“Oh my…” Amelia moaned as both men cursed.
Undeniable pleasure whipped through her, almost blinding her to everything but her satisfaction. Almost too late, Amelia realised she needed to move to guarantee her partners received the most out of the experience.
She leaned forward, pushing her hips back so Vittorio slid in several more inches.
“Oh God,” Amelia moaned.
“Damn,” Vittorio groaned.
“Shit!” both men cursed in unison.
“Let’s try this,” Riley said and withdrew slowly, drawing out the moment of his departure until her body quivered with the sensual torture. He thrust back into her at the same time Vittorio withdrew. Amelia felt both men, one advancing, the other retreating, so sharply, her every nerve ending seemed to be focused on them.
And the satisfaction their touch ignited.
Once, twice, they repeated the thrust-and-withdraw rhythm, building the pleasure within. A thousand tongues of fire licked her pussy, sending her body quivering and pulsing for release. And then all at once, the passion ignited. Riley moved his hips slightly to the left as he thrust forward. Vittorio plunged deep into her at the same time. Amelia’s orgasm washed through her, touching each nerve ending as it surged through her body, leaving her gasping for air.
“Amelia,” Vittorio growled against her nape. Riley roared her name seconds later as he slammed into her. The act knocked the breath from her lungs. Eyes wide and gasping, Amelia watched his handsome face contort. His features widened, his skin darkened and a light layer of brown hair coated his skin. Almost belatedly, Amelia’s mind processed the fact Riley was shifting into a werewolf.
The understanding slammed through her mind as he lowered his head and sunk his lengthened incisors into her throat. Her body stiffened in utter shock as a second pair of incisors pierced the right side of her neck. Vittorio.
Thoughts escaped her mind as the pleasure of the bites hummed through the tightly corded muscles of her body. Blackness descended on her as a shockingly intense orgasm travelled through her, seducing her nerves, dancing through her muscles to leave her swimming in pleasure.
Chapter Four
Underneath it All
Amelia couldn’t help wondering if it had all been part of the game. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way both men had made her feel, looked at her.
There had to be something more than the Council pulling strings behind their actions, the emotion they’d shown her.
Or is that just wishful thinking on my part?
Amelia sighed and ran a shaky hand through her newly styled locks. The morning after her night with Riley and Vittorio, she’d woken up alone in her bed. She’d spent the night with both men. Sometime around dawn she’d discovered Riley and Vittorio were the descendants of the JAK, Inc. founders. She knew they were part of the company, but she hadn’t imagined they were anything more than security guards. Finding out they were much, much more cooled her ardour. Riley was a Christensen and Vittorio was a Bonacelli. Men with their pedigree couldn’t want her as anything more than a plaything. She’d driven herself home, despite their objections, so she could think about the ramifications of her actions.
Seconds after she arrived, a courier had delivered a bright red package. She’d known immediately it was from the Council. She hadn’t wanted to open it, but she had needed to know their decree.
She was surprised to find she had, in fact, accomplished her goal. From the handwritten note in the package she’d discovered she’d been sent there to give and get her reward for all her years of hard work at JAK, Inc.
Her gift had been Riley and Vittorio.
She had been incensed, disappointed, and heartbroken. After a few drinks, a hefty amount of unhealthy food, and a long conversation with her best friend, Amelia had come to the conclusion she had nothing to be angry about. She’d been a willing participant who’d enjoyed every minute of the time she spent with Riley and Vittorio.
In the end, she’d decided to accept the promotion JAK, Inc. had offered her.
The most interesting result of her what had happened between her and the two men was the change that her personality underwent. Although she was no less demanding, her employees and co-workers responded differently to her. She’d been forced to ask Rikard what was going on with everyone. He’d smiled and simply said, “Nothing’s wrong with them, Amelia. It’s you who is different.”
“How?” she’d asked, surprised by his statement.
He’d pulled her close, giving her one of those hugs she adored. “You’re happy.”
The truth was she was happier. And a lot more confident. Amelia was well aware that Riley and Vittorio might have participated in the strip search at the request of the Council, but there could be no denying their attraction to her.
