by Lily Harlem
“If you keep doing that I might.”
The heel of his hand was just stroking over my clit as his fingers teased the entrance of my pussy.
“How about if I do this?”
“Ah…oh, yes, I think…so.” He’d entered me with two, maybe three fingers and found my G-spot; he was always so damn good at locating it. Now the wide pad of his palm was applying pressure to my clit and he was rotating it, just a little.
“So warm and soft,” he said, staring into my eyes. “Damn you’re so fucking gorgeous, Bea.”
I panted out a few breaths. The tension in my guts was growing and I flopped my legs wider and tilted my pelvis upward.
He twitched the corner of his mouth. “My beautiful, giving wife,” he said, kissing my cheek. “Come for me, let me see your pleasure.”
I stared at his ear, at the way his white-blond hair was shorn neat around it. My thoughts fuzzed, all I could concentrate on was the way he was building me up, taking me to the point of no return.
“Ryle…” I whispered.
“Come,” he said, his lips hovering over mine and brushing against them as he spoke.
My heart picked up speed, my stomach clenched and I concentrated on the luscious way he was gently exciting me to climax. Not wild or wanton just quiet and skilled.
“I love you touching me,” I gasped.
“I love touching you. Fuck, you’re squeezing my fingers so tight.”
“I’m…I’m…” I came and my pussy toppled into a series of satisfying spasms as I pushed myself harder onto his hand—small, subtle movements that barely disturbed the water.
“That’s it, perfect,” he said, pulling back to look at my face. “Damn I can see your neck veins throbbing.” He spoke low but fast and excited.
“Bite me.” I stretched my neck to the side. His bite, his saliva would rock my world and send me spinning into an even harder climax.
He leaned toward me and his fangs slid down. A flash of delight seared over his eyes.
I gasped for air and pumped my hips, uncaring that I sloshed water onto his sleeve.
“No,” he said, pulling back and sliding his fangs away. “No, baby, you’re too weak.”
“Ryle, I’m fine…” I moaned.
He smiled. “You’ll have to take what you’re given until your strength returns.”
“Damn it.” I slumped, knowing that my orgasm would fade rapidly. At one time that feeling had been enough, but now I knew the levels of ecstasy my husbands could take me to and I didn’t mind admitting I was always greedy for it. Mortal orgasms just didn’t cut it when Aimery and Ryle were around. I wanted the gold star variety, the Olympic medal of climaxes.
“You’d best pour me some more tea,” I said, as Ryle slipped his fingers from my pussy, wound them up my stomach and to my chest. “Because I’m going to have to get my ‘thank you’ soon for saving your butts from that silver.”
He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” He drew his fingers up over the well of my throat to my neck and stroked over my carotid. “I’ll get it now.”
He stood and walked a little stiffly to the tray, poured me another full mug of tea and then turned. He had quite a bulge going on behind his fly. I could make out the long, wide shape of his shaft and the domed head hanging to the right.
“Here.” He handed the cup to me. “I put some soup on to warm, perhaps you’d like that now.”
“Mmm, maybe later.”
Aimery appeared at the door. “All done,” he said. “Delivery in the morning of fresh produce and then twenty-four hours later a complete new wardrobe will arrive.”
“Oh, shame, we might have to put up with you wandering around naked between now and then,” Ryle said, grinning wickedly at me.
“Could be arranged,” I said.
Aimery walked up to me and set a kiss on my head. “Mmm, smelling much better,” he said.
“Wanna join me, in the bath?” I looked up at him.
“Do you want me to? I thought you’d want to just go to bed, sleep.”
“I slept in the car, no, I want to be with you. Both of you.”
“Are you sure?” Ryle asked.
“Yes, and look, I’ve drunk this tea.” I handed him the empty mug.
“Well I’m not going to turn down being with my naked wife,” Aimery said. “Not when it’s been so long since I’ve held you.” He peeled off his sweater revealing his long, lean chest and small dark nipples, then set about removing his black pants and leather shoes.
