“I would take your shared loved, rather than none at all.” Jeremy stood pressing his body to hers, his hands sliding over the curves of her waist, feeling the rise and fall of her ribs as she breathed deeply. He bent to drop a kiss on her cheek, making his way to her collarbone in a trail of feather-light kisses as she sighed, her hand rising to hold his head to her. “I’ll never let you go.”
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
They worked together to free her from the silk dress, to divest her of her chemise and petticoat until she stood naked between them. The heat from their bodies warmed her on this summer’s eve as they stripped of coats, waistcoats and trousers. She clung to them, turning this way and that between their kisses, accepting and encouraging them both as their hands traversed her body.
When she ran a bare hand down his chest, over his stomach and thighs, Jeremy thought he might explode. The years he had waited since first sighting her, and waiting for her, seemed like nothing compared to how he felt now. Dipping his head, he kissed her breasts; high, firm globes with pink buds that called to be sucked. He teased them with his tongue, licking, taking one gently into his mouth, as she reached for his cock, stroking his hardness.
He knew that she held his brother in her other hand, but again, he felt no jealousy, only concern that they were pleasing her.
Spinning her in his arms, Jeremy pressed against the curve of her back as James’ hands ran the length of her front, pausing at her breasts, then pressing his mouth to hers, sweeping her in the passion of his kiss.
Jeremy content himself with exploring the topography of her back, the rippling muscles working there as she raised her arms to wrap around James’ neck, the soft swell of her breasts peeking below her arms. His hands curved over her bottom, sliding between her legs, searching for her most secret parts. Running his palm over her mound, he felt her quiver then heard the enraptured gasp as he slid his fingers through her folds, finding them deliciously wet before plunging a finger instead.
Working in tandem with Jeremy, James lifted Amelia’s leg and hooked it around his, leaving Jeremy unfettered access to her hidden depths. He continued to stroke her womanly channel, adding another finger to thrust and twist inside, finding the rough ridge of her internal pleasure spot and massaging it.
James had the audacity to wink at him as Amelia writhed between them. Pausing, his fingers sunk deep, Jeremy ran his thumb over the knot of nerves above her velvet entrance, relishing the sweet noise of her ragged gasps.
“I need you inside me,” she gasped into the air.
Jeremy smiled as he kissed her neck, whispering, “I am inside you.”
“Your cock,” Amelia moaned. “Fuck me, Jeremy.”
Falling back on the sofa, he was grateful for James’ hold on her as he nearly unbalanced them all. James spun her around so she stood in front of him. Admiring her beauty, the soft curves of her naked form, Jeremy reached for her. She came to him eagerly.
His brother helped her straddle him so that each of her legs surrounded his, his cock poised at her entrance. With both his and James hands on her hips, they brought her down on his cock. He held his breath as the fat head of his dick squeezed into her sheath, stretching her as he pushed inside with shallow thrusts. Only when he was fully seated, his cock buried within her tight confines, did he let out the breath he had been holding.
She clung to his shoulders as Jeremy began to lift her off him, only to bring her down again, her tight channel clutching his dick like a velvet glove. Rolling his hips, bucking slightly, he added to the rhythm, watching her intently as she ground on him.
Eyes half-closed, bowed mouth parted, she was the most beautiful woman Jeremy had ever taken and he hoped she would be the last he would ever possess. Falling against him, she kissed him, passionately taking what she wanted as their tongues mated together, her cries becoming stronger as he absorbed them into his mouth.
The moment she came was beautiful. Arching her back, her walls fluttering then clenching around him, her breasts so close to his face that he couldn’t resist latching on to one, drawing the hard bud in to tease it with his tongue as she came undone.
Almost instantly, he felt his own end approach. When his balls tightened, his cock thickening, he grasped her about the waist, holding her tightly on his lap while his cock jerked inside, pouring his hot seed into her. The feeling that ripped through him wasn’t mere orgasm; it was a blinding sensation, infinitely more powerful than the kiss. He felt it wrap around them like a blanket, drawing them together, binding them as one. Jeremy knew he would never let her go.
