Chase gritted his teeth.
“She had us a bit distracted at the time,” he told her, adding in a more somber tone, “We noticed the change right away, and so did our family. Suddenly we were outcasts, with no place to go and no one to love or give a care about us.”
Simone nodded.
“Yeah, well, I can kind of relate,” she told them, adding with a shrug, “I mean sure, my parents love me. But I’ve never been cute or cooperative enough to be the favorite. And while I thought I had found a new family with Aaron and our employees at Cool Beans, he’s been such a jerk lately,” she paused here, adding more to herself than to the brothers, “It’s almost like he wants me to break up with him.”
Taylor shrugged.
“So give him his wish,” he advised, adding as he and Chase opened their arms to her, “Come live with us instead, and be the queen of our den.”
Simone thought a moment, and then nodded.
“Well if I can’t be co-manager of Cool Beans Café, then I guess a major job switch is in order,” she affirmed, running forward into their arms as she added, “And while I’m not sure that two years’ worth of culinary arts and restaurant management classes quite prepares me for my new position as queen of a vampire den, I’m more than willing to give it a shot,” she paused here, kissing the cheeks of her two lovers s she added, “Especially if this position so enables me to spend every waking moment with the two of you.”
Chapter Five
Sweeping her up in adoring arms, the brothers kissed and caressed their queen as they celebrated their new union.
“And now my darling, to celebrate our new life together,” Chase whispered in her ear, “We would very much like to demonstrate one of our favorite skills.”
Simone gaped.
“You mean you two still have a few skills left that you have yet to demonstrate?” she asked, voice tinged with wonder.
The brothers exchanged mysterious looks as they hoisted her up in their arms.
“My lady,” Taylor whispered in her ear, “Prepare to fly.”
Moments later a stunned Simone found herself soaring in midair; clutching the shoulders of her two adoring lovers as they flew upward together to kiss the sky.
They soared together as one with the stars, their crystalline glory dazzling Simone as she admired their pure celestial beauty, up close for the first time.
The night itself shone like black velvet before these same wondering eyes, providing an ebullient backdrop for the golden beacon of a full golden moon.
“This is all so beautiful,” she marveled, voice barely above a whisper as she wrapped her arms tight around the shoulders of their beaming lovers; peering down at the canopy of statuesque emerald leaved palm trees and tall, crystalline buildings that dotted the Florida skyscape. “It reminds me of that one scene in Superman that I’ve always loved—except in that particular sequence, Superman and Lois Lane weren’t naked. She only got one super hero—and she didn’t even get lucky with him, not until the sequel anyway.”
Chase guffawed outright.
“Well brace yourself, Lois,” he whispered in her ear, “because you are indeed about to get lucky. Prepare yourself to fly even higher.”
With these words he seized her lips in a heated, passionate kiss, claiming her mouth with his as their tongues entangled and he wrapped his arm around her waist.
The winds blew wild through their hair as they continued to kiss and cuddle, and Simone gasped outright as he used his agile free hand to caress her breasts and tickle her round tummy before working his way downward.
Throwing her head back, Simone writhed in the brothers’ embrace as Chase teased her feminine nest; then shifting his finger lower to slip it through the slit of her soaking wet pussy.
Simone savored the cries of the gulls around her as both of her attentive lovers covered her face with kisses; keeping a firm hold on their queen’s waist as her body undulated in the heat of passion.
Eager to intensify her pleasure, Chase probed the walls of her pussy with an agile fingertip; his intimate touch building a succulent pressure that nearly drove her insane.
Simone squirmed as her body ignited in a wave of sleek, pure erotic feeling; one that coursed her from head to toe as Chase seemed to seek the ultimate source of her pleasure.
And just then, he found it; touching and igniting that special spot found just inside her pussy wall.
Simone’s cries of passion rent the night air as her being exploded in a haze of ecstasy; one that made her fly higher than ever as she basked in the sensation of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
“I hope you enjoyed my tribute, my queen,” Chase whispered to her, her voice barely heard above the sound of her pounding heart.