Once naked he stepped into the water by my feet. His cock was hard and jutted from a riot of pubic hair.
I couldn’t help but lick my lips. The sooner I re-familiarized myself with his shape and taste the better.
He caught me staring and lifted one eyebrow. “Glad to see you’ve still got a craving for vampire cock, Beatrice.”
“You better believe it.” I grinned.
“Does that mean I can get in too?” Ryle asked.
“Of course.” I smiled up at him, relieved to see that the tension had gone from his shoulders and brow. I hoped that I’d reassured him that my time with Caleb had been nothing on what we had.
Yet a small part of me would always hold both Caleb and Isaac close to my heart. They’d helped me and been there for me when I was alone in the world. I’d been desperately sad and also in dire danger. It had been my two wolf-men who’d come to my rescue and tenderly, carefully looked after me.
Yes, Caleb and Isaac were special but my memories of them were something I’d cherish in silence. It wouldn’t do to upset my husbands, especially if it meant they might return to the pack in a jealous fit. Ryle, in particular, I sensed, could tip over the edge if pushed. So I’d hold him, hold him tight and smother him in my love and adoration again. I’d make up for lost time, with both of them, and live happily, knowing that Elfrida was burned and beheaded and that Caleb and Isaac were together and in love without my interference once more. Maybe things had even moved on for them and Aatu was rebuilding his relationship with Isaac—I could only hope because I’d never know. I’d always have to just hope.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Shift your sexy bum,” Ryle said, squeezing into the bath behind me.
As he sat the water rose perilously near the rounded lip at the top and I gasped and looked over the edge.
“Don’t worry, it’s a hard floor, it will cope with a bit of water,” Aimery said, guessing my concern.
I smiled as he took my left foot in his hand and massaged the sole with his thumb, just the way I liked.
“You’re much warmer,” he said.
“Yes, I feel…” I rested my back against Ryle’s chest as he wound his legs around the outside of mine. “Perfect.”
“Mmm, I agree, perfect,” Ryle said, pressing a kiss to my temple and winding his arms around my waist. He brushed the underside of my breasts with his thumbs, just teasing the edges of my nipples.
“It’s good that this is a big bath,” I said then sighed. “Mmm, Aimery, that feels so nice.”
“Your feet are really soft, Beatrice.” He lifted my foot from the water and studied my toes.
“I’ve worn only socks for months, no shoes except heels and they were useless in snow.”
“What about those boots?” He nodded across the room at them.
“Caleb only made those yesterday, for me to walk to the Ridge.”
“We’ll buy you new ones.” He switched to the other foot, this time rubbing his cool fingers up to my knee and then to my ankle again.
The sensation of cool flesh was something I’d missed and as he wound higher, a tingle of longing tickled through my pussy.
He glided his fingers to my heel and rubbed gently.
I relaxed farther into Ryle and watched the water caressing Aimery’s chest, a few white bubbles sat in his body hair and the waterline hovered just beneath his nipples.
“How long will we stay here?” I asked.
“A while,” Aimery said. “You need to bu
ild up strength again.”
“And we need to remind you how much we love you,” Ryle said, nuzzling my neck and pressing what felt like a damn fine erection into the small of my back.
“I can feel how much you love me,” I said, twisting so he could explore my pulse point with his lips.
Aimery slid his hands up both of my legs, to my thighs, and dropped his attention to my nipples that were just peeking from the suds.
He had such a look of longing on his face, of need, that I was compelled to go to him. I sat forward, maneuvered onto my knees and cupped his cheeks.
He gazed into my eyes as I kissed him, softly, sweetly, and then when I ran my hands down his chest to his stomach his heavy lids drooped half shut.
He looked so damn sexy all turned on and willing himself to be patient.
“Beatrice,” he breathed as I stroked my knuckles over his cockhead. “I’ve missed your touch.”
“My touch has returned,” I said against his mouth as I wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft.
“Mmm…” His head lolled at little, as though surrendering to the bliss of my caress.