Sighing, she wobbled against him, collapsing in his arms, breathing hard. Mere seconds later, she was sliding away from him, her feet hitting the ground with a soft thump, steadying herself with hands on his shoulders as behind her James tipped her forward.
Jeremy insinuated one foot in between hers, nudging her legs apart. He held her gaze, watched her eyes widen, then her lids close momentarily as James slid into her, a ragged gasp escaping her lips.
It surprised him that watching her being taken by his brother seemed like a natural progression. When she leaned forward, he met her, kissing her as she gasped through his brother’s fucking. Warmth suffused him as he knew that he had found the woman who would share his life, their life, at last.
***
Lowering Amelia onto his brother’s dick had been enormously erotic. James had tried many kinks in his life time, had shared women, loved and discarded them, but never had he felt such a connection to a woman. If her kiss did this to him, he wondered what it would feel like when they joined their bodies.
James fisted his cock, stroking the length gently, as he watched the woman he wanted bounce on his brother’s lap, her pleasure evident through her soft gasps and sighs. By the time they had completed, James was more than ready to bind them together, although he wasn’t quite sure how his brother would take him taking Amelia, too.
When Jeremy nudged her feet apart, pulling her forward leaving her exposed and ready, James felt a surge of renewed loyalty to his brother and a rush of love for the woman who would be his.
He positioned himself behind her, his hands sliding over the curve of her rear to rest in the inward curve of her waist as he felt his cock nestle at her entrance. Sliding inside in a single smooth move, he resisted the urge to take her hard and fast, instead holding himself back to savour the feel of her body as it wrapped around him.
“Oh, yes, James,” she cried, pushing back on him until his groin was nestled against her rear.
He took that as his cue and began to rock against her, gripping her waist tightly, encouraged by the sighs he now heard as a result of his own actions. Spreading his legs, enjoying the feel of pushing fully into her pussy, he increased his pace, rocking faster as she cried his name. Holding himself deep he swirled, then withdrew slightly, butting his cock against the rough patch of her sheath until she was quaking beneath him, her climax rising fast and hard.
He barely saw Jeremy lean forward, until Amelia was kissing him, her rising moans muffled against his mouth. James dipped his head to one side, realising Jeremy’s hand was between her legs, his fingers touching the soft bud at the junction of her thighs, causing her to quiver uncontrollably until she was arching against him.
James met her orgasm with his own, bursting inside her as he groaned, blinding light catching him unawares and encasing them both before ebbing away. Something had changed he realised, enjoying the last few rocks against her. He felt bound to her as though they were one. Even more strangely, he welcomed it.
Dragging blankets to the floor, they curled either side of her, stroking her, caressing her, feathering kisses over her body, bruising her mouth with the heat of the passion. She didn’t say a word to them, until finally when they were on the precipice of sleep, nestled under soft blankets on the floor, James swore he heard a soft, “I love you”, words that made his heart sing.
Chapter Six
Amelia woke, stretched an
d realised she was trapped between two hard bodies. The memories of the previous evening flooded back to her. The kiss on the terrace, the kiss in the rose garden, fleeing with them to the summer house to talk… but they had barely spoken behind confirming what she already expected: they were exactly like her and through some quirk of fate, they were all together. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered them disrobing her before she had slid astride Jeremy, taking his cock into her body, loving him completely, body and soul, before leaning forward and allowing James to take her too, receiving the same feeling of completeness with both men.
Her mind was in turmoil. She had to get out of there, she had to get away from them. It seemed to cruel that fate had brought her two men to love her, two men whom she could love in return only for them to be ripped away.
