Thrice United

by Lauren Dane

  Rhett pulled her jeans open and off and her panties followed. She heard him move the chair and settle between her thighs as Nate continued to tease and tantalize her breasts with teeth and tongue, big hands stroking over her belly and up her ribs.

  Her hands cradled Rhett’s skull as he moved in to lap at her pussy. He ate her like she was the best thing he’d ever had, as if the very thought of letting even a drop of her honey go untasted was a terrible crime.

  Damn, he was really good at that. Holly groaned low as Rhett fluttered his tongue over her pussy, giving special attention to her clit, his fingers slowly stroking into her body. Without conscious thought, Holly’s hips churned. She pressed herself into Rhett’s face and he made a pleased hum that vibrated through her.

  Heat arced up Holly’s spine as she caught the glint of Nate’s incisors as he moved his mouth over her nipples. The sight of those sharp predator’s teeth turned her on. The juxtaposition of the savage power hinted at in those teeth and in those muscles contrasted with the gentleness with which he treated her amazed and touched her deeply.

  “Bite me,” she whispered and Rhett and Nate struck simultaneously. Screaming out, climax rode her, holding her in its tight maw. Her pussy clasped at the fingers stroking into her. Her nipples stabbed toward the ceiling and her body flooded with pleasure as she gave her life’s most basic essence to these men.

  Rhett only took a small amount, he was sure Nate did as well. They’d both need to feed later but for now, she was all he needed. Standing, he nudged the head of his cock against her entrance and slid inside, bit by agonizing bit. Her inner muscles still rippled with the memory of the orgasm she’d just had. Looking up, he watched Holly’s eyes slide from him up to Nate’s face. Watched a different sort of light come into her when she connected with him. He felt a moment of intense desire to own her, for it to be just the two of them. Frustration and resentment warred with what he knew to be their reality. Sharing was what had to happen, there was no way around it, even if he had to deal with his feelings.

  Sensing his tumultuous emotions, Holly broke her gaze with Nate and got up on her elbows to look at Rhett with tenderness and concern.

  Seeing this moment, Nate backed off. Quickly pulling on a shirt, he quietly left to go feed, leaving the two of them alone. Rhett felt a bit petty for a moment but then realized that there would be decades for them to work it all out, to share each other. Tonight, right then, she was his.

  Leaning forward, he picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he carried her upstairs and into his bedroom. They’d slept in Nate’s the night before, another thing they’d have to work out. Rhett’s room was old-world elegance rather than new-world goth. A large cherry sleigh bed with light-colored linens dominated the room. Built-in bookshelves lined the walls and a window seat graced one bay window.

  Laying her down gently, he followed, never leaving the haven of her body with his own. He settled within the cradle of her thighs and rocked slowly—not really thrusting—just enjoying the feeling of being enmeshed with the woman who made him complete.

  “I love you, Holly.” He said it softly and the fear in her eyes eased and she gave him a small smile. He felt the elation move through her but also her fear of losing what they had. Losing them. Fear that it wasn’t real or lasting. “It’s not going to go away, honey. It’s real. Why can’t you see it?”

  Emotion flooded through her body. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head, unable to speak. She could see it, she just didn’t know if she could believe it. Believe in herself. When it came right down to it, she still had no idea why two men who looked like them would be interested in her.

  Instead she stretched her neck and kissed him. Grabbing his bottom lip between her teeth, she rolled her hips, taking him deeper, relieved that he let her distract him for the time being.

  He rolled over and she was astride him. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders and arms, so long it stroked over his abdomen. Time seemed to stop as their gazes locked and after a few beats, they found a rhythm.

  Rhett’s hands kneaded her breasts, nipples peeking between his fingers. Each pinch or tug shot straight to her clit. The head of his cock stroked over her sweet spot each time he met her body with his own upward thrust. She leaned forward, her clit brushing with deliberate friction as she ground into his body, teasing them both with a swivel of her hips.

