by Ann Cory
“No. Whatever you do, don’t let it in.”
“It?” There was no mistaking the sound of fear in the ghost’s voice. If the ghost was afraid he took it as a good sign.
Bastian turned to Armand. “Right. Stay with her.”
“You got it.”
Bastian went out the window, and back through the next one over. He ran to the balcony just as the doors swung wide open. A flash of lightning illuminated the figure of a man in a long, black trench coat dripping water all over the floor.
“Where’s the mortal,” the man demanded.
“The mortal?”
“The woman. Where is she? I’m here to help.”
Bastian pointed behind him. “She’s up here.”
The stranger moved up the stairs, his feet never touching a single step.
“I’m a doctor,” he shouted as he passed. “She has precious few seconds left.”
“She’s locked in the study. You’ll have to go in through the window.”
The doctor stopped at the wall beside the door and disappeared through.
“Or not.” He wondered why the ghost knocked on the front door instead of coming through, but dismissed it. All that mattered what saving Shayla. Since he couldn’t go through walls, he had to make his way back through the window.
This time the roof was far more slippery. He lost his footing and clung to the window ledge.
“Fuck. Not good.”
“Need a hand?” He looked up to see Armand. “Any other time and I’d be thrilled to see you fall. But now isn’t that time.”
His rival helped him up in time to see the doctor ease Shayla onto the floor.
“You’re too late,” the ghost said. “You can’t save her now.”
Shayla felt cold hands press against her chest and a mouth cover hers. Unable to see the face clearly with her vision blurred, she feared it was the ghost. She ordered her body to struggle but didn’t have the strength to. Just when she thought she’d die, a warm breath of air filled her lungs, followed by another.
When she looked again, she saw different eyes. Kind eyes that made her trust. The darkness lifted and she felt life beckon to her. She tilted her head and saw the ghost that had tried to kill her. She screamed.
“He’ll not bother you again,” the kind man said.
From his trench coat he pulled out a vial filled with black liquid. He doused the ghost with it several times. Purplish smoke rose for several seconds and the ghost cried out in hideous shrieks. Shayla watched in awe until the ghost disappeared. When the smoke cleared, she saw that the kind man had also vanished. The front door slammed closed and she heard the carriage leave.
Bastian and Armand hurried to her side, each taking her hand.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Who was that man?”
“He’s the carriage driver,” Bastian answered. “Said he was a doctor. He saved your life.”
Armand asked, “Did you know about the ghost?”
“No. I mean, I knew there was something eerie in this room so I stopped coming in here. I figured it was a ghost, but he never showed himself to me before.”
“Well, he’s gone for good,” Bastian assured her. “I’m just glad you’re okay. We were worried we lost you.”
She sat up and rested her palms along the sides of their faces. So handsome. She wanted to stare into their eyes forever. Shayla had definitely made up her mind. She didn’t want to live alone or die alone.
“I want you know that I’ve made my final decision.”
Armand raised a brow. “You have? But we thought that…”
She put her hand up. “It’s all made up. You’ll have to wait until midnight.”
“Honest, you can tell us now,” Bastian prompted.
Shayla liked holding all the cards. “No, I think you can handle another half hour of suspense.”
“I don’t know. The last hour was a bit much for me.”
“Same,” Armand agreed. “Of course, you know we’d do anything for you.”
“I’m counting on that.”
Bastian moved a strand of hair from her face. “You sure you’re okay?”
She smiled. It meant so much to her that they cared about her—took care of her. The doctor may have saved her from the ghost, but Armand and Bastian were her true heroes.
“Yes,” she said, “but I know a way you can make me even better.”
Armand picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He lay her down gently on the bed and undressed. Bastian lay down on her other side and scooted his naked body in close. Together they worked her dress up over her head. Bare and in their skilled hands, she felt surer of herself than she could ever remember feeling. She was doing the right thing.
“Fuck me good, boys.”
Bastian’s hands were everywhere at once. He was like multiple lovers in one. Always roaming, always moving. And he knew just the right amount she liked her nipples teased and nipped.
Armand made a place for himself between her thighs and worked her pussy up into a wet frenzy with this tongue.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, that feels amazing.”
Her thighs shook she desired their touch so badly.
Armand dragged his tongue along her pussy from front to back and then teased her clit. She watched the way his head bobbed and dipped. Observed the sexy way his tongue made her body zing with each flicker. Her gaze turned to Bastian and how he suckled her tit. The way he teased the bud with his teeth while pinching the other. She reached down and clasped Bastian’s cock in her hand, running it up and down his hot flesh. With every stroke, he suckled her nipple intensely, slurping it and demanding it stretch until it almost pained her. At one time she’d been intimidated by the size of his cock. Concerned she’d never handle him in her pussy, let alone her ass. He’d taught her how to relax her muscles and accept him. Of course, the lube he often used helped too.
“Bastian,” she called out. “Fuck my ass.”
His brow rose. “You want it right now?”
She smiled and nodded. “Right now.”
Armand moved up and lay on his back. Shayla straddled him. “I want you to fuck my pussy hard.”
His eyes smoldered. “Then you bring that pink dream over here.”
She gripped his cock and slid easily over him.
“Damn,” he shouted. “It’s unbelievable one woman can cream so hard.”
He grabbed her hips and brought her into him, slow and easy. Nice and deep.
She shivered at the way his thick cock spread her pussy wide. Every inch stimulating her, soaking her more. They found a steady rhythm while Bastian lathered her puckered hole with lube. She loved the way the liquid helped open her up with its pleasant burn. With a couple fingers, he prepped her, but it drove her wild.
