by Rena Marks
Her cheek lay on Beau’s chest, turned to face Aric. Aric comfortingly caressed her back and then wiped at her stray tears with his thumb.
“What happened? Are you hurt?” Aric asked.
“No, I’m fine.”
“I can smell your despair,” Beau said.
“Just a dream. I relived a…death. I could hear wolves howling in the distance.”
“Whose death, Sara?” Aric asked, his voice oddly steady.
“I don’t know. I’ve been having a psychic connection to another redheaded woman, but this was a dream, not an episode. It was just my own scary terrors, probably from Mike.”
Aric stroked the back of her hair, weaving his fingers through the soft strands.
“The police were here,” she said.
“What did you say to them?” Aric asked.
“I lied. I told them Mike dropped off the soup and left.”
“You didn’t lie. You just left out the rest of his visit and the reasoning of how he left,” Aric said.
“I’m a bad, dishonest person,” she mumbled into the front of Beau’s shirt. The tears flowed again and her sobs sounded piteous.
“Sara,” Beau said urgently. “Pack up. Come stay with me for a few days and then you can stay with Aric for a few.”
“You don’t even have to pack, sweet,” Aric said. “I have a wardrobe for you already at my house. You can stay there first and pack some of those things for your stay with Beau.”
His eyes met Beau’s for affirmation and Beau nodded, just once.
The idea was appealing. Just lock up the place and go.
She faltered for a moment. Was she ready to give up her independence?
“Come on,” Aric encouraged. “Just grab your purse. Beau and I can meet later this evening and get any personal belongings you’ll need. You don’t have to do a thing.”
“And don’t worry about having to move in with us,” Beau said. “It’s just a few days. You can return to your apartment then, if you want to.”
“I’ve never done anything so irresponsible,” she said, hiccupping around her tears.
Beau smiled. “Then try it for once in your life, baby. Grab your purse and let’s go downstairs.”
Aric’s limo was waiting alongside the curb and the three of them climbed in for the ride to his house. They entered through the darkened garage and Sara wondered why she had never noticed that Aric avoided sunlight. Oh, he was seen in daylight, but if he could, he avoided it.
As they reached the hallway inside that led to the study, Aric said to Beau, “We’ll get her safely tucked in and you and I will head back to the apartment to wrap things up.”
Beau nodded and Sara was too much in a dazed shock to be appreciative of the way they were getting along.
Footsteps sounded from the other end of the house and Francesca, followed by Raphael, burst in.
“Sara, sweetheart, are you okay?” Francesca asked, her hands holding Sara’s tearstained face up toward the light for close inspection.
Sara could actually feel her face brighten at the prospect of Francesca being there to sit with her. “I’m fine now, really. Don’t worry,” she said as she covered Francesca’s hands with her own.
The faintest growl emanated from Beau and Sara turned to him. He stared at Francesca with an intensity that was disturbing.
“Beau,” Sara said, dropping Francesca’s hands to put her hand on his arm. Her touch seemed to reassure him. “This is Francesca and her significant other, Raphael.”
Beau still stared at Francesca and Sara’s smile faltered. She wondered if he knew her, or was upset with her, or just plain didn’t like her friend.
Unperturbed, Francesca held out her hand.
“It is nice to meet you, Mr. Pierson. I’ve heard much about you.” Sara was surprised that Francesca remembered Beau’s last name from their earlier conversation.
Slowly, he reached for her hand and shook it and Sara’s smile was back in full force, relieved. He obviously hadn’t met Francesca before, it was all in her head.
Aric’s voice was soft, a murmur really. “Beau, shall we be off? Sara is in good hands with Francesca and Raphael. The sooner we start, the sooner we can finish.”
Beau tore his eyes from Francesca and nodded. He reached for Sara, pulling her close to him. He kissed her cheek and then whispered in her ear. “Call me tomorrow. I love you.”
Sara turned his head enough to kiss him thoroughly. “I will, Beau. I love you too.”