Their desire for her hadn’t been coerced.
And she was determined to find out if they still felt anything for her.
Amelia looked up at the mausoleum that had scared her senseless less than three weeks ago. After the experience she’d had inside, the building appeared almost welcoming despite the cold shadows that shrouded the dark night.
She walked up the first step. Just before her second foot was going to hit the concrete Amelia realised she was no longer alone. She looked up to find two pairs of eyes on her. Caution and insecurity glowed in them.
She should have known better than to try and surprise shifters. From the Council’s letter she’d learned Riley was a werewolf and Vittorio was a were-tiger. Hence, the reason they’d wanted her to find a Wolf’s Cock and a Tiger’s Phallus.
“Hi,” she managed to get out.
“Uh…hi,” both men muttered. They were nervous and scared. No doubt concerned about how her reaction to their part in the Council’s plan.
“Can we talk…inside?” she asked.
Silence greeted her question.
After several heart-pounding moments, Riley spoke. “You look different.”
Riley’s statement had been a comment at best. He didn’t seem pleased or angry about her change, but she needed to be sure. She fingered the strands of her recently styled and cut auburn locks. “Hopefully not too different.”
Vittorio’s gaze caught hers. “No, we’d recognise you no matter what you did to your hair or wore.”
She pursed her lips at the purposeful emphasis Vittorio had placed on the last word of his statement. Her outfit definitely did not please him. Unconsciously, she lifted her hand and fingered the high-necked lace blouse she wore. It was a well-crafted piece that melded fashion and art. But she’d purchased the shirt because it hid the marks of her claiming.
“Come on, it’s cold out here,” Riley declared before turning and leading the way to the security room.
Amelia stood on the step, watching Riley’s retreating back wondering if she could really ask the two men before her if that night had meant as much to them as it had to her.
Her reluctance must have been evident because Vittorio stepped forward and held out his broad palm. “Come on, sweetheart.”
She looked up and caught his espresso gaze. Vittorio was well aware of what she was going through. He knew about the thick anticipation that marked her every move. She could see it in his eyes.
She took the hand Vittorio held out and allowed him to lead her to the security room.
The moment she stepped into the small room the memories assailed her. Every emotion, every need she’d experienced within the confining area overtook her. She closed her eyes and leaned on the front door at her back.
“It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?”
She opened her eyes to find Riley’s green eyes watching her. The heat and understanding in his gaze seared her. “Imagine how it feels to work here, remembering everything and knowing you can’t change things.”
She licked her lips and gazed at him. “What would you like to change?”
He glanced at Vittorio. An unspoken conversation passed between the two men before Vittor
io turned to her. “If we could, we change the end.”
She lifted her hands and placed them over the twin bite marks on her neck. “You wouldn’t have marked me,” she said softly as tears bleared her vision.
Amelia couldn’t believe her reaction to his simple statement. It wasn’t like she hadn’t expected Vittorio and Riley to tell her the night they shared had meant little or nothing to them. Although she’d been hoping it wouldn’t come to that, she’d been prepared for the words.
Or so she thought.
It wasn’t until Vittorio admitted he would have altered the night that Amelia realised how deeply she’d fallen for both men. Her emotions were too new to call love, but they were strong. Almost overwhelming.
“Sweetheart, it’s not what you’re thinking,” Vittorio whispered as he brushed a finger across her cheek, sweeping up the evidence of her tears.
“Isn’t it?” she choked out as she looked up at him. She wanted to be wrong, but it was hard to believe that both men wanted her. Not after the years of bad relationships she had.
“No, it’s not, Amelia” Riley murmured and took a step forward. He reached for her and she automatically went into her arms. “We only meant we never should have let you go,” Riley said before placing a kiss against her lips.
He licked her lips, running his tongue along her mouth. She parted her lips for his questing tongue and groaned his name as he caressed the inner recesses of her mouth. Needing to be closer to him, Amelia lifted her hand and ran her fingers through Riley’s overgrown locks. She pulled him hard against her, deepening the kiss until every one of her senses seemed to be drowning in him.
