“Oh…!” She drew in an aching breath and held on for maybe three seconds. Then she let go, giving herself up to the mind-wrenching climax, letting the feelings suck her down, down, down to a place where there was only Alex and warm, dark pleasure.
Then she was drifting, drifting…
From a distance she heard Jack cry out. Sherene moaning.
Alex was concentrating only on her. Now he was using the widest part of his tongue on her pussy, parting her crease with great, lapping thrusts. His fingers came up to stroke her breasts in the same rhythm. He circled and pinched her nipples, first rough then tender. His tongue was stroking ever deeper, always coming to rest surely against the crux that housed her clitoris.
“Alex!” Caro heard her voice keen as she came once more, holding on to the chair as the climax rocked her.
One more time and then you can rest. His voice echoed in her head as he brought her legs back down to the chair. When she could open her eyes wide enough to see, she saw his incredible face. There were two ruddy spots on the pale, chiseled surface of his cheekbones, his lips swollen and wet from his efforts, straining over his canines. His hot gaze was fixed between her thighs—he looked like a starving wolf pondering a plump dove.
He carefully placed his thumbs on her mons, poising them above the hood of her engorged clitoris.
“Oh God,” she gasped. “I don’t think I can…” Her voice trailed off as his thumbs pressed down, bunching her flesh against the overly sensitized nub.
You can and you will.
Years ago, Alex had spent long, pleasured hours learning what pleased her most. It seemed he remembered it all. Vampires were known for their sexual skill and intuition, but at this moment Alex’s particular knowledge of her body filled her with awe.
“Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod,” she moaned. He moved his mouth up and began to suck the sweet spot where her ear met her neck, teasing her with the sharp points of his canines. Her tattoo throbbed in time with her pounding pulse, beating small licks of flame on her skin. She wanted to scream her need for penetration.
Every fear, every doubt, every rational thought was gone, obliterated by the need to be fucked by Alex, the master of her body. She wanted to feel it all…she wanted his teeth inside her flesh, his cock inside her pussy, his cum flowing into her womb.
That’s right, that’s how it’s gonna be. Soon, princess, soon… He put searing visions in her head, encouraging her with words both sweet and dirty. She began to thrust violently against his hand, finally letting the screams out, demanding release. Suddenly she was on the edge, cresting and then zooming down into a dark chasm of pleasure as her climax whooshed through her body.
She rocked her head over the back of the chair, whimpering as her pussy shook and convulsed. Watch me, he commanded. She dropped her head forward and watched as he fisted the shaft of his cock and pumped with brisk, masterful strokes, his eyes roaming her body possessively. He ejaculated with a quick, violent burst, his body bowing forward, his breath exploding in a groaning hiss.
She closed her eyes. When she opened them again she saw Jack had moved to a sitting position next to her chair. His eyes were on Alex’s still-straining cock, his own erection full-blown again. Sherene licked a finger and stroked its crowning slit.
“I think Ms. Connery has grown weary of the formality of the chair. Might I suggest a reclining position?” Alex’s voice was husky yet tightly controlled as he slowly stood up.
“By all means.” Jack stood up.
“I don’t think I can move,” Caro murmured.
“Then don’t.” Jack laughed softly and stroked her cheek with a gentle finger before bending to kiss the pulsing spot at the bottom of her throat. He put one arm under her knees and the other behind her back and then carried her over to the large leather chaise near the windows.
Caro sighed as she lay her back against the cool, smooth leather. Her body was flushed, still vibrating with sensation.
“I’m going to get something…I’ll be right back,” Alex called out as he headed behind the panels on the other side of the loft. Sherene followed him.
Jack sat down, cozying up to Caro’s hip on the edge of the chaise. He began to stroke her, going down from shoulder to wrist along the outside of her arm with smooth fingertips and then lightly scraping back up along the sensitive skin of her inner arm with blunt fingernails. She was completely zoned on tactile sensation.
“Are you okay with all this?” Jack asked softly.
She nodded, not sure how to answer. Because she really didn’t know and really didn’t want to think about it. And Jack couldn’t possibly understand all the stuff swimming in the murk between her and Alex.
