The behind man—she had to give him a name—laughed.
She glared. “Look, Mr. Whoever, don’t think you look much better. Your trousers aren’t exactly covering anything—important or not.” Wow, his eyes actually sparked.
“You’ll find out differently, Barbie, er, Tavvy. Move it.”
Who the hell did he think he was?
“Your nemesis, or part of it. Now, get that body up these stairs, or go back to your boring life and aversion to blood. Come with us, and nothing will ever be the same again.”
Sheesh, that was explicit enough. How the hell did he know what she was thinking? She knew damn well she hadn’t spoken out loud.
“I can read your thoughts. So what’s it to be?”
God, that growling voice was eroticism unbound. Her clit clenched, and her juices gathered. So, it was time for fantasy to become reality.
She moved slowly, trying to remember the sensual sway from her belly dancing lessons. Going by the smothered laugh she heard, she wasn’t sure she was succeeding.
“Sorry, it’s him,” Ehrst said hastily. “He’s got that gleam in his eye again.”
Gleam? She looked at the as-yet-nameless man and gulped; it was true. He looked like she was a particularly choice piece of food just for him to sink his fangs into. She looked closer. Yup, definitely fangs.
“What is it with those teeth?” she asked suddenly. “No one said it was fancy dress night.”
“He’s a vamp.” Ehrst spoke in a casual tone. “Vampire.”
Tavvy pinched herself surreptitiously. Ouch, yes, she was definitely awake; she hadn’t stumbled into the Twilight Zone in her sleep. Just smile and nod and plan a good getaway. Forget the sex.
He grinned, and it held so much sensual promise she melted.
“Duh, yeah, of course he is. They get everywhere these days.” Was that really her, chatting of stupid things with one of the two guys she was going to let—she stopped herself short. Not a minute before she was all set to run. Now, she was a puddle of drool and ready to—don’t think it! If Mr. No-Name could read her mind… She knew she was getting all hot again, not just because of her thoughts either. She was being looked at like something tasty.
“Oh, you’d be surprised.” The man held his hand out. Thinking he wanted to introduce himself, she put her hand out as well, only to find herself yanked and held tightly next to a very firm male body. He was fit. His cock moved slightly, rubbing against her pussy, its strength and heat obvious even through her skirt. He, of course, was still sort of naked. Well, his cock and upper legs were anyway.
“Open your legs.”
What? In his dreams.
“Nope, Barbie, in my reality. You know you’re going to play, so let’s start. Open your legs.”
Shit, that stare. Is he hypnotizing me?
“No, but I will if you want.” His eyes twinkled, and those fangs snuck between his lips.
She wondered how on earth he managed that trick. “Up yours.” Oops, unfortunate choice of words.
“Oh, no doubt about it—one way or another,” Derrom replied. “Now get that body ready, willing, and able. Ehrst is waiting and wanting.”
Amazed at her own temerity, she moved half a pace back and took hold of his cock, before running her nails none too gently up its length.
“And you aren’t, Mr.…?” Her voice lifted on the question.
***
Derrom laughed. Whoever she was, she had plenty of fire in her. He looked forward to tasting all she was going to offer. “I’m Derrom. He is Ehrst.”
The woman smiled at him as she still played with his cock. “Octavia, but as I said, I answer to Tavvy.”
“Tavvy it is.’” He watched as Ehrst’s eyes narrowed before he turned on the stairs to add his own greeting, which due to where he was standing consisted of a thick, hard cock waving in front of her face.
He saw her blink and then run her tongue around her lips. The hand on him tightened fractionally before he was sure the conscious decision she was making to relax kicked in.
“Want a taste?” Derrom asked. “He’s all yours at the moment.”
Derrom stared at her as she swallowed convulsively. Well, he reasoned to himself, it seemed like she wasn’t against the idea totally.
“The group I was with? Noelle was so nice. She invited me to join them.”
He laughed.
“I don’t think they’ll miss you, but I’ll phone down and say you’ve met up with some other friends.”
“What about the rest of my stuff? I’ve only got my handbag with me.”
Bloody hell, by the weight of it, he thought she’d had all her worldly possessions in it, and then some. “It’ll be looked after.” He sensed she was prevaricating. “Now it’s make-up-your-mind time. Are you in, and then we’ll be in? Or is it miss-out-and-run-time?”
