by Ann Cory
“Yes,” she whispered.
He didn’t waste any time. He pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy while rolling his tongue along her clit. She watched in desperation as he removed them and licked his fingers.
“You’re pussy is the perfect elixir to quench my thirst.”
Vibrations of heat ebbed throughout her body. She loved this torture.
Again, he pushed his fingers inside her pussy, making his movements swift and deep. Her legs shook and made it difficult to stand. He trailed her inner thigh with his tongue until he reached her clit and then sealed his mouth over it.
“Oh god,” she moaned.
Armand’s tongue and fingers were persistent in drawing out an orgasm.
She brought her arms up over her head and let them fall loose behind Bastian’s neck as he massaged her breasts, giving extra attention to her nipples. He moved his mouth from her neck up close to her ear, whispering words that made her melt further into him.
“I’ll bet your pussy is flooded with your cream. All sweet and soaked.”
Shayla tensed her muscles and sucked a deep breath in. Oh god, yes. At any moment, she was going to drench Armand’s mouth and fingers with her cum. She didn’t dare move. She didn’t dare breathe.
“Let it go,” Bastian prompted. “Let it all go. Let me feel your body shudder against me.”
Her vision blurred and then the blessed orgasm broke free.
“Fuck yes,” she cried as her body bucked fiercely.
To add to the pleasure, Armand continued suckling her clit. The extra stimulation made her spasm. If it weren’t for Bastian holding her up, she’d have collapsed.
Armand gave another long, deep drag along her pussy and then smacked his lips. “Your cum is like brown sugar on my tongue, love. So fucking addictive. Though everything about you is addictive.”
Armand slid down to the floor and stroked his cock with a tight fist. Her eyes widened. She watched the pre-cum appear at the tip of his cock, reminding her of a flawless pearl against the firelight.
“I want to feel that wet, soft pussy on my cock,” he said, his eyes dark and seductive.
Drenched as she was, her body craved more.
Slowly she situated herself over him. He held the base of his erection, and with Bastian’s aid, she gently eased down over him until her pussy stretched wide apart. She inhaled long and deep until he filled her completely. Armand gripped the curve of her hips and helped her match his slow, steady rhythm. She felt each succulent inch of his cock move inside her.
Aware that Bastian was near, she coaxed him closer until his erection was half an inch before her lips. She reached up and grasped his cock firm in her palm. He growled something she didn’t quite catch as she took him into her mouth. She slid her mouth back to the tip, taking him all the way to the hilt with her lips wrapped tight.
Shayla knew just how he liked his cock sucked, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he came.
“You’re being naughty,” he groaned.
Sweat gathered along his forehead and dripped down to his chest. His thick thighs were chiseled to perfection.
“I know.” She went to take him in a third time, but he quickly withdrew.
“Let’s save that for another night, angel,” he rasped. “Right now I want to feel my cock inside that firm ass of yours.”
He moved out of her view and then gently pressed the curve of her back so she bent further over Armand. She heard the faint sound of the nightstand drawer open and shut. A moment later, she shivered at the icy liquid he applied to her anus. Bastian’s finger teased her sensitive opening as he lathered it on.
“So beautiful. So tight,” he groaned.
He massaged more cool liquid around her sensitive hole, and she made herself relax.
“Let’s see if you’re ready for me.”
Her throat tightened. All she could do was nod her head.
His fingers stretched her anus as he slipped them inside her. “Oh yeah, you’re ready for me.”
Armand stopped thrusting his hips and took to thumbing her nipples while Bastian’s cock rested at the tip of her ass. Any moment the delicious burn would start. Armand pinched her nipples like a vise at the same time that Bastian thrust into her. She let out a high-pitched cry of undeniable pleasure.
They didn’t waste another second. In unison, they pumped into her. Hard and fast. Driving their cocks with a force that left her moaning and whimpering for more. For the next several minutes she let ecstasy take her for a ride. The thrill of both their cocks inside her elevated her pulse double—almost triple time. Her body shook so much that she had to hold onto Armand.
They thrust simultaneously, obeying her sharp commands of harder, faster and deeper between labored breaths. Armand pumped his hips up into her while Bastian plunged behind her. A medley of grunts and fuck me’s echoed around the room. The heat from the fire paled in comparison to the heat the three of them generated together. She loved being this open and vulnerable to them. Loved the double penetration and how close it brought them. Loved being the object of their desire again and again.
Shayla felt the tide turn low in her belly. Like it or not, she was about to climax. The wicked sensations they stirred within her made her quick to orgasm, no matter how hard she tried to hold back.
“I’m going to come,” she cried out, prompting them to quicken their movements until the orgasm tore through her like a storm. As she bellowed a string of lust-filled obscenities, Armand circled her clit wildly with his thumb and Bastian smacked her ass. The shuddering and jerking of her body stimulated her further, causing everything to vibrate and bring her right to the edge of a third climax. In a daze, she worked her body with them, desperate to have them come at the same time she did.
“Speed up,” she moaned.