“Get inside me now,” she demanded.
Bastian spanked her ass a few times and then rested his cock against her anus.
“Now, please,” she half pled, half whimpered.
He pushed through her sensitive hole slowly, giving her time to fully accept him. When he was all the way in, he started to pump. Armand ground his cock up into her, matching the speed and depth. The double penetration sent heat blazing to all her nerve-endings. God, they knew how to fuck her.
She cupped her breast and offered it to Armand. He raised his head and took the bead between his teeth. The harder he bit, the hotter it made her. She glanced back at Bastian. His handsome face dripped with sweat, his lips curled in pleasure. It made her pussy thrum to see him so into fucking her. Worshiping her ass with each thrust of his cock. She turned her attention to Armand and the way his eyes practically glowed whenever he got excited. His dark hair clung to the sides of his face, damp with sweat. She followed the sinewy muscles of his arms. How they flexed each time he brought her into him.
As they brought her close to an orgasm, she heard the grandfather clock downstairs start to chime midnight. Perfect timing.
“I want you both to b
ite me,” she panted. “Please.”
They stopped their rhythmic thrusts but didn’t move away.
“Shayla,” Bastian started. “You can only have one of us.”
“Those are your rules, not mine. Our love is special. It can sustain a lifetime. If you both love me to the degree you’ve claimed to, than let us start that future now. I want you, and I want you both to turn me. I’ve dreamed of my lovers draining my body while an orgasm surges through me.” She paused to catch her breath. “Don’t say you haven’t wanted to know my blood on your tongue.”
Bastian groaned behind her. “I’m unable to deny you. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
Armand nodded. “From this night on you’ll belong to the both of us. There’s no going back.”
The clock chimed for the twelfth time. This was it. The start of a new life.
Shayla piled her hair on top of her head and held it in place with one hand to expose her neck. A rush of adrenaline went through her.
“Drink me.”
Bastian sunk his teeth into the left side of her neck at the same time Armand raised his head and bit into her right side. New sensations blazed throughout her body. Each suckle drove her pulse louder. They continued to move inside her. She didn’t know if it was her imagination or not, but they felt bigger inside her. Thicker, somehow. Stretching her to full capacity. And they thrust deeper than she believed possible.
They pumped her faster, as though they were possessed. The friction against her clit had her close to sensory overload. Although the orgasm had built up quickly again, she felt her pulse slow until she could scarcely feel it. Her nipples were so damn tight and responsive that she cried out as they scraped against Armand’s chest.
They drank from her until the room spun and a powerful knot grew in her belly. She wanted the orgasm that festered inside her. It promised the most exquisite one she’d ever had.
Shayla parted her lips to release all the pleasurable sounds inside her when she realized everything had gone quiet. All sounds stopped around her. She opened her eyes and watched the room turn to a stunning shade of crimson. Armand and Bastian moved in slow motion, their long thick cocks simultaneously getting her off. She felt herself mouth that she was close to climax but didn’t hear the actual words.
Armand was the first to withdraw his fangs. She couldn’t take her eyes off the blood that coated his lips. Bastian released his mouth from the other side of her neck and she looked over her shoulder to see his lips were coated too. She felt a heaviness form in her mouth and her teeth scrape along her lips. Armand pinched her nipples, the oh-so-sensitive nipples that ached they were so taut. She threw her head back as the marvelous knot in her gut started to unravel.
“Yes, oh my god, yes, yes.”
Shayla cried out so loud that it shattered the bedroom windows.
She continued to scream like her life depended on it. The orgasm nearly blinded her with its strength, but she kept on hollering, riding out one fantastic wave after another. To sweeten the deal, she felt the force of their climaxes as well, filling her with their white heat. Filling her with their eternal promise of love. They continued to move together, as one, for several more minutes until their pace slowed and their bodies spent.
She collapsed onto the bed crammed between their writhing, soaked bodies. A sharp stab of a pain followed that gave her a moment of concern.
“Is it supposed to be painful?”
Bastian and Armand held their wrists above her.
“Open your mouth, beautiful.”
They made a slit in their wrists and she let their liquid drip onto her tongue. With each swallow the pain subsided. She licked her lips, excited by the new taste on her palate. Somewhere between a sugary and syrupy elixir. A calm peacefulness followed.
“Will it always be that way,” she asked. “Will it always hurt?”
“No,” Armand assured her. “We’ll make sure of that.”
“How do you feel?”
“I feel on fire,” Shayla mused. “I feel like myself, only better.”
Bastian ran his hand along her arm. “Just know that we’ll take care of you.”
“Forever,” added Armand.
She liked the sound of that. Her two great loves were with her, and she’d never be alone.
They gathered her up in their arms and softly kissed where they’d bitten her.
“Mm, that feels good,” she purred.
“Hope you’re ready for a brand new experience.”
Shayla nodded. She had everything she would ever need. Best of all, she was immortally theirs.
About the Author
Born with an overactive imagination, Ann Cory has always had a love of words and putting them to paper. With the loving support of her husband and son, she is able to devote her time to the very stubborn and demanding muse.
Ann enjoys writing erotic romance where she delves into the dark realms of paranormal, vampires, shape-shifters, and urban fantasy, while adding excitement and spice to contemporary, BDSM, alternative, and historical themes.
For updates and more, please visit her Magical Seductions website www.anncory.com.
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