CHAPTER TWO
Should he give her a little mind nudge? No, for her he’d play fair. Let her make up her own mind. Although if she went for the miss and run, he swore she wouldn’t get far.
He watched her nod.
“Okay, as long as I have a safe word.”
Derrom rolled his eyes. What was it with these humans and safe words? Bloody hell and fang fire, “stop” in the right tone would do.
“Choose,” Ehrst said.
“Traitor.” Her voice was firm and clear.
What? Who the fuck was a traitor? Ah. Her safe word was “traitor.” Derrom dipped his head in acknowledgement. “Up the stairs. First.”
She had started to move, but then stopped dead. “First?”
“First,” Derrom confirmed.
“Why, if I’m the, er…”
“Filling?” Ehrst interjected smoothly. “So we can both see who and what we will be stuffing.”
Derrom choked a laugh. This evening was proving to be way more exciting that he had ever contemplated. Barbie—no, he’d better make that Tavvy—was glaring at Ehrst in a way that didn’t bode well for his lover’s cock, which was still in the vicinity of her teeth.
“Just do it, Barbie,” Derrom said, adding steel into his tone. “Tonight, you listen and obey me. At all times.”
She glared a deep cut-your-balls-off-and-make-you-sing-falsetto stare. He moved his hands protectively. The damned woman noticed and nodded approvingly.
“Good idea, Mr. Derring-do.”
“Derrom.”
She waved her hand dismissively. “Whichever.”
The woman was either totally cuckoo or fearless, he wasn’t sure which
“Look,” Ehrst said in a placating tone. “For fuck’s sake—no, just normal total blasphemy’s sake—get a move on one way or the other. Accept it. Tonight he’s the Dom. You’ll get your turn, just as I will.” He rolled his shoulders and gazed downward. Her eyes followed his glance, and her nipples stood out hard and proud. Derrom made sure to keep the grin off his face. She was turned on, then; that was good.
“I’m getting rigor mortis in my cock, it’s so fucking hard, and it’ll probably break if it doesn’t see some action soon,” Ehrst said. “It’s all right for vamp there; he’s had a workout. I’m still waiting. Climb those stairs so we both can feast and fantasize, or feel my hand on your smart ass.”
She gasped. “You wouldn’t. I’m not into pain.”
“You will be if you don’t move it.” Derrom was beginning to enjoy himself. Was she being provocative on purpose? Did she realize just what a turn-on she was? He thought not. Shit, he’d enjoy paddling her. Not a lot, just enough to hear sweet moans and gasps like the one she’d just given. However, he noticed she took a deep breath and moved past him and Ehrst, climbing the stairs slowly and very upright.
He glanced at Ehrst and saw the same thoughts mirrored on his face. So that was why she was so reluctant to admit to her desires. She wasn’t into pain. Had no one explained there was pain and there was pain?
He looked back toward Tavvy, who was now midway up the flight of stairs and felt his jaw drop. Well, surpri
se, surprise. Little Miss Butter-Wouldn’t-Melt-in-Her-Mouth was panty-less! And, from the angle he was viewing, she was as bare as the day she was born.
It looked like it was going to be a fun-filled night.
“I so hate eating hairs,” he murmured and saw Ehrst’s agreement flicker over his face. He waited, unmoving, as Tavvy took each step carefully, as if by doing so she could negate their view. Not a chance! Neither of them did anything until she reached the top and turned. An imp of mischief had Derrom making her skirts sway. Not for the first time did he bless the fact he had inherited some of his mother’s witching skills, as well as his vamp side from his father.
Yup, definitely smoothly, cock-clenching bare, even to an avid cock-taking vampire like himself. Or human it seemed as he watched Ehrst smile, a totally full-on sexual predator’s smile. Not for the first time was he glad that, as well as each other, they also enjoyed a complete, hard-on-inducing, cum-releasing ménage.
“Enjoying the view?” She was pink, right down to her rosy lips—both sets.
Derrom let his own lips widen, showing his appreciation. In accord, he and Ehrst moved one tread upward closer to her, and then stopped. Ehrst, three stairs higher, took her hands and moved them behind her back before drawing one taut and barely seen nipple into his mouth, the shimmery, silky covering of her blouse no barrier.
