by Rena Marks
Beau was more than ready to play. He eagerly looked at the luscious nude body before him and when Sara stopped, pausing Francesca before him, he reached out and ripped the filmy material from her body, exposing pale vampire flesh.
He watched when Sara’s fingers reached around to find the glistening pink folds and rubbed gently. He took the fingers that were delving into the swollen flesh and sucked them.
“I’ve never been with a vampire,” he said, against the fingers of his mate.
Francesca lifted her head from where it lay back on Sara’s shoulder and looked directly into his eyes. “Careful, sometimes we bite. You’ll like it.”
“You bit as a human, if I remember correctly.”
“Beau, you’ve been with Francesca?” Sara asked and truly missed the loss of her memory. The sight of the two of them together was something she really wanted to see.
“Yes. Back when you and she were playful witches, frolicking about nude under the moonlight, performing rituals and ceremonies the rest of us could only guess at. Back before Aric turned her.”
“You enjoyed her then? How about now?”
“Let me nibble first, see if she tastes the same and then I’ll let you know,” Beau said, his blue gaze penetrating. He leaned back on the bed and Sara helped Francesca straddle his open mouth.
Francesca lowered her bald, nether lips to him and almost jerked at the first passing of his tongue. “Ohmigod,” she said to Sara, “his mouth is so hot.”
Sara nodded, pleased that Francesca could experience this and pleased that Beau was willing to share.
Francesca thought she misunderstood. “No, I mean hot as in temperature. He’s hotter, at least ten degrees. An oven,” she moaned.
“I know, sweetie. Magnificent, isn’t it? You’re not going to be able to last long at all.”
Francesca lowered her quivering body back down and began gasping for air, her moans frantic as she arched her back and thrust her pointed nipples into the air.
Sara leaned back and studied the cock that was stiffly protruding over the nest of coarse, blond curls. Her eyes roved over the thick, muscular thighs and took in the turgid cock. It was hard and swollen, pointed north and slightly curved. The head was purple and it looked smooth and silky. Leaning over, she sucked it into her own mouth, wanting to swallow his climax when it came.
Her gown was being pushed up over her hips and then a long, cool latex-covered cock slid into her dripping passage.
“Oh, Aric,” she moaned around the heady thickness of her mate.
Aric moved slowly at first, reaching deep spots inside her, teasing, stroking, feeling every swollen inch of her. Cool long fingers spread her cheeks and massaged the passageway between them.
She arched her back and savored the incredible sensations Aric knew how to evoke from her. Then, she realized, Aric knew her from before. He knew what she craved as Seraphina and he used that knowledge to his advantage this century.
Her inner sheath was so swollen it felt tight around his cock. She knew he felt the same when his hard shaft quivered in her body and he fought to control himself. She began to thrust with him, her hips swinging backward to meet his force.
Beau was close and by Francesca’s high-pitched wails, she was nearly there. When Francesca came, Beau rammed his cock up into Sara’s mouth and Sara cupped his balls, feeling the explosion start from there as they quivered and the hot seed exploded down her throat. She drank him down, greedily, forcing more from his body as he bucked and jerked.
Aric pounded her from behind, forcing her to climax before him. The waves of ecstasy hit deep inside her, the scent and taste of wolf cock still in her mouth and she cried out around the still stiff cock.
She rode the waves, letting them wash over her like waves lapping up on shore and then Aric groaned and spurted deep within her. He came so long and hard that she felt the vibrations of his orgasm deep inside her swollen muscles.
Aric and Beau moved up to the pillows on top of the bed, their cocks limp and depleted while Sara disposed of the condom and retrieved warm cloths for her and Francesca to clean up with.
They wiped themselves slowly and Sara was starting to get turned on again with the sight of Francesca spreading her legs to clean the swollen, reddened flesh that had been tongued to completion.
Sara wiped at her own inner thighs and looked up to see Francesca’s eyes on her sex and knew she felt the same way.
* * * * *
Some voices in the crowd were yelling, others were subdued, knowing it could easily be them in the center of the bonfire.
Instead, two young women were tied to the posts. One black-haired, the other with locks of deep red.
The fires lit and grew in size until they nearly reached the feet of the bound women.
“Burn, witches, return to the flames of hell,” called out the hooded priest, with his best voice of righteous indignation.
The flames licked at the dry wood, quickly catching. The smell of bonfire turned the true witch’s stomach. Instead of screaming, which was considered the “true proof” of being a witch, the women reached out for each other and locked hands, tears cutting trails down their soot-streaked cheeks as they gazed at each other.
At once, the flames exploded, sweeping six feet high, well over the heads of the women.
In the flash of an eye, a bolt of lightning arced across the clear sky and directly into the bonfire. To the rage-filled crowd, it appeared as though the heavens above consented and aided the fire. But when the electric glow dissipated, the women had disappeared, as though they’d been struck to hell.
Gwynneth felt like cheering. She felt like laughing and crying at the same time. She hated this reality, in which her “daughters” were burned at the stake after Sara made the horrible mistake of choosing one man over the other.
But the missing bodies could only mean one wonderful thing. Because she knew that several centuries in the future, Sara Michaels had achieved her goal.
* * * * *
Chessie pulled Sara’s head close to hers.
“I need you,” she moaned and licked at her throat. Sara knew what she needed—a feeding. Vampire to her human servant, a magnified need that only the two of them craved between them.
The thought of it made her core instantly heat, threatening to ignite and moisture overflowed to trickle along her thighs.
“Where do you need it?” Sara whispered, letting a finger rove over the head of Aric’s cock while Chessie watched.