No, she would not have her heart torn again. She maneuvered herself from the tangle of limbs and stepped around the summerhouse looking for her clothing. Dressing quickly, she made short work of the layers, and fixed her hair as best she could. Spying a cloak hung on a peg by the doors, she tugged it down, throwing it about her shoulders. It wouldn’t be seemly for her to be spotted walking home in her eveningwear and she could only hope that the cloak, along with the early hours, would ensure her passage went unnoticed.
With one last tortured glance at her lovers, asleep on the floor, their nakedness barely covered, she slipped out of the summerhouse and began her long walk home.
She had planned to stay in London for several more years before departing, but now she realised her plans must change. She could not stay now, not knowing she could have the brothers’ love for a short while only to lose them. It was clear to her now; she must leave quickly and travel as far away as she could, far from their loving embraces, far from the pain of losing them.
The thought tore a sob from her, and it was with tears flooding her eyes that she slipped away from the Hamilton’s estate.
***
Jeremy awoke expecting to find his body curled against Amelia’s. He could already feel his cock stiffening with the thought of making sleepy love to her but there was no warm female body next to his. Rolling over he reached for her and got his hand slapped.
“What?” he mumbled, his eyes flashing open.
“Keep your hands to yourself, brother,” came James sharp reply.
“Where is Amelia?”
James shook his head. “I don’t know. When I woke a few moments ago she was gone.” He pushed back the blanket and stood, naked, looking around the summerhouse. “Her clothing has gone too.”
“Gone where?” Jeremy was puzzled. Amelia had been so willing the night before, so eager to take her pleasure from them and so delighted in receiving it. Perhaps in the cold light day of day she had been embarrassed? Taking two men wasn’t for every woman and he had the feeling it had been a first for her, as it had been for him.
“Presumably, wherever she has gone.” James was striding around the room, gathering up his clothing, dressing quickly.
“Perhaps she does not want us?” Jeremy mused, the jolt of rejection striking him hard.
“No, she wants us.” James spoke with absolute certainty. “Did you feel something last night, something extra? Like we were being bound?”
Jeremy nodded as he sat upright, still feeling flattened from Amelia’s swift departure.
“If I concentrate, it’s like I can feel her, feel her sadness and confusion,” James continued.
They were quiet for a moment, then Jeremy nodded. “I can, too, and something else. I think she’s planning on fleeing. I don’t like this, James. We have to stop her.”
“Agreed.”
Fully dressed they prepared to stride from the summerhouse, Jeremy turning when he saw gold glinting in the sunlight that streaked through the long windows to fall on the table. She had left her mask, the delicate little thing nestled between theirs, exactly as it should be, exactly as she should be.
They strode to the house, firm resolve on their faces, Jeremy barking orders to the servants as soon as they materialised. Moments later, their saddled horses were brought to the front of the house and they were swinging astride, calling for the gates to be opened as they charged from the estate, racing towards their woman.
Reaching her house, they dismounted, throwing their reins over the railings.
“I feel her,” said Jeremy, nodding towards the house. It was like a gossamer fine thread tugging at him, and he knew at the other end would be Amelia. The connection that had entwined them the night before, seemed more powerful the closer he got to her and he instinctively knew James felt the same.
“I feel her sadness,” added James, taking the steps two at a time, rapping on the door.
“The mistress isn’t home,” the maid told them, but they could feel her, knew it was a lie and the little maid cried out in alarm as they pushed past her.
“Amelia!” Jeremy was prepared to search every room, turn the house upside down to find her if he had too.
“It’s all right, Beth.” Amelia’s voice was cool as she called to the girl. “Return to the kitchen.”
“Shall I call for help, my lady?”
“No, Beth. Leave us be. The gentlemen will leave shortly.”
“The gentlemen will not,” huffed James, bounding up the stairs, Jeremy only a step behind. They followed her through to the drawing room. She had changed into a pale pink gown in simple cotton, her hair swept into a loose bun. Her eyes were rimmed with red. “Why did you leave?” demanded James, taking her hand.