“I will return shortly, sweet. You’ll be in capable hands, remember? Anything that happens with Rafe and Francesca is simply to rekindle old friendship, strengthen old bonds, okay?” Aric said, leaning over to kiss her forehead and then leaving her with Francesca and Raphael to ponder what he’d just said.
When the door closed behind the men, Sara looked over at them with puzzled eyes. She didn’t speak for a long moment and then took a deep breath.
“Okay, I know you two have lots of answers for all of my questions, don’t you?”
Francesca looked at Rafe. “Well, she now knows about the existence of Others,” she said to him.
He nodded, but glided around to step behind Sara and lift a lock of long hair. He inhaled the fragrance of her shampoo, then leaned into her ear to whisper, “We will answer your questions, then. What would you like to know?”
“Did you know me in my previous life?”
He trailed the lightest kiss just behind her earlobe before answering. “Yes, I knew you back then. I was friends with Aric at the time and already seeing Francesca. She had just been turned.”
“So you both knew me then?”
Rafe pressed another kiss to the nape of her neck and Sara caught herself before she moaned. “Francesca was your best friend.” His voice was growing deeper, more erotic. He wrapped his arms around her, right below her breasts and she leaned back into him.
“You’re also vampires?”
Francesca was in her line of vision and nodded simply, as though Sara was really asking a question she didn’t already know the answer to.
“Will you bite me, or are you trying to seduce me?” Sara asked, more curiosity in her voice than fear. Raphael trailed his tongue down the curve of her neck, sending shivers of excitement throughout.
“Not if you don’t want it,” Francesca said. “By the way, you were the only one that called me Chessie back then. I long to hear the nickname again.”
“Chessie.”
Francesca closed her eyes, as if the name evoked memories long ago forgotten. The barest smile hit her lips. “Serra, I’ve missed you so.”
Hearing her name pronounced in the heavy, Romanian accent sent a strange shiver down her spine. She’d dreamed of her name pronounced that way and she’d heard Beau, even Aric say it that way. They couldn’t all have Romanian accents, but obviously their accents, wherever they were from, were a lot thicker in the past.
Raphael stepped into her line of vision, his dark eyes intense as he pulled the neckline of her t-shirt to the side. He lowered his head to trail a string of kisses over her bared shoulder.
“Let us take care of you, Sara,” he said, his tone cajoling. “Aric will be tied up with Beau for quite a while yet. They have a lot to work out, not only with you but with negotiations between the vampires and werewolves. Come, join us in our chambers before we die at dawn.”
“But…I love Aric. And Beau.”
Raphael stared into her eyes. “I know. They know. And they are both willing to let you find out how deeply you also love Chessie and me. It’ll be much like it was in the past.”
A shiver of anticipation wet her as she clenched her legs tightly. She willingly followed them down the hallways, hand in hand with Rafe, watching Francesca’s sexy ass sway.
Chapter Nine
Finally they reached the darkened bedroom, which Rafe had decorated earlier with candles scattered about. He moved in to light them, leaving Sara and Francesca alone.
They drifted toward th
e bed and Francesca peeled off her own dress with the slightest movement. She stood proud, high breasts thrusting outward as if they begged to be caressed. “It’s your turn tonight,” she whispered. “Let Rafe and me show you how much we love you, have always loved you.”
Rafael had stepped behind her and was ever so slowly unbuttoning her blouse, his arms reaching around her giving her a chance to refuse. When she didn’t, he pressed hot moist kisses along her spine as the material separated. Francesca reached out and pulled the spaghetti straps down Sara’s arms, freeing her breasts.
“You are so beautiful,” she whispered, her fangs distended.
Raphael pushed the rest of the dress from her hips and then knelt behind her. The thong with the tiny string that rode up between her firm round globes was the utmost temptation and took just one tug with his superhuman strength to rip the thread.
Her thong floated uselessly to the floor. He reached around her and slid a finger into her already swollen cleft.