Her body buzzed while the vampires cursed between thrusts. Wide-eyed, she watched them turn into human fucking machines. Taking her with short, quick bursts until their curses turned into grunts. She watched Armand’s face twist up into a half-pained expression and then smile. To her relief, both he and Bastian climaxed. It took only one more circle of her clit and she unleashed one hell of an orgasm. Once again, they’d satisfied her and then some.
Bastian withdrew his cock and slunk to the floor, pulling her along with him.
She lay sandwiched between their sweat-slicked bodies, watching the glow from the fire cast shadows along the ceiling. Shayla wanted things to stay the way they were.
For their strong, chiseled bodies to anchor hers.
For their deep, sensuous voices to whisper seductive words.
To bring her to one earth shattering climax after another.
To fill her with a confidence that didn’t exist without them.
This was her heaven. Her paradise.
It would have been easier had she never fallen for them, but it didn’t make her decision easier to think that way. Her love for them grew stronger each day. In their arms she found the ultimate happiness.
Shayla tilted her chin to catch a glimpse of Armand only to be met with an impish smile. When she turned to look at Bastian, he wore the exact same expression.
“Are you any closer to a decision, my sweet,” Armand asked.
“No,” she moaned and covered her eyes.
Damn them both. How could they ask her that after what they just shared? Were a few moments spent wrapped in a cloud-nine sandwich too much to ask for?
“That’s all right,” Armand soothed. “You’ve still got time. But I bet I can make the decision easier.”
The knot in her stomach returned. “Please don’t try.”
“But love, our only desire is to make you happy. Once Bastian leaves, I can show you what I mean.”
“No,” she said through clenched teeth.
“No?”
“That’s right,” she snapped. “I said no. Right now I want to be left alone.”
Armand faced her and propped up onto his elbow. “But I always stay u
ntil you fall asleep.”
She pushed him to his back and sat up, arms folded. “There’s little chance of sleep happening if you stay, thank you very much. How can I possibly relax? I have an important decision to make by tomorrow night, and your one-upmanship comments haven’t helped.”
Armand flashed a wounded look and trailed his fingers along her arm. Goose bumps dusted her flesh. Mad as she was, he still had a hold over her. How in the hell could she live without his touch?
“Then I’ll leave you to your rest. Until tomorrow evening, my love.” His lips captured hers and his hot breath whooshed into her lungs.
Armand rose and scooped up his clothes. He stopped at the doorway and blew her a kiss.
Frustrated, she put her hand up in a block position. When she lowered her hand, he had gone.
Now to deal with the other one.
Bastian smirked. “I know you’ll choose me, so I’ll not brood the way he does. How about I give you a massage to help ease the tension?”
At this rate, she was so tense it would take a miracle to loosen her muscles. “Wonderful as it sounds, and it does sound wonderful, I meant it when I said I wanted to be alone. Thanks all the same.”
“Of course.” His lips pressed against hers and lingered long enough for heat to fill her belly.
He broke the kiss and stood. “Sleep well. Rest those mesmerizing eyes of yours.”
“Night,” she murmured.
Damn. Currents of pleasure raced through her body and hit every nerve ending like some crazed pinball machine. She couldn’t live without his touch either. Together they made her sizzle in all the right places. She craved both of them. She needed both of them.
A chill quickly swept over her flesh with the departure of their bodies. She rose from the floor and climbed into bed. The bulky blankets were a far cry from two hard bodies, and not nearly warm enough.
Shayla tried to get comfortable, but restlessness proved that difficult. The tears that she’d held back for much of the evening finally made their way down her cheeks and along the satin pillowcase. How could she possibly choose one over the other?
Chapter Two
Armand had been reluctant to leave, noting the deep crease along Shayla’s forehead. He didn’t like the way he’d left things. He understood her decision wasn’t an easy one, but it was necessary. From the moment he’d first laid eyes on her, he’d been possessive of her. With a single look, she managed to set his body on fire, and aroused him from the dead sleep he’d spent centuries in. She was breathtaking with her long jet-black hair and cobalt blue eyes. Her curvaceous figure reminded him of an hourglass. Her breasts were perfect and soft. Her hips and ass sent his mouth watering. Every sweet inch of her body was made for loving, touching, caressing, and devouring. Armand knew her blood would taste like the most luscious cream he’d ever had. But until she declared her to be his, and only his, he’d never bite her. He didn’t want her to have a single moment of doubt or regret.
In the beginning he’d come to the manor looking for a new home for his coven, the Black Thorns. He heard it was abandoned and thought it perfect. Only he found it wasn’t abandoned after all. He found Shayla. She was everything and more than what he looked for in a partner. He wanted to find a way to make her smile every day. Bring her pleasure and help take away the sadness she seemed to cling to. He watched her for weeks, learning her routine, mannerisms, and studying her habits.
Before he had a chance to introduce himself, another vampire approached her. The one he would come to know as Bastian, part of the Manzanita coven. Sworn enemies. Right away he despised him and his rough exterior, but he couldn’t ignore the way Shayla took to him. Armand knew he had to take action and make his presence known or risk losing her.