“And I hope you will enjoy mine.”
Simone gasped as an impulsive Taylor swept her up in two strong arms and pressed his body to hers; their arms and legs entangling midair as his long, honey blond hair whipped wild in her face.
The winds of the night kissed their naked sweaty bodies as they clung to one another; their lips colliding in a heavenly kiss as he grasped her closer than close.
The duo flew free across a star sprinkled sky as her breasts crushed his hard massive chest; their tongues joining as her long sturdy legs braced themselves around his waist.
“Finally I will be inside of you,” he whispered against her lips, pulling her closer still. “Finally I get to make love to you.”
With these words he joined with her, finally and fully, his long, hard shaft penetrating her feminine garden as his hips gyrated sinful against her.
Even as she writhed contented in his arms, their chests and thighs locking between them in an intimate cocoon, she also sensed the presence of Chase beneath her; flying just beneath her to ensure she didn’t fall as his hands ran like warm running water down the length of her back.
She kissed Taylor senseless while reaching back to rub Chase’s massive, rock hard chest and stroke his long, erect shaft; at the same time spreading her thighs wide and bracing her legs on Taylor’s trim hips.
She this time savored the feel of his fangs as they grazed her mouth; softened by the lap of a long, wet tongue that lapped and stroked its roof—keeping a steady rhythm with his pulsating manhood as it reverberated back and forth within her.
“So sweet, my queen,” Taylor whispered against her lips. “So sweet.”
Simone agreed.
“I love you both,” she whispered to her lovers, writhing between them as she lost herself in a tight, timeless embrace.
“I love you,” they each told her, clutching her between them in a binding cocoon as Taylor buried himself inside of her; his shaft driving forth to her very core as he and Simone exploded in ecstasy.
Both he and Chase held her tighter than tight as she basked in the exquisite sensation of yet another explosive orgasm; purring outright as the cry of the gulls seemed to christen her union with these two divine men.
She was so enthralled that she just barely noticed when the brothers began their descent, bringing her body slowly downward as they made a gentle return to the roof of their apartment building.
Soon Simone found herself sprawled once again on the whisper soft surface of a blanket; reveling in the embrace of two devoted men as the trio sipped the remnants of their sweet sparkling wine.
“So my queen,” Chase turned her to her, gracing her with a soft, sweet smile, “Have we pleased our queen this eve?”
Simone nodded.
“This eve has rocked!” she acknowledged, pumping her fist in the air. “The queen is pleased.”
Taylor grinned.
“Hooray!” he exclaimed, exchanging a congratulatory high five with his beaming brother. “We would like to invite you to stay here with us tonight. We could show you our apartment, make you dinner, and discuss our future plans.”
Simone nodded.
“And that is bound to be a long discussion,” she admitted with a sigh. “I have to decide where to live
, whether or not to go back to Cool Beans, and what on earth to do with the two of you.”
Chase shrugged.
“No need for a long discussion on any of those points,” he assured her. “You can live with us, start your own coffee shop, with our help,” he paused here, adding as he looked her straight in the eyes, “and as far as what exactly you can do with us? Well, how about marry us?”
THE END
TAKEN BY THE BROTHERS OF THE NIGHT
PARANORMAL MENAGE VAMPIRE ROMANCE
Chapter One
Simone Norrance just loved greeting visitors to the Moonlight Café; her small but elite coffee shop in the heart of Luna Bay, Florida. For while she adored serving teas and gourmet coffees at the cafe, along with a full and rich assortment of rich handmade pastries, cookies, cakes, bagels, muffins, and sweet rolls, it was the overall first impressions of many of her customers that she truly considered priceless.
She always had to chuckle at the sight of the wide eyes and gaping mouths that often met the spectacle of her eatery; a two story ebony structure with stained glass windows, sloping roofs and the topping beacon of a gold crescent moon that bore wide dark eyes and a mischievous smile.
Much like the one Simone wore when these awestruck guests asked her the inevitable questions regarding the exact nature of her establishment.