“Mm. No bra.” He heard Ehrst mutter. “Nice.”
Understatement surely. His own mouth drew in those clit-hiding folds that were at the right level for suckling. No self-respecting vamp would miss an opportunity like that, especially after arranging for that saucy skirt to float around so artlessly. He sucked.
She screamed, long, hard, and fucking sexy. Shit, he had to get them horizontal—now. No more playing here we go round the mulberry bush anymore; it was time for action, and lots of it.
“Bedroom,” he managed to get out as he followed Ehrst, who had picked up an astonished Tavvy in his arms. “Not the playroom.”
***
What on earth was she doing? Letting two complete strangers play with her like she was a Barbie doll? Well, she amended silently—one complete and one almost a stranger—as she was carried effortless through a door into the most decadent bedroom she had ever seen.
The mattress bounced as she was put onto the widest bed imaginable. If this is the bedroom, I dread to think what the playroom is.
“Deep, dark, and full of our desires.”
“Shit, do not do that. My mind, my thoughts.”
The fang face just grinned and showed his canines even more. Argh. Where is a file when you want one?
“My name, Barbie, is Derrom. Learn it, use it, or get punished. Believe me, I’d like nothing more than to show you who is boss here tonight. You’ve been warned.”
Tavvy gulped. Why had she thought to try and be a little bit outré for the first time ever and not wear undies?
She’d been on her way to the club, for the third night running, after two unproductive, boring, and horrible steak-filled nights and suddenly felt defiant. Okay, she was working, and as a public servant, had a degree of professionalism to adhere to, but hell, what she did, or didn’t, wear under those prim and proper skirts and blouses was her own affair.
Never was there a more apt description.
Derrom grabbed her ankles and pulled her so she was flat on her back, skirt ruched up around her waist, and with her legs apart. “Ouch.”
“Now that’s a sight worth waiting for,” he said. “What d’you say, Ehrst?”
“Dibs on the clit,” Ehrst said, in a voice full of glee.
What? What the fuck is he saying? Tavvy thought it was time to get involved. “Er, excuse me? Earth to morons. I. Am. Here. Me, the person you are dissecting, and I am so not happy with it.”
Both men just stared. She glared. Sod this. There was impulsive, and there was stupid. She thought she’d just passed from the first to the second, and it was more than time to backtrack.
Remembering some of the self-defense lessons she’d been given when she took her job, she kicked and flicked her legs, taking Derrom by surprise.
Hallelujah, the move worked. His grip on her loosened, and she scrambled up the bed and sat on her knees, pulling her skirt down over her bare pussy and butt.
The look on each of their faces was priceless; if she could bottle it, she’d make a fortune. How often were they bested like that? Not very often she would guess.
“You not want to play, Barbie?” Derrom asked menacingly.
Oh, dear, Tavvy thought. Definitely hurt pride male. Nasty.
She watched as the men started to crowd her, one on each side. Oh, hell, how stereotypical. “Me?” She raised an eyebrow and tensed her arms. She waited until they were level with her, and pushed, straight up and off the end of the bed.
They turned; she walked to the door, opened it, and looked over her shoulder. “No thanks.”
There was silence.
Tavvy walked to the top of the stairs. Blast, where was her handbag?
“Looking for this?”
She turned around. Ehrst was standing in the doorway, jeans riding low, a wicked grin on his face and her bag dangling from one finger.
“Yes, thank you.” Tavvy held her hand out, expecting an undignified tussle. Behind Ehrst, she could see Derrom standing, hands in pockets, straining the denim of his jeans and emphasizing his cock. Damn, they were both every woman’s orgasm-inducing dream, so why was she ducking out?
Ehrst passed her the bag, and she took it with a quiet “thank you,” making sure there was no contact with those enticing hands.
“Why did you change your mind?” He hunkered down on the top step, his eyes in line with her breasts.
“You eyeballing the view again?” She watched his gaze move farther down.
“I wasn’t, but now I am.” His hands slid up her legs. “And copping a feel.”
“Don’t do that!” She tried to slap his hand away. Somewhat half-heartedly, she admitted, but hey, a girl had to stick to her gu— Aahh, well, no actually, she didn’t. Her legs didn’t know whether to open to give him better access or close so his hand didn’t change direction. She compromised and did neither, just waited and wondered what would happen next.