“These are so perfect and so blessedly real. Every guy’s fantasy.” He expelled a rumbling hum of appreciation as he traced the veins on her breasts. He lightly pressed a nipple with the tip of a finger. “Oh to have had my hands on you when I was sixteen. It would have saved my mom a bundle on tissue.”
Caro smiled at the thought of hunky Jack jacking off at sixteen. “Jack, I’m sure you had absolutely no trouble finding willing female receptacles for your passions. And you wouldn’t have given me the time of day when I was a teenager. I was a geek.”
“A beautiful geek,” Alex said as he approached the chaise.
The tray Sherene held had washcloths, condoms, a beautifully sculpted ebony dildo and another vial of blood drops. Such a good little assistant. Caro looked up at her face. Sherene’s lids were half-closed and her lips were curved into a contented little smile.
Serene Sherene. Sated but ready for more.
Handing Jack a snowy white washcloth, Alex said, “Here Jack. I thought Caro might like a small refresher before we finish up this portion of our…meeting.” He held up a small blue bottle. “Pour a little of this on the cloth.”
“What’s in it?” asked Caro suspiciously.
“Just some essential oils…mostly mint I think.”
Caro raised an eyebrow.
“I won’t say you can trust me, because I know that you won’t,” Alex said. “But I think you’ll really like it. It’s very mild. Sherene?”
She poured a drop on the tip of Jack’s semi-erect penis and rubbed it around the rosy crown with graceful fingers.
Jack laughed as his cock immediately got harder. Then he gasped. “Mm…that’s a most interesting sensation.” He took the bottle from Alex’s hand and poured a few drops onto the washcloth. “Try it, Caro.”
Sherene reached to take the washcloth but Jack kept it. “No, let me.”
He gently nudged Caro’s legs apart and began to stroke her inner thighs with the warm cloth, sliding up to her mons and carefully massaging before moving down to stroke the folds of her labia.
Sherene held a lit demon-smoke to Alex’s lips. Caro watched his clenched fists slowly unfurl.
She closed her eyes, concentrating on the warmth of the washcloth and the cool tingling of the mint. “Don’t stop,” she said with a sigh.
“I won’t…” Jack continued to stroke gently. “But let’s try this too.” He moved the cloth up the length of her abdomen and over her breasts, rubbing the nubby terrycloth across first one nipple and then the other. Back and forth and around and around he stroked the pebbled flesh of her areolas.
“Now for your back.”
Jack turned her on her side and slid the now-cooling cloth down her back and over her buttocks. He pressed her forward gently so that she rested on her belly. Her breasts rubbed against the cool, textured leather of the chaise. He grasped her hips, raising them so that the cheeks of her buttocks were slightly parted and facing him, and then smoothed the washcloth down her crevice, lingering finally on the folds of her swollen pussy.
“That’s very good,” he murmured as he rubbed back and forth. It eased the ache but left her wanting more.
As she undulated her hips against the stroking washcloth, every thought in her mind dissolved. She was a purely physical creature who wanted to be touched, stroked and filled.
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“Are you ready for the culmination of our meeting?” asked Jack, his voice deep with arousal.
“Yes,” gasped Caro, turning her cheek against the leather to watch him.
Sherene had two unwrapped condoms waiting. She quickly smoothed one down over Alex’s cock then did the same for Jack. Alex murmured something to Sherene in rapid French and Sherene nodded.
Stroking her snow-white hands over Jack’s shoulders, Sherene leaned down and gave him a long, probing kiss. When she finally released him Jack groaned. “Oh God, yes. Suck me. Take me, please.”
Sherene tugged Jack to his feet, whispering a long, sibilant “Yessss…”
Caro moaned as she watched Sherene pull Jack away, knowing the woman had chosen her partner. She was going to feed on Jack and he was apparently all over the idea, tilting his head to give her access to his neck.
Caro tried to a push coherent thought through the fog of lust shrouding her brain.