“Um…it’s really cool that you have the place all decorated for Halloween. Five months early.”
“Blast MapQuest. I ask for directions to the coolest, hippest new coffee house in town, and I get directed to a funeral home instead.”
“Wow, I didn’t know they were filming a horror movie here. Can I still get a hot Frappuccino?”
Occasionally, though, people chose to ignore their surroundings and concentrate on the lush, classically designed interior of the café, which boasted walls of scarlet brocade, a panoramic ceiling mural of a star strewn, velvet black night, and tables drenched in sleek black lace and topped with banks of luminous candles. And they definitely favored the hot, tasty, wholesome foods that Simone—a culinary arts student and former co-owner of Cool Beans Café here in Luna Bay—cooked and served on a daily basis. And they also enthused endlessly over the two handsome young singers who performed a nightly show at the Moonlight.
Standing with guitars in hand and tall crystalline microphones before them, the two men ruled like kings over a stage bedecked in yards of ruby hued velvet; impressing all in attendance—especially any and all young female audience members, many of whom seemed to develop a strong passion for cocoa and scones that kept them coming back to the café again, and again, and again--with their incredible masculine beauty.
Both males stood to a majestic height at the center of the stage, boasting muscular bodies topped by chiseled faces and radiant falls of silken hair. Both of these masculine beauties glowed with their bronzed skin and flawless, white toothed beams; stunning grins they often aimed in her direction. And both wore ultra-tight blue jeans and loose, revealing muscle shirts that displayed their chiseled, hard muscled bodies to most impressive effect.
Yet while Chase Harrington boasted hair as dark as their shadowed surroundings and bright crystalline eyes, his younger brother Taylor stood as a smooth honey blond with cocoa brown gems.
And while all females in attendance swooned over and outright cheered originally composed romantic numbers that blended folk and soul to form the basis of their lush romantic melodies, she knew that these songs were written and sung only for her.
Of course, not everyone got the message.
One evening Simone welcomed a spirited bachelorette party to the café, one that consisted of ten lovely twentysomething lasses who—or so they announced loudly to anyone who would listen—had chosen this show over the Magic Monty Male Revue playing just across town.
Enjoying the laughter and animation that the gals brought to her café, Simone kept the coffee and tea flowing and joined them as they hooted and hollered at their two hunky performers for the evening.
Finally, once all desserts and beverages were served, she took a seat up front beside a slender blonde who had properly identified herself as Shawna Lee, the maid of honor and party planning princessa of the assembled group; agreeing in full as she waxed poetic about the ethereal beauty of the two men before them.
Well, she pondered, if indeed heated exclamations of “Sex-AY! You go studs—or should I say, stud squared?” and “Hey, those totally awesome love songs would be even better if you sang ‘em NAKED!” could indeed be considered poetic—by any remote stretch of the imagination. Yet she couldn’t help but admire the woman’s spunk, even as she happened to agree whole hearted with every blasted word she said.
The gals exchanged any number of winks and high fives throughout the course of the evening, before Simone brought out a three tier chocolate fudge cake she’d been asked to make for the event; one adorned with scarlet hued butter cream roses and an adorable figurine poised on top that likened a bride and a groom.
After cutting and serving the cake to her eager, cheering guests, Simone returned with her own piece to her seat; savoring both its rich, creamy taste and the sound of the Harrington brothers as they serenaded the blushing bride, a slender, statuesque redhead who beamed in response.
“Boy I tell you what,” Shawna Lee declared, clapping Simone’s back in what seemed to be a show of sisterly spirit, “My sister Paige is one lucky gal, to be serenaded by those two hunks.”
Simone nodded.
“Indeed she is,” she agreed, adding with a playful wink, “My guys always aim to please.”
Shawna Lee giggled—for what had to be, or so Simone couldn’t help but note, the millionth time that evening. Perhaps. To be perfectly honest, she’d lost count.
“And please they do,” she agreed, adding in a conspiratorial whisper, “Any chance that we could invite the dudes to have coffee with us after the show? I mean, all of that passionate, meaningful crooning must make them good and thirsty.”