His finger felt so good against that tender flesh. Rafe played with the slickness that coated her delicate clit.
Her knees buckled and Rafe caught her in his arms. He carried her to the bed, where he laid her gently on her back, spreading her legs.
“I have to taste you,” he whispered, his voice rough. “I’ve been dreaming of it ever since I watched Aric.”
His lips slid down her body and when he got down to her groin, he looked up at her.
The look was intense and she knew what he was going to do. Like the first day she’d met him, when he thrust a glimmer of sex over the kiss on her wrist, he was going to do it again.
This time the kiss would be over her clitoris.
He opened his lips slightly, the mimic of a French kiss and lowered to her quivering flesh.
Sensation exploded. A white-hot burst of tingling heat lavished on her sensitive organ and her entire body stiffened in shocked surprise.
His tongue speared over her slick folds, tasting her as he moaned. His moan reverberated over her sensitive skin before he flicked his tongue against her nub, quickly, over and over.
Heat exploded over her clit when he drew it into his mouth, sucking with slurping sounds.
Sara’s entire body was quivering, her breasts so tight she’d explode if someone touched them.
“We’re going to love you until you’re too sore to walk,” Rafe promised.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Sara moaned. “I have to come now.”
“How do you want to come this time?” he asked. “In my mouth? Or with my cock?”
“Later,” she gasped. “Later I want you to pound me fast and hard, like I watched you do to Francesca. Right now, I want your cock in my mouth before I explode.”
“Gladly.” He grinned and thrust his stiffness against her lips. It was deep purple and swollen hard and heavy as concrete. The wide head gleamed with tiny droplets of moisture that she licked away. Taste exploded in her mouth, tangy sweet, leaving her greedy.
Briefly, Sara felt the brush of Francesca’s hair on her inner thigh as she reached over her and began to kiss and lick Rafe’s muscular legs.
Sara opened her mouth wide and drew the mushroom-fat head into her. His eyes rolled back as she sucked fiercely, the wide head barely fitting into her mouth.
Rafe reached out and pinched her erect nipple gently.
“Ohmigod,” Sara screamed around the cock in her mouth and then clamped her lips down on him, sucking without mercy.
Rafe groaned and his burgeoning cock spurted relentlessly as hot cum squirted down her throat. Sara swallowed eagerly, again and again and tasted the salty-and-sweet cream. Then she cocooned his penis softly within the warmth of her lips, nestling it comfortingly.
Rafe pulled his still-hard cock from her mouth and collapsed on the bed next to her. Francesca lay with her head on the inside of Sara’s thigh, looking up at her wonderingly, with her own fingers still submerged inside her parted, slick nether lips.
“I still can’t believe we found you again. My best friend, you’ll be that again soon.”
Sara’s breathing had calmed and she slid down the huge bed to where Francesca lay.
Tentatively, she reached out and caressed Francesca’s cheek while she watched her friend’s fingers manipulate her clitoris.
Francesca caught her breath and Sara encouraged her to continue to find her own pleasure.
“I am that now, Chessie. Just because I don’t remember it, doesn’t mean I can’t feel it.”
Raphael reached out and used his fingers to replace Chessie’s, separating her folds, exposing the deep pink of her inner lips.
Francesca’s sex was very swollen and she seemed hypersensitive, quivering at the slightest touch. Rafe’s tongue snaked out and tasted her slick clitoris.
It was sweet, with an undefined taste there, like an early morning rain. Francesca’s taste, a familiar taste to him after so many pleasurable centuries.
Francesca sucked her breath in and her hand reached down to caress Sara’s cheek, in return Raphael traced his way farther down the cleft before him and dipped his tongue into Francesca’s channel.
Her vagina was hot and she clenched her passage around his tongue, little gripping movements. Sara found satisfaction in watching him drive Francesca wild.
He clamped his mouth over Francesca’s sex and sucked hard. Rafe alternately sucked and French-kissed the sexy spot, using the hard, elongated nub as a tongue.