“I couldn’t stay,” she whispered, her face hidden from them as she turned away, her hand sliding from his. “I cannot love you.”
“And me? Can you not love me?” asked Jeremy, his heart aching for her.
“Neither of you. Love is not for me.” Her voice was soft, filled with sadness. “I am not what you think I am. I will only cause you pain and suffering and I could not bear that.”
“Why?” Jeremy shook his head, resisting the urge to cross the floor and turn her, take her in his arms and show her the depth of his love.
“I’m destined to be alone. I’m a monster. Oh, do not ask me to explain.” She sounded so defeated, so small.
James turned to his brother. “She doesn’t know,” he said in surprise. “She doesn’t know what she is.” They gazed at her in wonder.
“It makes sense,” said Jeremy. “Why would she? We’ve had each other to fathom why we are the way we are. Amelia has always been alone. Damn it, we just assumed when we should have made sure.”
She turned then, her eyes wide. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re immortal,” explained James, “You will never die. You have lived through decades, maybe even centuries and will continue to live for all time.”
She stared at him, aghast, realisation dawning across her pretty face.
“Just like us,” added Jeremy, closing the space between them. “We’ve been alive for hundreds of years.”
“But how?”
“We died in battle; such violence that we have never seen since. As our bodies died, something happened to them. Some force brought us back, returned us to the earth. We do not age, or catch disease. We cannot die. You are immortal too, we sensed it in you.”
“I don’t know how I came to be this way.”
“If violence is the transition, perhaps that is best.” Jeremy reached for her, tucking one of her curls behind her ear, holding his hand there, just to feel her, the closeness thickening the bonds between them.
“I’ve always been alone,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to be alone again. We can offer you forever.”
“And a lot of sex,” added James. “Not to be blunt, of course, but lots and lots of sex with lovers who will never leave you, who will love you for eternity.”
“I knew I should have put it to her like that,” muttered Jeremy, but it was he Amelia was moving towards, and he whose neck she was circling her arms around.
“I thou
ght I was cursed but now I find myself thinking immortality is a gift, now I have someone to share my life with.” She reached for James, drawing him to them, the bonds of love and immortality strengthening as their bodies touched. “Two men to love for eternity? Yes.”
Epilogue
Los Angeles, 2012
The pretty blonde woman slipped her purse onto the foyer’s console table and flicked through her keys. Finding the tiny little key, she slid it inside her apartment’s mail box and extracted the small bundle of envelopes inside. Clicking it shut, she started the walk upstairs to the third floor, shuffling through the mail.
Amongst the bills and junk, a thick white envelope caught her eye. It was addressed to her in a dramatic calligraphy, the type that took years to learn and required real ink. She searched through her mind wondering if she knew anyone who was getting married and drew a blank.
It had been a long day and with her crazy work hours, it wasn’t often that she got to socialize so a fancy invitation was intriguing. She barely resisted tearing the envelope open, but instead let the excitement build until she was leaning against her apartment door, kicking off the new Louboutins that were a huge part of her heart - and salary.
Gently she plucked at the edges of the envelope, peeling back the flap so she could extract the stiff card inside, trying not to scream with excitement as she read it.
Wicked Entertainment invites you to the Summer Masquerade.
You will:
Dress to impress and wear a mask.
Secrecy is paramount. What you witness is your secret to keep.
A limousine will collect you and return you home at dawn.
RSVP, with contract.
She skimmed the contract, a folded square of paper stuffed with legalize. What she gleaned was she would be sued to infinity if she revealed anything that happened at the party. Not that it mattered. Wicked Entertainment put on two exclusive parties a year, the Summer Masquerade and the Winter Solstice Ball. Tickets could not be bought, purchased, bribed or stolen. Guests could be anyone from Hollywood actors, athletes and supermodels to Joe Public, but no one was ever certain for sure because not a single word was ever breathed about the most exclusive, sought after ticket in town.
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