The contrasting sensations were the best part. Kieran’s gentle hands on her body, coaxing as he rocked up into her. Zack’s firm grip on her hair as he pulled her head back and bit her again, demanding her surrender. They’d found some sort of rocking rhythm, Zack pushing into her ass with firm thrusts that forced her down into Kieran’s grinding advances. It was slow and intense, and Eve knew that when she came, it would be hard and long and so good she might not be able to take it.
And she loved every second of it.
Zack reached past her to grab Kieran’s hair, dragging his head back to bare the strong line of his throat. “Bite him, Eve,” he whispered hoarsely. “Make him come.”
She whimpered and licked the pounding pulse in Kieran’s throat. “Mine. Mine.” Her teeth closed on his skin and satisfaction rose up, pushing her over the edge.
He bucked up, thrusting hard and gritting his teeth as he came, his cock pulsing inside her. She released Kieran long enough to scream as climax tore through her, then set her teeth in his shoulder again.
Zack slammed into her as he came, a tortured groan spilling out of him. His nails bit into her hip, and the other hand pulled Kieran’s hair hard enough to jerk his head to one side. Zack’s hips pressed her down, ground her clit against Kieran until she came again, wild enough that her toes curled and the quilt under her hands gave way with a sharp rip. Her body tightened, clenching around the cocks that filled her until both men groaned in unison.
Zack rolled away, bringing both Eve and Kieran onto their sides, and they collapsed in a heap on the bed, panting and still shuddering. Eve curled her arms around Kieran’s body and pulled him closer as she relaxed back against Zack’s solid form. She had no idea how long they lay in a tangle of arms and legs, the room filled with the sound of pounding hearts and shallow breaths. Minutes, hours… It didn’t matter. She closed her eyes and floated on the joy, surrounded by warm skin and the feeling of being safe and cared for.
The man at her back moved, leaving Eve and Kieran curled around each other on the bed. When she looked up long minutes later, Zack had already dressed. “I need to go,” he said quietly, buckling his belt.
Sympathy rose in her. “You don’t have to. You could rest…”
He shook his head as Kieran rose on one elbow. “I really do have to go. Early day at work tomorrow. Lots of paperwork.”
Kieran hummed quietly and stroked Eve’s hair. “Thank you, Zack.”
“Thank you,” she echoed in a whisper. “I hope things get better for you, Zack.”
He hesitated and then smiled as he smoothed his shirt down. “They already have, Eve.” He ran his hands over his hair and sighed. “I’d say I’d see you two around, but I think I probably won’t.”
“If you need to find us…” She laughed. “Well, you’re a detective. And Kieran’s sort of famous. If you ever need anything, just call.”
“The owner knows how to reach me, too,” he said softly. “You know, if you need anything.”
Kieran raised a hand. “Good luck, Romeo, with your star-crossed Juliet.”
Zack snorted even through his smile. “You remember they both died, don’t you, smart guy?”
He laughed. “So do it differently. Do it smarter.”
“Not a tragedy. Got it.” Zack waved even as he walked toward the door. “Take care.”
When he was gone Eve curled back around Kieran’s body and sighed. “What is she? Human?”
“Indeed.” He stroked her shoulder. “Makes you feel lucky, doesn’t it?”
“I always feel lucky, Kieran. Tonight more than ever.” She lifted her hand and brushed his hair away from his forehead before moving to cup his cheek. “I don’t need this all the time. I’d just be happy if you told me no once in a while. I can’t help the bossiness. When I get riled up the wolf comes to the surface, and she’s like that. But you can tell me no. I want you to tell me no sometimes.”
“I’ll try, love.” The corner of his mouth quirked up in a soft smile. “It’s damn hard to do, though. And not because of the alpha thing. I want you to have everything you want.”
She traced her thumb over his lip, smiling when he pressed a soft kiss to it. “Then how about we buy or steal some of these magical handcuffs, and you can tie me down and tell me no on special occasions?”
“That’s the best damn idea I’ve heard all week.” He kissed her softly, lingering over the curve of her full lower lip. “I love you, Eve.”
“I love you, too.” She indulged herself in one long, tender kiss, then rolled over onto her back and sighed her contentment. “And now I have a request I’d rather you didn’t say no to, since I’m not sure my legs will hold me. Could you go fill up that obscenely huge Jacuzzi tub in the corner so we can cuddle in there?”
“Your wish is my command, love.”
Wondering what other drinks are on the menu? Check out this excerpt from
Last Call #4: Virgin Daiquiri
(Or skip straight to Last Call #4.5: Tequila Sunset, which tells Zack's story.)
