed, too, her body inflamed with the need to come once more.
When Neven reached for her and pulled her over him, she was eager for it. He kissed her, then settled her hips over his, as Remi shifted on the bed, making room for her knee. He turned her head and kissed her, too.
“You’re hot!” she breathed.
He smiled. “There’s a point where I can no longer contain my heart. I passed that point a while ago.”
“Now is when vampires feel the most human,” Neven added. “A heart that beats as it will.”
“Not quite now,” Remi amended. The light in his eyes told London exactly when he did feel the most human.
Neven lowered her down onto him. His cock was just as hard as Remi’s and just as hot. London sighed as he slid inside her. In this position, his cock settled deep inside. Her pussy clamped and squeezed him and her clit gave out a soft throb.
Neven shifted his hands to her shoulders and drew her down to lie against his chest. He looked down at her, his dark eyes warm. “I’ve been told that this is one of the best moments for a woman.”
Her body rippled. “I want to find out,” she breathed back.
“You will,” Remi said. His hand rested on her hip. “The view from here is magnificent,” he added lightly. “Your cock inside her, Neven…that is an image I will carry with me.”
“Stop being French and melodramatic and take care of London instead,” Neven rumbled.
London almost giggled. Almost. Remi’s hand scooped over her ass and slide between her cheeks to press up against her ass. She sucked in a breath, amazed at the sensations his touch produced. She could feel nerves come alive that she didn’t know she possessed. “Oh!” she whispered.
Neven smiled. “Relax,” he told her. “It only gets better.”
“He’s speaking from experience,” Remi said.
London gasped again, as she realized that they were talking about sex they’d had. The erotic images that flashed through her mind turned her gasp into a soft moan.
Remi’s fingers were slick with lubricant as he pushed inside her and worked them, easing the way. London closed her eyes. She liked his touch. She like the novel sensations. Then his fingers were gone.
She felt the bed shift as Remi pressed up against her. The blunt thickness of his cock nudged at her entrance and London caught her breath. She was already so full with Neven’s cock.
“Take a deep breath and let it out,” Neven murmured.
London did as he said, as Remi pressed deeper. Miraculously, she felt herself open up and he slid
inside. He held still, as the muscle clamped down hard, then edged even deeper. She could feel everything give way for him. The sensation of being stuffed full was powerful and heady. Her breath quickened to a soft panting. “I think I might come if anyone moves,” she whispered.
“There is no way I can stay still,” Remi said.
“Not for a second longer,” Neven added, his cock shifting.
Remi pulled out of her and slid back in again, as Neven thrust.
London choked, her vision blurring. It was too much. She was dying of pleasure. She lay between them, a vessel for them both. She loved it. She was no longer in control of her body. It was responding to the ultimate pleasure, mindless and drunk on it.
Her climax was the most powerful she had ever experienced. It came from her core and pulled apart every sense she had, leaving them in tatters. She could hear herself screaming as the relentless waves pounded through her.
It took forever for the climax to loosen its hold on her. It pulsed through her, making her writhe and shiver and moan, until breathless, she fell against Neven. His jaw worked and his eyes closed as he cried out his pleasure.
Remi thrust and thrust again and grew taut and still, his choked groan extending, as he quivered and came.
Both of them slipped out of her, leaving her empty and drained, although London did not have the energy to complain. Remi laid his long length up against Neven, his chest against London’s shoulder. He looked at them. He was smiling. It was a small expression. An unconscious one.
Neven blew out his breath, his chest rising and falling beneath her. “I had no idea…”
“It makes normal sex seem boring,” Remi admitted. He stroked London’s cheek. “I could feel you inside her, too. Moving against me.”
“I can’t move,” London said.
“Don’t try,” Neven said instantly. “Stay right where you are. Both of you.”
Remi brushed the fine black hair from Neven’s temple, then kissed it.
Well, if it’s just about the sex… London recalled his dry, cynical agreement as Remi kissed her cheek in turn. No cynicism touched his eyes now.
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