With long, smooth strokes I pushed to the root of his cock and then pulled up to the glans. I tipped forward, so my arse was just out of the water and kissed his neck, his ear and over his temple.
He ran one hand into my hair, though the other gripped the side of the bath, and was perfectly still. He was concentrating solely on my movements beneath the water and my delicate kisses.
The water was disturbed as Ryle moved closer to me and stroked his palms over my back and the globes of my buttocks.
I shivered at his sweet touch and then moaned against the curve of Aimery’s throat as Ryle kissed through the cleft of my arse.
His mouth moved lower, deeper and he separated my cheeks. The air breezed over my anus and pussy lips, cool but erotic on wet flesh.
Ryle continued to kiss me, his lips and tongue exploring me lower until his mouth rested over my tightly puckered back hole.
I moaned and arched my spine, stilled my hands for a moment and submitted to the sensation of Ryle working my arse with his tongue. He drew circles around my intimate flesh then kissed and nuzzled before treating my pussy to the same delicious attention.
Longing blasted through me. Longing for Ryle to do more, for Aimery to come, to have them both in me at once.
“I’ve missed this so much,” I murmured against Aimery’s cheek. “Missed us being together like this.”
“So have we.” Aimery tightened his hold on my hair and shifted his hips.
Quickly I set up my deft movements again on his cock, gripping the solid shaft and twisting my hand slightly when I reached the tip, the way I knew he adored.
He groaned and I matched it as Ryle pressed a finger over my anus and exerted a steady pressure.
I couldn’t help but clench my arse cheeks and tighten my sphincter—it had been so long.
“Let me in, baby,” Ryle said. “I want to love you everywhere.”
Damn and I wanted him to. I’d missed anal play and Ryle did it the best.
I forced myself to relax my tight ring of muscle by breathing out and bearing down a little.
Ryle took full advantage and pushed a finger into my arse so deeply I could feel his knuckles pressing against my buttocks.
“Ah, yeah, that’s it. You look so pretty from here,” Ryle said, “Your pussy all plump and swollen and your arse taking my finger. Fucking beautiful.”
I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out. He was wriggling his finger, swooping it over hidden nerve endings that were firing out a whole host of erotic sensations.
“More,” I managed. “Give me more, Ryle.”
“Beatrice, are you sure you’re up for this?” Aimery asked, releasing his grip on the side of the bath and clamping his fingers around my upper arm.
“Yes, oh, yes…” I stared into his eyes. “Yes, fuck me, both of you.”
The right side of his mouth twitched. “Do you mean make love to you, Beatrice?”
“Yes, make love to me…oh…”
Ryle had added another finger and the denseness in my rear passage increased. I rocked my hips toward him, away and then back on to him.
“Please…” I gasped.
Aimery was rock-hard in my hand and I knew had it not been for the water I’d have found pre-cum in his slit when I slipped my finger through it.
“Since you asked so nicely we will oblige,” he said, releasing my hair and smoothing his hand down my throat, my chest and to my nest of pubic hair. “Keep working me and we’ll work you,” he whispered against my mouth.
He kissed me, poking his tongue between my teeth as his fingers sought my clit.
I shivered and shook and my stomach rolled. A glut of lust besieged me as I spread my thighs. Feeling them both centering their efforts on my orgasm had me feverish with desire. It couldn’t come soon enough.
“Breathe, baby,” Ryle said, “remember to breathe.”
“Yes, yes,” I said into Aimery’s mouth.
Ryle upped his invasion by separating his fingers into a ‘v’ shape as he pulled in and out, teasing out the taut muscles of my arsehole and fucking me there with slow, gentle movements. He kissed me too, over my buttocks to my back, sending even more breezes of bliss to my core.
Aimery was in good time with Ryle, not frantically fretting my clit, just easing it toward a pressure that was building deep in my womb.
I shut my eyes and became lost in a dark world of touch and heat. Cool fingers, hot water and a burning need that was swirling over my flesh.
Ryle pulled out and gripped my hips.
I whimpered at the loss. I didn’t want him to stop.
“Shh, come here,” he said, easing me backward. “Sit on me.”