Caitlin Carlson swore when an overly enthusiastic dancer stepped off the floor and into her. Her vodka tonic splashed across the front of her blouse, plastering the thin fabric to her chest. “Terrific,” she mumbled. Oh, well. A see-through shirt might draw some attention when she ordered her next drink.
The plain font on the menu in her hand stared mockingly up at her. She could order from the special house menu, let everyone know what she wanted, but it didn’t guarantee anyone would be interested in taking her upstairs.
At least I’d get a free drink out of it, she thought grimly and climbed the steps leading to the central bar. She’d teased Ben once, telling him that a complimentary drink was a poor consolation prize if you’d come to the bar looking for a night of hot sex, but he’d just laughed. Probably because it almost never happens… please don’t happen now.
She waved to Bernie, the bartender, whose friendly smile melted into alarm as he caught sight of the menu in her hands. When she stepped up to the bar, he gave her a stern look. “You’d better be up here to chat, girl, because I know you didn’t wait until Ben was out of town to come into his bar and serve yourself up on a platter.”
Caitlin rolled her eyes and laid the menu on the bar. “Ben gets weird about it, but what’s the worst that could happen? We both know this place is warded to hell and back. It’s not like anyone’s going to hurt me.” She stopped talking when she realized she sounded like she was trying to convince herself. “Virgin daiquiri, please.”
“Caitlin, come on.” Bernie braced two large hands on the counter and leaned down until he was face to face with her. “Honey, this is not the place you go to lose your virginity unless you’re the kind of magical that could kill your partner. And you’re not.”
She leaned in, too. “I’m the prophesied daughter of the goddamned Dumitrescu family, Bernie. Whoever has sex with me first is going to piss off a whole line of dark witches. You think that couldn’t kill someone?”
“Ben’s going to be back in a week. Maybe less. And I thought you had another year before the big mystical planetary alignment or whatever.”
That had always been the theory, but a dream that hadn’t quite been a dream had told her differently. Even now her family was gathered somewhere, arguing over whether or not they should play it safe and wait out the year, or follow a more dangerous path that would leave her dead inside a month. Time was running out, and so were opportunities. She’d snuck past her family’s vigilant guardianship tonight with luck and her ability to see the future, but after tonight…
She met Bernie’s eyes. “You really want to argue with a psychic about how much time she’s got left?”
He hesitated just long enough for her to know she’d won. His gaze slid past her to the floor, and she imagined he was sizing up the men, wondering if any of them could be trusted with her. “Ben’s going to kill me,” he muttered as he reached up without looking and pulled down a clean glass. “He’s going to kick my ass
up one side and down the other.”
“If he tries,” she said smoothly, “you send him to me, and I’ll remind him it could be worse. I could still qualify for black magic sacrifices.”
She pulled out a credit card and glanced around as he mixed the slushy drink. People were staring already; they always did when someone ordered from Bernie. She supposed they liked to speculate about what people wanted. What they needed.
If they might be able to give it to them.
Caitlin shivered and tugged at the hem of her skirt. It was too short, even for someone of her scant height, but she hadn’t wanted to look like a stereotypical virgin, even if she was one.
Damn Ben, anyway. If he hadn’t gone and found the love of his life, Caitlin could have eventually worked up the nerve to ask him to do the honors. But he had, and she couldn’t fault him for that. Only now she was stuck finding some stranger to… deflower her? Make her a woman?
She giggled and snorted, then took a deep breath. Three vodka tonics had perhaps been too many, but she’d needed them. She’d sip her daiquiri and wait until someone appropriate came along. She’d be choosy but not picky, and clear about the rules.
It would be fine.
The Last Call Series
http://www.moirarogers.com/last-call
KAMIKAZE
Werewolf in heat, looking for a temporary mate.
HURRICANE
Contents under magical pressure. Experience required.
TEQUILA SUNRISE
Werewolf looking for a dominant.
VIRGIN DAIQUIRI
Supernatural looking for a first lover.
TEQUILA SUNSET
Werewolf looking for a submissive.
FROSTBITE
Looking for a partner immune to supernatural seduction.
FIRECRACKER
Too hot to handle--looking for a fireproof lover.
About the Author
How do you make a Moira Rogers? Take a former forensic science and nursing student obsessed with paranormal romance and add a computer programmer with a passion for gritty urban fantasy. Toss in a dash of whimsy and a lot of caffeine, and enjoy with a side of chocolate by the light of the full moon.
By day, Bree and Donna are mild-mannered ladies who reside in the Deep South. At night, when their husbands and children are asleep, they combine forces to unleash the product of their fevered imaginations upon the page. To learn more about this romance writing, crime fighting duo, visit their webpage at www.moirarogers.com. (Disclaimer: crime fighting abilities may appear only in the aforementioned fevered imaginations.)
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