If Jack was going to fuck Sherene again, that meant Alex was planning to fuck her.
As soon as the thought formed in her mind, she felt Alex’s hand stroke the curve of her ass, heard the leather creak slightly as his warm body took up the space behind her. She gasped when something rigid and cool pressed against the outer folds of her cunt.
The dildo. He wasn’t going to risk penetration…he wasn’t going to risk being overcome by bloodlust.
He probed slightly, testing the give of her liquid center. She groaned, her body and mind at odds. They sputtered and hummed like a machine running too hot. She wanted to feel the sweet, familiar length of his cock, not the cool, almost alien stiffness of the dildo. As he pressed the dildo in a little farther, she felt his thumb probing, finding her clit. She struggled a little, wanting to tell him she really needed him inside her now. Her body was turbo-charged, zooming toward another climax, but her mind knew the road was a dead-end.
“Alex, please…” Her tattoo was on fire for his fangs. She twisted her neck so she could see his face. When their gazes connected she began to panic with need for him…oh God, she was losing herself!
Easy, princess. I’ll take care of you, my love. Sweet Caro-love, Caro-love, Caro-love…
The rhythmic chant quieted her mind. He pulled back once to stroke the now-slippery dildo between the cheeks of her buttocks and then with one massive thrust, he shoved it inside her pussy.
Caro exhaled audibly as the force of it rocked her forward. He grasped her hip with one hand to hold her steady as he began to pump the ebony shaft in and out, in and out. He whispered soundless words of encouragement as she leaned back into the rhythm, clenching the walls of her core to grasp the solid length more tightly. Let it come, that’s right, my love. My sweet, sweet, angel…
He tipped the dildo forward, catching her deepest sweet spots. Her inner muscles clenched in response. He gave a low, urgent groan and she wanted to cry out when she saw his lids begin to close. She wanted to look into his eyes when he made her come. And she wanted him to climax at the same time. When they did that, when they did it right—when they made love to each other and connected on every level—it was the most perfect experience she’d ever known.
She had to have that feeling again. Goddamn it, she might not ever have another chance…
“Alex, stop. I need…I want…”
“Stop!” Jack drowned out her whispered plea. His hands clenched Sherene’s gyrating hips. Her face was buried in his neck, her fingers entwined in his hair. His words were coming out as half gasps. “I want us to go off together. That means you too, Alex.”
She felt Alex release her hip, her pelvis still gyrating, the dildo a thick weight within her. She eased to her side and watched Alex stand, his cock a proud, unyielding curve against his belly, his eyes gleaming silver as he looked at Jack.
For a moment Caro thought he was going to tell Jack to fuck off. That’s definitely what the old Alex would have done. But the new Alex merely slanted him a quelling look before dropping to his knees beside the chaise.
He looked at her and his eyes mellowed to green. He gently clasped his penis, stroking himself leisurely from base to tip. Look at it, he commanded. See how much I want you.
Caro watched his index finger curve over the breadth of the weeping head. His flesh, usually so beautifully pale, gleamed in deep shades of rose and lavender there. Her pussy clenched in response, heavy and liquid, still throbbing against the dildo. She’d been just on the edge of release and as she watched Alex stroke himself, she clenched her thighs together and smoothed her hand down between her legs. Her hand stilled when she heard him call out to her mind.
No way, princess…that’s my job.
Rolling to her back, she watched him stand once more, his beautiful cock ready for ignition. He sat on the edge of the chaise, sidling his hip next to hers, smoothing her hair away from her temples, his expression a mixture of hunger, tenderness and love.
A feeling came over her that was both achingly familiar and strangely foreign. She shut her eyes against a wrenching surge of emotion, clasping her arms around her belly as the ache swept through her. Tears pricked the backs of her eyelids as he eased his hand up her thigh and then released the dildo from her body’s clenching hold, replacing the stonily rigid weight with two mobile, knowing fingers.
And then it was all too much.
There was no way she could clearly define her feelings. All she knew was that it had been five long years since Alex, the love of her life, had looked at her with that expression. Five long years of getting used to the idea that she would never be his lover again, never feel him inside her again, never feel his love fill her in the deepest of all connections.