After weeks of brooding, he called a private meeting with Bastian where they expressed their mutual feelings for her. Together they came to the conclusion that they both loved her and wanted nothing more than to treat her well. While neither wanted to give her up, her selection of her eternal mate would have to be solely her decision. He wanted nothing more than to slay Bastian, but he worried it would break Shayla’s heart and he’d never know if she would have chosen him. He and Bastian agreed to a one-year pact. To put up with one another for her and not destroy each other. Once she’d made her choice, the other would leave and never make contact again.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. He didn’t realize how unhappy it would make her. He could see that it troubled her and he didn’t know how to make it better.
Unsure of what to do, he sulked about from room to room. If only he could help make the decision easier on her. Shayla’s pleasure was all that mattered to him.
* * * *
Bastian paced the downstairs foyer. It had been a long year and soon he’d have Shayla as his own. He didn’t hate Armand. Much. How could he when they both wanted the same things for a woman they loved? But his affections were more than that of fairy tales. He didn’t need poetry and literature to motivate his feelings for her. He loved her. Plain and simple. He’d die for her. Battle for her. Go to any lengths necessary for her. And once she became his wife, he’d protect her with fierce determination. Of course, he could’ve had her all to himself early on, but he cared too much to manipulate her thoughts or emotions. Even if it meant victory over Armand.
He wished to make her decision less daunting. Seeing her distraught over their request to choose racked him with guilt. Not enough to step back and let Armand have her, but guilt nonetheless. He never expected to meet a woman who would have him so enraptured he’d spend a year trying to convince her to have him. When he took Armand out of the picture, it was time well spent.
Bastian felt the need to check on her to see if she’d fallen asleep. Though she tried to hide it, he’d seen her eyes brimming with tears, and it left him with a heavy heart.
He turned to go up the stairs when he noticed Armand standing on the last step wearing a smug expression.
“Don’t you have better things to do,” he snapped.
“Not really,” Armand mused. “Not when I’m so close to being crowned the victor.”
Irritation racked his body. “You’re clueless, you know that?”
His rival furrowed his brows. “How so?”
“You haven’t any better idea who she’ll choose than I do. You might think your words sound confident, but I hear them for what they really are.”
“Enlighten me.”
“They’re nothing more than words of self doubt. And it makes you sound fake.”
“I gather you’re an expert?”
Bastian shook his head. “If I’m an expert, it’s only because I’m doing the same damn thing.”
“You’ve lost me.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“Prick.”
This wasn’t helping. Bastian regained his composure. “Sorry. Look, we share the same goal. We both want Shayla to be happy. You’ve seen how upset she gets when we fight over her, how it tears her apart. It’s clear that we’re going about this the wrong way.”
Armand crossed his arms. “How so?”
“By bickering with one another we’re showing our weaknesses, not our strengths,” he explained. “She needs to know that her choice is the right one. She needs to know she’ll be protected and taken care of by a strong, commanding husband. At this point why would she choose either one of us?”
Bastian waited for his rival to process his words.
“Hmm. What you’re saying makes sense. Do you propose another way to sway her mind?”
“I do as a matter of fact. It will require putting our differences aside and working together. Are you up for a challenge?”
Armand nodded. “Always.”
“Good. Then here’s what we’re going to do.”
Chapter Three
Shayla opened her eyes and breathed a heavy sigh. The day she’d been dreading was finally here. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, though she hardly felt rested. Her sleep had
been riddled with disturbing nightmares with themes of loneliness. Dreams where she’d been an older woman without anyone to console her. Without anyone to love her. Dreams of collapsing in the middle of a desert thousands of miles from civilization, alone and scared. She blamed the damn decision and how it invaded every aspect of her life. It was debilitating. Why couldn’t they understand that she loved them both?
She considered lounging around feeling sorry for herself, but it was late in the morning, and too many things reminded her of Armand and Bastian. Their heady masculine smells lingered on the sheets, pillowcases, and all over her. None of it helped.
Restless, she stood and slipped into a silk robe, the lightweight fabric cool against her skin. A bath sounded like the perfect thing to loosen the knots in her neck and stomach. Still half asleep, she shuffled into the bathroom and turned on the water. The tub was large and made of porcelain with brass claw feet. A perfect escape. With the water running, she disrobed and stood before the mirror. More wrinkles than a year ago. Her body was soft, though she didn’t mind. Curves had always been her thing. They made her feel womanly. Exercise hadn’t ever been a task she aspired to do. Climbing the stairs was about the extent of it.
When the water reached the right temperature, she added half a bottle of bubble bath and slipped inside. At once it helped soothe her.
While she bathed, parts of her strange dreams came back to her. Why had she been alone? Had it been her decision to remain alone? Had the dreams been a sign that she shouldn’t choose either? Or did the dream represent her fear of becoming a lonely old maid. Or worse yet, maybe she’d driven the vampires away. Again, she wished she had answers.
Shayla decided to get out of the tub before the water cooled too much. She stepped out carefully and grabbed a plush green towel to wrap around her body, and another one for her hair. She chose a black dress that hugged her best assets. She took her time blow-drying her hair, singing into it like a microphone. It helped take her mind off more pressing matters.
At her vanity, she put on makeup and brushed her hair until it was smooth and shiny. It had been ages since she got this dolled up.