  As she looked up at him, his beauty startled her. The depth of what he made her feel yawned beneath her like a big, scary crevasse. But she couldn’t deny that it also felt sweet and frankly, it was useless to resist it. If she lost him, she’d lose him. But she couldn’t keep from loving him. Not with his inky black hair spread around his head, framing his face. Those gorgeous brown eyes looked right into her soul, her heart. He looked like a thoroughly fallen angel—beautiful beyond description but life etched beside his eyes, in the cant of his smile.

  Rhett felt her open the door into herself a bit as she gazed down at him. Above him she rose, the curve of her breasts gently swaying with her movement. Her skin had the loveliest pink flush. So filled with life, her eyes shone with the greedy lust that consumed them both and the glow of the depth of connection they held.

  One of his hands trailed down her body, the tips of his fingers finding her clit and circling it slowly, occasionally sliding down to touch the spot where they were joined. The sensation was delicate as he stretched the folds of her sex, bringing her skin to stroke against itself.

  He watched her eyes slide half shut and that juicy bottom lip catch between her teeth. “Come for me again, honey. Give me another,” he urged her softly.

  Her head fell back as a deep moan came from her lips as orgasm washed over her. Clamping down on him, the inner walls of her pussy rippled, pulling at his cock, sucking him back into her body each time she pulled up, retreating.

  Arching up, back bowed, he made one last thrust up into her body, holding that position as his body emptied—pouring his pleasure—into hers.

  After the world stilled again, he moved, tipping her to the side so that he could wrap his arms around her, pulling her into the shelter of his body.

  * * * * *

  Nate walked into the house and straight into the bathroom adjoining his room. Rhett had gotten his time with Holly and now it was his turn.

  The well of his hunger for her appeared bottomless. He woke up aching for her—aching to be inside of her, to hear her voice, feel her skin under his hands, beneath his lips, responding to him, warming to his presence. He wanted to know her in every situation, to hear her giggle, to watch her come with her arms tied, rope knots up her back, to see her skin pinken after he flogged her.

  He knew Holly would be the perfect sub. She was strong—really strong—and knew she was capable of surviving and overcoming. While she clearly had self-esteem issues, he felt like once she understood just what she did to his system, how much he desired her on every level, she would joyfully submit to him.

  He knew they’d never have a stronger bond but he also knew it would be different than the one she had with Rhett. Each one of them would fill a missing, empty spot in the other. In that sense he could share her with Rhett but it was still difficult to know that the woman you loved also loved someone else.

  He gave them an hour and was just getting ready to go into Rhett’s room and take her out bodily when the door opened and he heard her footsteps coming toward him. In the background he caught Rhett’s promise to be back in a while and an imperious reminder that they would flesh out the details of their living situation just before he took the stairs and left the house.

  Nate went and stood in the doorway, watching her come to him. One of Rhett’s robes was hanging from her body provocatively, the creamy flesh of her shoulder exposed. She was all the more alluring in that she had no idea of her appeal.

  “I’ve got a bath running for us now.” Taking her hand, he led her into the bathroom.

  Clutching the front of her robe close to her body, she looke
d up at him shyly. Putting his hands over hers gently, he moved them apart so the robe slipped open and down, hanging from her elbows. Most of the material pooled in a spill of midnight blue silk at her feet, framing her.

  Pulling the robe the rest of the way off, he laid it aside and stepped into the large tub. Sitting down, he widened his thighs and waggled a brow in her direction.

  Blushing, hands over her body, she stepped into the water and quickly sat down, back against his chest.

  Making a tsking sound, he placed her hands on the side of the tub before filling a cup with water to pour over her hair. Gentle hands massaged shampoo into it, massaging her scalp.

  “Do you feel all right, sweetness? We didn’t take too much blood, did we?”

  Dragging her eyes open, she tipped her head back to look into his eyes. “I feel wonderful.”

  “You are wonderful.”