When her chest was burning with the need to take in air, Riley broke off the kiss to murmur against her mouth, “This is what we regret, letting this...you...go.” He took a step back. Before she could protest his departure, Vittorio took his place. She looked up at the dark giant, bliss and desire filling her.
If what Riley said was right, she’d been smart to come and find both men. But one question still plagued her. “It’s been three weeks, why didn’t you, either of you—” She found she couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Why didn’t we come and get you?” Vittorio asked, finishing her question.
She nodded her head silently.
“It’s simple really, sweetheart. Riley and I couldn’t convince the Council to give us your information. We only knew your first name and that you worked for JAK, Inc.” He smiled. “Do you know how many Amelias work for the corporation?”
She shook her head.
“Over five hundred in the nation alone. We weren’t really sure how to go about calling them and then the question was what do we ask them.” He took a step forward. “I can’t tell you how happy we are that you came to us. Came home to your mates.”
The tears started again. “You mean…”
Vittorio took another step forward and grasped the collar of her blouse. Silently the three of them waited until he unbuttoned half of her shirt. He pushed aside the two sides to reveal both of the claiming marks at the bottom of her throat. “I mean this,” Vittorio murmured as he fingered the puncture marks he made weeks ago, “was not a mistake.”
“Nor was this,” Riley said as before lowering his head and tonguing his bites. She groaned low at the wet, hot feel of his velvet tongue on her sensitised skin. Before the full length of her groan had left her mouth Vittorio’s lips captured hers. He thrust his tongue past her lips to tangle with hers. All the while Riley kissed and tongued his claiming marks, setting her already raging libido on fire.
Her pulse pounded and her skin itched with the need to be naked with the two men who’d captured her heart. She broke off the kiss to whisper against Vittorio’s mouth, “I need to be with you, both of you.”
“God, we missed you,” Vittorio admitted before recapturing her mouth.
“Welcome back,” Riley said as he finished undoing the buttons on her blouse, moving his hands between her and Vittorio. Belatedly, Amelia realised she was being moved forward so Riley could stand behind her.
“How?” she asked, still unsure of how they were going to go about making things work between the three of them.
“We’ll start off slow. We’ll go on a date and then a few more dates, and when you’re ready you can move in with us.”
“Okay,” she said softly, slightly flabbergasted by what Riley was saying. She knew enough about shifters to understand that once they marked their mate, there was no going back. It was an all or nothing relationship, but for her they were both willing to take things slow.
It touched her immensely.
“Open your mouth, Amelia. We’re going to have to check to make sure you’re not hiding anything,” Vittorio purred the words in his ultimately seductive baritone voice as he leaned forward. Amelia swallowed thickly as she watched his head descend. With every millimetre he got closer, her heart rate doubled until she swore it was going to burst from her ribcage. He stopped just short of allowing his full mouth to touch her parted lips.
Amelia smiled up at him, searching his gaze for several seconds before opening her mouth. I love this game, she thought as he pressed his lips to hers. She shuddered as the wet, hot rasp of his tongue swept along the inner recesses of her mouth. Feeling the burn from unquenched desire, she broke off the kiss and took a deep breath. She’d barely taken enough air into her starving lungs when Riley’s fingers captured her jaw. She looked up into his heated gaze. “My turn,” he whispered and stole her mouth in a heated kiss. As Amelia sank into the wanton bliss of his mouth, Vittorio spoke.
His words sent goose bumps running down every inch of her exposed flesh. “It’s a good thing we kept that basket. We’re going to need the toys in order to conduct a full cavity search,” he said with a wicked laugh before lifting her skirt.
About the Author
Tuesday Morrigan began her love affair with romance at an early age. As a child she was always infatuated with the novels she snuck from her mother. Later, in high school, the public library became her sanctuary with an endless array of romance novels. Tuesday is still an avid reader of books. Thanks to shows like Buffy, Angel, and her latest infatuation, Supernatural, Tuesday prefers her stories to have a little more grit. Her favourite genres have always been fantasy, mystery, romance and erotica, so as a writer, she tries to blend the genres to create her own personal niche.
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