Simone shrugged.
“Sure, I don’t see why not,” she assented, adding with a bright smile, “They actually love to drink brews with the customers, and share with them some of the stories behind their best songs. You and the ladies also are welcome to buy copies of their debut CD, Songs of the Night.”
Her eyes flew wide as her enthusiastic guest met these words with a loud, resounding whoop-- for what had to be, or so Simone couldn’t help but note, the millionth time that evening. Perhaps. To be perfectly honest, she’d lost count.
“Wow, that’s amazing!” she enthused, meeting Simone midair in a congratulatory high five. “You can better believe I’ll buy a copy of their CD before I go.” She paused here, adding in a whisper to her grinning hostess, “And I’ll throw in an extra fiver if you introduce me to the hot blond. I think we’d look smokin’ together, don’t ya think?”
Simone nodded.
“I think!” she agreed, adding as she inclined her head in Shawna Lee’s direction, “And while I do hate to turn down my one opportunity to become a—ahem—professional matchmaker, I’m sorry to tell you that Taylor is spoken for—engaged, as a matter of fact.”
Shawna Lee scowled.
“Doggone it!” she exclaimed, snapping her fingers midair in a show of sheer frustration. “So tell me, Simone. Who is his lucky lady?”
Simone grinned.
“Me,” she replied, short and succinct.
Shawna Lee’s eyes flew wide as she considered these unexpected words.
“Well you go Girl!” she said finally, meeting Simone midair in yet another congratulatory high five. “So tell me, do ya need a sister in law? I mean that gorgeous brunette would make for one heck of a hunky consolation prize.”
Simone shook her head.
“Sorry, Shawna Lee,” she told her. “He’s taken too.”
Shawna rolled her eyes.
“Well I’m battin’ O for 2,” she released on a sigh, adding with lips pursed, “So go ahead, and lay it on me. Who is his
lucky lady?”
Simone shrugged.
“Me,” she replied, tone even more short and succinct.
Shawna Lee’s eyes flew wide.
“Now, did I make that last Irish coffee a little too Irish?” she asked, eyebrows arched, “Or did you just say that you were dating both of those beautiful men?”
Simone bit her lip.
“Well, to be more specific,” she clarified, clearing her throat loudly, “I’m engaged to both of those beautiful men. I plan to marry both of them in a public ceremony, here next week. Everyone here is invited to attend, of course.”
Shawna Lee took a long, fortifying sip of Irish coffee, then nodded.
“Oh, you can better believe I’ll be here,” she affirmed, adding as her eyes flew dangerously wide, “This is something I just gotta see.”
Sitting back in her chair, Simone smiled as she pondered the other shocking secret she knew about the Harrington brothers; one she dared not even reveal to Shawna Lee, her new sister confidante.
She herself had found it difficult to accept the fact that the two gentle, loving men who had become her lovers were also lords of the night; those immortal figures of the paranormal known as vampires.
“Hey, who am I to judge?” she mused now, adding with a shrug, “Everybody has their little quirks.”
She at least consoled herself with the fact that—far from being bloodsuckers—her two gorgeous fiancés were vampires of the incubus; meaning that they fed from the sexual energies of their female lovers.
“A fact which makes me a very tired, but equally happy gal,” she sighed contented, her gaze taking a leisurely stroll down the tall muscled forms of the men who now delivered the final strains of a love song they’d written just for her.
It seemed like only yesterday that the brothers had walked between the far more modest walls of Cool Beans, a coffee shop she previously co-owned with Aaron, her ex-boyfriend. At first they’d seemed more like angels than vamps, filling her life with their beautiful music, their stunning images, their kind, gentle natures. And when an obnoxious customer had called her out for what he perceived as her poor service and her thick, rubenesque form, the brothers had jumped immediately to her defense; quite unlike her boyfriend at the time, who chastised her for driving one of their regulars away—and, for that matter, for sampling too many of the sumptuous cakes, cupcakes and sweet rolls that they (OK, mostly she) prepared and sold at the café.
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