  He felt something inside of her deny it and he shook his head. “Listen to me, Holly. You can’t keep us out. We’re all a unit, a group. If you don’t open to us fully, it won’t work. It’s going to be hard enough with two vampire males sharing a mate, let’s not make things worse. You have to trust what you know is true.”

  Sighing, she nodded as she got to her knees. Turning to face him, she soaped a washcloth and began to cleanse him. Loving the feel of her hands on him, he lazily accepted her ministrations, knowing they were each learning the other.

  Beads of water glittered like diamonds against the pale peaches and cream of her flesh. Wanting to take care of her, he washed her hair and massaged her dry after they finished. Taking her back into the bedroom, he moved close, breathing her in. She smelled his and Nate’s system roared with possessiveness.

  He loved the way it seemed as if she was unable to stop running her hands over his skin. Her small hands stroked across the muscles of his chest and upper arms, down over the hard, flat surface of his abdomen, just above the flesh of his cock as it jutted up against his body, seeking her attention.

  Wanting to give her the freedom to explore him, he stood as still as he could, loving the way her hands felt against his muscles. Although she’d been shy, curiosity and desire emboldened her bit by bit.

  Reaching back to the dresser behind him, he pulled out the wrist restraints and held them in front of himself. When she saw them, her breath hitched and her pupils widened. Knowing she liked it, that she responded in such a way, made it hard for him to think a moment. Holly made him complete in a way he understood at that moment he’d been waiting to feel his whole life.

  “Hold your hands out,” he said softly and she immediately obeyed. Caressing her wrists, he kissed her pulse point, feeling it jump beneath his lips as he did. Smiling wickedly, he put the restraints around each wrist and made sure they were tight but not painful.

  “If this ever goes into a place where you’re uncomfortable or afraid, or you just want me to stop, I want you to use a safe word. That way you can struggle and cry out but I won’t stop unless you say the word. It’s more fun that way. You can feel free to say or do whatever you want but you’ll always have the safe word and it only means one thing.” Wearing a faint smile, he led her back toward the bed. Positioning her just so, he wove a chain between the two wrists and pulled it taut to the hook at the head of the bed, securing it there.

  “Our safe word is red.” He looked down at her and shook his head. “Never mind. I could easily see calling you red with that hair. How about pasta? Something you wouldn’t normally say during sex. Okay?”

  She wasn’t an expert or anything but she knew enough to know what a safe word was. Clearly he was into BDSM and a part of her deep down thrilled at the anticipation of what he might do.

  “Pasta. Got it,” she said with a nod, proud that her voice didn’t break.

  “I’m never going to hurt you, sweetness,” he assured her as he got on all fours over her body. “And I’m not interested in humiliating you either. We can work things through as we go. Find things we like, things we don’t.”

  Nodding, she arched, trying to make contact with his body and he laughed. “Eager? Good, let’s see what we can do about that.”

  And he was gone, off the bed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him pull something out of a drawer. Her eyes widened and something twisted in her stomach when he turned. In his hand he held a small flogger. Twirling it deftly, the wide leather tails made a slithering sound that brought a gush of honey from her pussy. With a flick of his wrist the straps hit his palm and a gasp of delight burst from her. He looked into her eyes, surprised and very pleased if the sight of his ever-hardening cock was any indicator.

  “I like the way it sounds too,” he said silkily, moving to her. The flogger came down quickly, the tails caressing the flesh of her breasts.

  “Oh!” Her voice was breathy as he struck again, the tips of the tails just barely touching her nipples. The sound of contact echoed, a louder crack, but only pleasure radiated from the strike.

  What followed was the most intense thing she’d ever experienced. With expert precision, the tails of the flogger caressed, flicked and slapped her flesh from the tops of her thighs to her shoulders. Some of the strikes stung but others, particularly those on her breasts and against her mound, were more like a soft stroke of the leather. A fire built in her flesh, her cunt was swollen and slick, nipples hard. She began to slip under the intoxication of the sensation, to slip away into a place that was soft and warm. She left it to him, gave up her safety and pleasure to Nate’s hands.