But now here they were, playing this fucking game. She didn’t understand the rules anymore, didn’t know what any of this meant in terms of her job or her life. She’d never understood the rules when it came to Alex and being his godforsaken bloodmate. Sweet Christ, what was she doing?
She grabbed Alex’s wrist. He withdrew his seeking fingers and she immediately curled into a defensive ball. She bit back a sob, the haze of alcohol, adrenalin and sexual arousal clearing to leave only raw, exposed emotion.
“Uncle,” Alex said.
Chapter Four
Caro held her breath. Did Alex say that out loud? Nothing happened for several moments. She heard only the sound of harsh breathing, the distant gurgle of the spa, the faint, dull rush of cars on the street.
She rolled onto her side toward the windows and watched the steam rise from the hot tub and drift away in the night air. She jumped when a cool hand touched her foot.
Sherene sat on the floor at the base of the chaise, her expression concerned, her fingertips soothing as she continued to stroke the arch of Caro’s foot. A movement in the window drew her gaze. Alex. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His cock seemed impossibly erect, its candlelit reflection in the window surreal.
Jack was the first to speak. “Are you okay, Caro?”
“Umm…yeah, I think so,” she said softly.
Alex was obviously trying to regain control over his body—his eyes were closed, his fists clenched at his sides, his mouth twisted into a slight grimace.
“How about you, Alex?” Jack asked. Alex shrugged.
Sherene rose and stretched with panther-like grace. “Things were getting a little intense there, weren’t they?”
Caro sat up, every aspect of her mind and body tense, tentative. She knew Alex had cried “uncle” for her. He’d known the evening had become more than a game for her, just like he’d known she would have played it out unless he put a stop to it. How was he going to explain his actions to Jack and Sherene?
She watched the taut lines of Alex’s face loosen into a semi-smile. “Yeah, maybe that’s what happened. Things got a little intense.” Slanting a quick glance her way, he took a few steps toward the darkened windows. “Sorry, Caro. I didn’t mean to leave you high and dry.”
He took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders, his smile twi
sting into something more sardonic. “After watching Jack and Sherene’s amazing performance, I don’t think I could have saved face if Caro had found my poor old cock lacking.” He patted his cock, which had just begun to lose its rigidity.
Sherene laughed, obviously knowing complete bullshit when she heard it.
“No way, King.” Jack smiled at the leaning tower of Alex’s cock, a look of disbelief on his face. “You could out-cock me any day of the week.”
Alex shrugged, giving a soft “hmm” of doubt. He turned and walked toward the kitchen, his muscular back and tight buttocks working smoothly as he bent down to look in one of the cabinets.
Caro felt a sense of relief as he walked away. For a few moments there, she’d been afraid he would touch her again and she’d have to deal with more unwanted feelings. The night air was beginning to dry her moist skin and she shivered violently. Ugh. She felt glued to the patch of leather she was lying on. Sherene handed her a towel and Caro gave her a smile of thanks. She was really very nice. But that made sense. Alex wouldn’t partner up with someone mean or bitchy.
“Thanks, Sherene.”
Sherene bent and brushed her cheek with cool lips. “I’ll go find something for us to put on. It’s a little chilly in here now.”
Jack followed Sherene across the loft. As Caro watched Alex pour cognac into four crystal snifters, she tried to think of something to say. He picked up two snifters, swirling the amber liquid gently as he walked toward her.
“A very superior cognac for a very superior woman.” His voice and expression were wry as he handed her a glass.
“Thanks.” She gave him a smile but realized her attempt was half-assed at best. She held the cognac with both hands, wrapping her palms around the smooth crystal to warm the liquid inside.
“Drink it.” He settled down next to her. “You look like you need it.”
She breathed in the cognac’s fumes, wishing they could fortify her with some instant strength.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Alex asked softly.
“No, not really.” She shook her head. “I think I’m overwhelmed after a crazy day…flying in this afternoon, the reception and then maybe too much…everything.”
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