Chessie laughed, her rich voice rolling over Sara like a shiver. “I’d like to feed while you take that vampire cock into your body.”
Aric instantly pulled Sara onto his hard body, sinking into her flesh, while Chessie climbed behind Sara and licked the side of her neck.
She opened her mouth wider, trying to take as much of the sweet throat before her as she could, knowing her bite would bring Sara the ultimate satisfaction with her body filled with Aric. Sara squirmed, opening her thighs wide to straddle Aric’s waist, rubbing her clitoris pleasurably against the coarse hair there. When Chessie bit, Sara exploded, grinding her pelvis onto the hard cock below her.
* * * * *
The puritan priest narrowed his eyes as he stared at the fire and then fixed his gaze on the crowd. He knew the women had disappeared before burning.
His cloak caught on a gust of wind, whipping it from his head and the face of the future Mike Johnson looked over the crowd.
Gwynneth hurried away, hating to know so many secrets in so many realities, each and every one intertwined.
“Oh what a tangled web we weave…” she chanted.
The crowd parted for her, many people wary. For everyone knew the old woman was crazy.
* * * * *
Forcibly, Beau flipped Chessie onto her back and spread her thighs. He ground his sex into hers, their pelvises frantically rubbing rhythmically against each other, pressing and releasing, creating a friction between them that would become explosive. Beau lowered his
mouth to the blood that stained Chessie’s mouth and welcomed the taste of his own Seraphina on another.
* * * * *
Gwynneth returned to Serra’s side, in the reality in which it was the night of the full moon. The changed Beau howled in the distance, wanting to get to Serra but unable. Although she couldn’t hear Aric, she knew he also waited at the gated entrance, unable to step upon consecrated grounds.
Serra was gasping upon the bed, the dagger in her hand. “Well, is it worth it, Gwynneth?”
“Aye, my love. It will all work out, ye are stronger than ye realize in the future.”
“The three of us shall be happy finally?”
“Aye, along with Francesca and Raphael. All will be as it should.”
“Okay. I’m ready to end this, then.”
“Yes, my love. And I shall be here. This time, ye will not die alone. It will be happy and peaceful, because I will tell ye stories of the future and of how much yer wolf and vampire love ye.”
Gwynneth, the trusted high priestess of the coven that she and Francesca belonged to, lit expensive, scented candles around the bed. It was unlike anything Seraphina had seen, the smell sweet and exotic, the wax smooth and foreign.
“What is that?”
“Something from the future, sweetness. Smell the fragrance? Unlike anything we have here. The happiness that occurs from the scent? This is what ye shall know next, immediately after this night.”
“And you’ll be there for me? In the future? In case I don’t remember any of this?”
“Aye, that’s what the candles are for. Not only to make your transition pleasant, but to guarantee me own passage there. Relax now, sweet. Finish it when ye are ready.”
* * * * *
Francesca left early, worried about Rafael being on his own for too long. And as long as it was still night, she could shift shape and fly home as a bat rather than needing the protection of a private jet, which took longer anyhow.
She and Raphael were packing up and moving back here to the States, now that Sara was her human servant. She couldn’t stand to be so far away, needing to reach out and stroke her once in a while to be sure her sole food source was real.
Sara felt the same need herself and agreed fully to Francesca and Rafe moving back.
“I think we need one more threesome to relieve me and Aric, since we mostly watched the last time.” Beau grinned.
“I agree,” Aric said quickly, a smile upon his handsome face. “We have at least another hour before dawn.”
Sara almost rose to the teasing, ready to argue that they were very active, when she realized it was to her benefit to simply agree.
* * * * *
One last thing to accomplish.
Gwynneth slipped through time and appeared in Beau’s office.
He stared, as if he’d seen a ghost. Well, to him she would have been. It’d been centuries since he’d seen her last.
“Do ye still love yer Seraphina?” Gwynneth asked.
“Witch,” he growled. “Where is she?”
“She will be here soon. In the meantime, ye must become a client of the business called Simply Dinner Solutions. They prepare meals.”
“How will I know her? Will she look the same?”
“Very similar, for her life is unresolved. And trust me, ye will know when ye see her. Yer soul will never forget hers.”
She left him then and he smiled grimly. He’d get to her before Aric.
Gwynneth appeared in the vampire home of Aric Ishee next.
“Yer friends, Francesca and Raphael, must come to visit now. It is time.”
“Where is she?”
“Born again.”
* * * * *
For now, Sara lay with her lovers, holding a hand in each of hers. Beau’s, darkly tanned and long-fingered and Aric’s, masculine and lightly sprinkled with a fine dusting of hairs. Finally sated, the smell of sex still in the air, the three of them waited for dawn.
“Did you guys enjoy everything tonight?” she asked, bringing both hands up to her mouth to kiss.
“What man doesn’t enjoy two beautiful women?” Aric asked wryly.
“Beau? How was your first experience with a vampire?”
“I think I could get used to vampires, Sara,” he said and looked over at Aric.
“I’m so glad, my love,” she told him, as she swung her body over his. “Now about that threesome…” her voice trailed off as she rubbed herself against his coarse hair and she turned her head to glance at Aric.
Beau caught his hands around her waist, marveling at the way he could enclose it with his palms alone.
He looked over at his enemy and he raised his hand, open-palmed.
Aric clasped his hand over Beau’s.
This time, they beat the odds.
About the Author
Rena Marks spends her days fantasizing. Lucky for her fans, she’s decided to pen those dreams.
Her first love is romance, her second paranormal. Blend the two and you get sensual, erotic stories with a hint of magic!
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