  When her flesh had taken on a rosy hue and her eyes were glassy—fallen under the lethargy of desire—Nate laid the flogger aside. Kneeling over her, he licked from the top of her mound to the hollow of her throat. The blood so close to the surface of her skin from the flogging incited him, called out to his senses.

  Taking her lips with his own, he drowned in her taste. She was everything and his body, his heart and mind simply accepted it. She was what he needed, what he craved most, and she was all of that simply by existing.

  Her tongue was shy against his for a few moments, but soon her body was arching to touch his. Her teeth nipped at his lip and because her hands were bound, she wrapped one leg around his ass to pull him closer.

  Fingertips traced the inside of her upraised arms, over the curves at the sides of her breasts, down each rib and over the swell of her hips and thighs. He rubbed the shaft of his cock against her, the head caressing her clit. She was slippery and the breath hitched in her chest.

  Opening the vein-rich skin just above her breast, he sipped her.

  A quick intake of breath and a long sigh turned into a keening cry as her orgasm hit. Quickly, he adjusted his hips and his cock slid into her. The muscles of her pussy clutched with pleasure, welcoming him.

  “Yessss,” he hissed, hilting himself within her.

  She moved her legs to hook her ankles just above his ass. Back bowing, her body pulled against the chains but the restraints kept her arms above her head. Kept her body displayed just the way he wanted it.

  The sheath of her pussy caressed him, pulled at him, drew him in with a heated embrace. Her lips were parted and glossy and he couldn’t help returning over and over to taste her there. Her eyes were glassy and held only him as she gazed up into his face. They fell into each other as he moved over her and into her.

  Torturing them both, he delivered sinuous, slow strokes, drawing the lovemaking out for long minutes. But the call of her body was too strong after a while and he poured himself into her, his cock never wanting to leave the silky clasp of her body. She was a miracle, the very thing that made everything right in his world, and that shook him and comforted him at the same time.

  He was still wrapped around her body, a fingertip tracing the bones of her cheeks and brows, when he heard Rhett come in downstairs.

  “We need to go downstairs and talk about things,” he said, reaching up to undo the restraints, gently rubbing her wrists before kissing them softly. He took in the pinkened hue of he
r flesh from her climax and the kiss of the flogger. Marking her that way turned him on immensely.

  “Things?” Her words were slurred a bit. She was still under the influence of his bite and of the flogging.

  Chuckling, he kissed her nose before rolling out of bed. He pulled on a pair of drawstring pants but stayed shirtless. The man looked good.

  Holly hoped her clutching the sheet looked nonchalant instead of desperate to hide her body. Grabbing for the robe, Nate sighed and picked it up, wrapping her in it himself.

  “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, tying it at the side, kissing her forehead. She wished she could believe it.

  Taking the hand he held out, she followed him out of the room and downstairs.

  * * * * *

  Looking up, Rhett’s stomach clenched when he saw them walk in together. Holly bore the flushed, extremely satisfied look of a woman who’d been fucked well and truly. He also saw the pink flesh of her chest and realized that Nate had most likely flogged her.

  Nate’s gaze locked with Rhett’s and he sat Holly down, moving to get himself a glass of wine. Rhett knew Nate recognized his feelings and was giving him a bit of distance. They’d all have to work together to get past the anger and the jealousy. When he walked back into the room he deliberately sat on the low table across from where she was on the couch so that Rhett could sit next to her. Meeting his eyes, Rhett nodded at him, thanking him for the gesture.

  “We need to get your stuff out of the garage and into the house.” Rhett kissed her hand.

  She looked confused. “Huh?”

  “From your apartment. It all arrived here about three hours ago. I’m surprised you didn’t hear it. Then again, the kitchen is on the far side of the house from the garage.”

  “Come again? You did what?” Incredulous, she sat forward on the couch.

  “You said you were going to call the landlord today and our assistant said that the guy was letting you out of your lease. It’s all packed safely, don’t worry, I’m certain that they did a professional job of it,” Nate said matter-of-factly.