A pair of fangs bore down at her. “Can I graze?” Derrom asked and laughed, presumably at her “you what?” expression. “Just a little one, Barbie? A non-vamp making one. I can, you know, if I want to.” She saw his head move to her neck.
“Don’t move,” Ehrst warned. “Or his fangs might slip.”
She didn’t know about Derrom’s fangs, but Ehrst’s fingers definitely did. They continued ever upward until they moved inside.
They scissored, and the sweet pressure pulsed a flood of molten lave through her. She gasped as a gush of arousal sent her juices onto her thighs.
Derrom’s fangs grazed her skin, and left a path of tingling awareness that pitched her arousal so high she couldn’t stop the scream erupting from the depths of her soul, Never, ever, had she experienced such intense pleasure.
***
She was so damn receptive, Ehrst knew could come himself just by watching her. Hold on, boy. No coming before I’m well and truly inside her. It didn’t really matter whether it was him or Derrom, as long as she had one to fuck her and one to suck her; he’d go either way, he just needed to go. Preferably over the edge, hard and fast.
“My turn. You inside or outside?” he asked Derrom. “Take your pick, but be quick about it. I need fucking one way or another.” He ignored the outraged gasp from the woman now sandwiched between them.
“You go in; I’m happy here. She’ll suck me till I come, won’t you, Barbie?”
There was a sound of disgust, and Ehrst laughed. Why didn’t that sound of indignation ring true?
“Turn over.” Ehrst’s hand tightened on her, and one finger covered her clit before slipping inside her. She was wet, Oh, so wet. His cock tightened painfully. It had to be now. His zipper was down, and his co
ck out, almost before he had turned her to face the stairs. Derrom anticipated the move and got under her, and put his cock level with her mouth. He watched his mate undo his jeans as he flicked that sassy prim but not proper skirt higher, revealing her to both their views.
Ehrst’s cock reacted and twitched its appreciation. He could feel her tighten on him. Now it would tighten on his cock. This time he would be straight and true. Next time? Well, who knew. He moved his fingers, grabbed a condom from his pocket, and sheathed himself. Then moved his cock and began to push.
“Fuck off. Not fuck me; fuck off.” Boy, she sounded pissed. Too little, too late.
He felt Derrom’s gaze on him, hard, hot, and angry. So what? He was sick of playing the nice guy. For too long he’d had a suspicion he’d been used as bait by his masters. Appointments had been set up, and when he’d arrived, he’d been told he was too late or the person he was due to meet had cancelled and couldn’t reschedule the meeting. It happened so often, he had begun to think someone was deliberately making him busy to keep him where they wanted him and not where he wanted to be. Ehrst was too good at his job not to know when things weren’t right, and a constant itch between his shoulder blades seemed to confirm his suspicions. That tingle of awareness had saved his life more than once. But he was tired of the constant danger. All he wanted to do was chase, not be chased.
He pushed and felt her open almost reluctantly before surrounding him with her warmth.
“I’m gonna fuck you, over and over and over and…” He was panting, his cock hard, his body hot, his arousal overwhelming. He was ready to come, his face contorted as a flow of molten lava filled him. He felt her tighten around him, heard her harsh breathing, listened to her mewls as she took Derrom in her mouth. Each push was met by a clench of her muscles keeping him safe, or so he thought.
“Ehrst, you bastard, cool it. You’re hurting her.”
He couldn’t believe that, but he couldn’t stop either. “Am I?” he asked, each word a thrust. “Tell me I am, Tavvy, and I’ll stop.”
“No, no, don’t. Don’t stop.” Well, that was clear. He could feel her tremble under him, saw the tension etched on Derrom’s face, his fangs bared and his eyes gleaming. Had Malachi given his siren call, and it was working on her? Were they going to have someone to share forever? He knew they’d talked about having a third, a loving woman who would be there for one or the other when necessity split them. However, he knew neither of them had truly believed it would happen. Now maybe it would, but did he want someone who had to hear that bloody merman before she loved them as they were, for what they were? Ehrst wasn’t sure, although he wasn’t going let it worry him enough not to come.
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