I moved as he was urging and found myself welcomed on to his lap with his torso pressed against my back.
“Lift,” he said, his lips touching my shoulder. “Lift up and sit on me properly.”
“What, on your cock?” I asked. “Just sit on your cock?”
“Yes, baby, sit down on me.” There was tension in his voice though his handling of me was gentle.
I looked at Aimery. He was watching me with his lips slightly parted. His right hand was beneath the water and I suspected he’d gripped his cock. “Yes, Beatrice. Sit on Ryle and let him fill you up. Experience the stretch of his cock in your arse while I watch.”
“Yes,” I said, gripping the sides of the bath and hovering over Ryle’s lap. “Yes…” I lowered until the smooth domed head of his cock was at my puckered entrance. I couldn’t help but buck a little at the thought of the coming intrusion, it had been a long time since I’d taken him in my darkest hole and he was generously endowed.
“You’re ready, baby. I’ve made sure of that,” Ryle said. “The soapy water will ease the way. Just take it at your own pace.”
I dropped down and allowed his cool cock to exert pressure in the very center of my sphincter.
“Yes…” he said, “that’s it.”
I lowered, my arms tense and my breath held. His cock slowly parted my tight ring of muscle creating a blissful burn and sublime stretch.
“Ah, yes,” I gasped, a flutter of excitement spreading through my stomach and my face heating as my pulse rate picked up. “God I’ve missed that.”
“He didn’t…did…?” Ryle asked.
I knew what question he wanted to ask but couldn’t. “No, no, only you Ryle, only ever you…there.”
“Thank Benedict for that…” his words trailed in to a groan as I took him another inch and the collar of his glans popped inside me.
My breaths deepened and I took more of his length. Now that he was in I was keen to have his entire shaft in my back passage. The heavy density of being fucked this way was something I’d become very partial to.
“Ah, yeah, you’re doing it, your grasping hole is drawing me in,” Ryle said, cupping my breasts.
“I�
�m…nearly there,” I managed, looking at Aimery.
His eyebrows were pulled low and his shoulder twitching as he masturbated.
“Yes, yes, take me all the way into your sweet body,” Ryle said, plucking at my nipples.
Finally the cold root of his cock nestled against my buttocks. My tormented hole was spread wide and taut and my back passage stuffed full. Heat, an inferno of heat blasted through me, despite my cool lover pressed against my back. The desire for more, for movement was altering my thoughts. Nerves were being stimulated, fired up, and I gripped Ryle’s forearms, digging my nails in as I arched back against him.
“How are you doing down there?” Aimery asked, suddenly moving forward. His actions splashed water over my breasts and sent a small shower over the side of the bath.
“Full,” I said.
“Room for me though?” he asked.
“Yes.” I was hungry for more and when Aimery slipped his fingers over my pussy, circling my clit and exploring my entrance, I gave myself over to sensation. I was powerless to do anything other than be adored by my vampires. It was all I ever wanted but something I’d thought I’d never have again.
There was a tingling ache in my clit and I groaned when Aimery rubbed it in a slow, rolling motion.
“You’re so giving,” he said. “Always so giving and we love you so much.”
“I love you, both of you, with all of my heart, with everything that I am.”
“We’ll never be parted again, not in your mortal life,” Ryle said.
Aimery slipped a finger into my pussy. My breathing juddered as I stared into his eyes. He was so handsome, so full of love and his desire to care for me and please me made my heart skip. Whatever he’d been centuries ago, this was who he was now, my kind, adorable Aimery.
Ryle nuzzled my neck, spreading gentle kisses on to my nape. “We’re going to keep nice and still while Aimery joins us…” He moaned. “Fuck, I can feel you down there, Aimery.”
“And I can feel you,” Aimery said. “No avoiding you. We’re going to get pretty cozied up.”
Darts of sizzling pleasure shot to my womb as Aimery stroked over my G-spot. “Please,” I gasped. “Please Aimery, I want you in me, so we can all be as one again, the way it should be.”