Francesca erupted, grinding herself against his mouth. Francesca screamed her own pleasure as her entire nether region shook and quivered and Rafe stilled his sucking, just allowing the wet warmth of his mouth to comfort Francesca’s frantically gasping flesh.
Rafe’s incredible cock quivered in anticipation when he felt Sara unroll a condom onto him.
He then moved behind Sara and he spread her bent legs. Sara opened them willingly, knowing that with her ass up in the air, it exposed her fully to his view. She felt the thrill of anticipation.
Rafe rammed his huge cock into her wet flesh in one smooth move.
“Oh,” she moaned, her pleasure so intense she wondered how she’d lived so long without it.
And then he began to fuck her, fast deep strokes, just like she’d begged for. With her body angled that way, he reached deep inside her, the underside of his cock stroking a spot low inside her belly that tingled. Her G-spot.
Then Raphael’s cock pushed her over the edge into her own explosion as his stiff hardness filled her suddenly tight passage. She was in the throes of her climax when he groaned and reached around to find her clit.
Taking her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, he massaged it roughly and sent her into another immediate explosion so intense she thought she’d die from the sheer pleasure.
She fell to the side, exhausted, when all three orgasms finally finished and Rafe pulled out of her slowly. Tiny little aftershocks quivered through her flesh and she felt the condom leave her tightly strung body as he pulled out and disposed of it.
Rafe grabbed a towel and wiped the women before taking Sara into his arms and snuggling her into bed with them. He kissed the top of her head and the last thing he said before Sara fell into an exhausted slumber was, “Sleep, Sara. I forget you’re human.”
It was a few minutes before dawn when the door opened. Sara and Francesca were asleep, but Rafe lay awake, both of them still cuddled into his arms.
He watched Aric approach the bed, taking in the sight of all three naked figures.
“She had a good time?”
“She’s properly exhausted.” Rafe grinned, his own look worn-out, too. Yet he’d fought against sleep, waiting for Aric to return.
Aric took the sleeping woman from his arms and kissed her forehead soothingly when she stirred. Then he carried her to his own bed and tucked her in.
Chapter Ten
It was nearly two in the afternoon when she awoke, curled into Aric’s cold arms. She made her way to the bathroom, where she shower
ed and brushed her teeth, then wandered back to the bedroom to see if he’d woken up.
She realized she had no idea when a vampire awakens. Maybe it was related to how tired one was.
She slid back into the bed and felt his skin. He was still cold to the touch. His skin was perfect, like marble and she caressed his arm. Feeling a little freaked out, she wrapped his arms back around her.
Suddenly, she heard a harsh intake of breath and his skin literally warmed against hers. His first breath of life for the day and he opened his eyes to her.
“Good morning,” she greeted.
“A perfect day,” he agreed, leaning over to kiss her. The stubble on his jaw rasped across her smooth skin. “This is a first. Waking up with you.”
“We’ll have many firsts,” she said, as she wrapped slender arms around his neck. He turned, bringing his body atop hers and pressing his erection into her spread thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
Hot, heavy moisture slicked along her sheath. He ground his erection onto her, pressing against her clitoris with its hardness.
“Slip it inside,” she encouraged.
He smiled. “Another first. No foreplay?”
“Please. I’ve been awake for ages, watching a sexy, naked man sleep. I don’t need foreplay.”
He grabbed a condom and slid his hardness into her well of moisture. He was bathed in silken cream, buried to the hilt. He rocked gently, slowly into her.
“See?” she said, her lips curved into a smile.
“I know another first,” he said, his expression blank. His slow, methodical thrust stilled. “You and Beau told each other ‘I love you’ last night.”
“Umm,” she agreed. “We did.”
She was nonchalant until she realized his blank expression was a defensive mechanism. He was hurt, wondering if he was second best.
“Aric?” she asked, tilting her hips upward, making him go deeper into her, deep enough to touch her womb.
