by Eden Bradley
“Soon enough,” the blond whispered to her, his voice tinged with a French accent.
She heard his name in her head, like some distant sort of echo. Aleron. And then the other, the tone gentler, full of smoke, and she’d known his voice would sound just like that. Hex.
Their hands were everywhere at once then, stroking her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, the small of her back. Their mouths followed, their lips surprisingly warm as Aleron lifted her arm and trailed kisses down that sensitive skin on the inside of her forearm, Hex kissing her back. Small, fleeting kisses, too fleeting. Pleasure like fire skittering over her skin, making her tremble. Her pussy was soaked, throbbing. Needing.
“We hear you,” Aleron told her quietly.
Hex took her then, turning her in his arms so that she faced him. The masculine beauty of his face was staggering, his eyes so dark they were nearly as black as his hair, with shots of whiskey and amber lighting them, and unbelievably long lashes. His mouth was ripe, the tips of his eyeteeth resting on that lush flesh. She swallowed, unable to speak, to think. He smiled at her, and his smile was like pleasure itself, working its way deep inside her body.
“We know you, Nissa,” he said, his voice that low, husky whisper she’d known it would be. “We know you, and we are here to give you what you need. What you desire. You want us, yes?”
She nodded her head, her throat dry, and it was several moments before she was able to speak. “Yes. Yes…”
“And we want you. Beautiful Nissa. Beautiful girl.”
She shivered once more, his words, his voice, almost as lovely as his touch. Then he did touch her, his hands gathering her bare breasts, kneading them gently, then a bit harder. And she leaned into him, sighing with pleasure as he took her nipples between his fingers, pinching, twisting. Oh yes, pleasure and pain and the exquisite knowledge of what they were. Vampires. Immortal. And she had some sense of the eternity of their existence, as though they fed her a bit of it, along with the ghostly sensations of what each of them was feeling.
She blinked, found them both staring at her face—blazing blue eyes and hot liquid brown. Aleron gave the slightest nod of his chin before slipping back behind her, his hard body pressed against her spine, like sun-warmed stone. Hex smiled before lowering his face to hers and kissing her.
God, his lips, like nothing she’d ever felt before in her life. Hard and soft, yielding yet unyielding. Then his tongue, as hot and silky as any human’s, yet sweeter, more pure, somehow, pushing its way between her lips, twining with her tongue.
Love him already…
And the pleasure pushing its way into her body in long, undulating shivers of desire. She was lost in the kiss, in him.
Hex.
Aleron put his hands on her once more, stroking her hips, her thighs, impossible feather-light strokes. She’d never imagined one of them could be so gentle. And her sex was lighting up with need, wet and hurting.
When Hex pulled away to look into her eyes once more with that riveting gaze, she whispered, “Please touch me.”
Hex’s hands came down to cover Aleron’s, and together they slipped their palms between her thighs, four sets of fingers brushing the curls there, the swollen lips.
“Ohhh…”
She could hardly believe this was happening.
Don’t think. Just feel.
“Ah, so wet for us,” Aleron whispered into her hair.
“Yes…”
She arched her hips into their touch, but they pulled away.
“Not yet, not like this,” Aleron said. “I want her on the bed. I want her open to us completely.”
They guided her, helped her climb onto the high, velvet-covered bed, laid her out on her back. They stood, one on each side of the bed, and she was trembling all over.
Need you. Please.
Aleron’s voice was so low she had to strain to hear him. “Yes, Nissa. You shall have us both. And we shall have you. With our hands. With our mouths. With our cocks. And with our teeth. We will drink from you. You will have the Seeking Kiss tonight.”
She was shaking so hard she could barely hold still. This was what she’d wanted for so long. And it was happening. Her mind was a tangle of need, sharpened by an edge of fear. What would it really be like, to have them drink from her?
“You are about to find out, beautiful Nissa,” Hex told her. His eyes were glowing amber in the dim light, and she felt some of his power in his gaze. Not as strong as Aleron’s, but it was there, palpable.
“Yes,” Aleron said, “I am older than he is, by centuries. And the Kiss will be different with each of us. But you will love it. You will drown in it a little. But we will care for you. You have nothing to fear.”
Their hands were on her then once more, long strokes down the length of her body: her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach and the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrists, until she thought she might die simply from needing them to really touch her.
“Please…” she begged.
A small laugh from Aleron. “Ah, she grows impatient.”
And before she had a chance to think, his hand was between her thighs, his fingers pushing into her needy pussy.
“Oh!”
Pleasure like a knife, that keen, that sharp, stabbing into her body. Her back arched, she came up off the bed, but Hex was there, holding her down, his hands warm and solid on her hip and shoulder, grounding her somehow.
“Hex… I need you… I need you to kiss me.”
He smiled, his teeth a stunning flash of white, the long canines glinting. Then he lowered his head, his mouth pressing to hers. And his tongue sliding into her mouth, all soft and hot, was like Aleron’s fingers working inside her, pushing, pushing, into her pussy, into her mouth. She was writhing on the bed, her body on that lovely edge already. Her mind was spinning.
Hands held her down, pressing onto her belly, her breasts, her thighs, as the first wave hit her. And Hex’s tongue in her mouth, Aleron’s fingers deep in her sex, pumping, thrusting, until she couldn’t take it any longer.
She cried out as she came, pure ecstasy shimmering through her in glass-sharp waves. Pleasure rose, higher and higher, her body, her mind, filling with nothing but sensation, coursing through her, taking her over. She was yelling, out of control. Lost.
When she opened her eyes she was in Hex’s arms, half lying in his lap as he sat behind her on the bed. She could feel the flawless surface of his chest and stomach against her back, his bare skin an absolute epiphany against hers. Lovely.
Aleron still stood, smiling down at her.
“That was beautiful, Nissa. You are beautiful. But the night just begins.”
Their love will span the ages…and two very different worlds.
Dragon Storm
© 2009 Bianca D’Arc
Dragon Knights, Book 6
Caught in a magical storm and deposited on modern-day Earth, twin dragon princes Darius and Connor are looking for a way home. Instead they find something most unexpected—their mate. The one woman who holds both their hearts in the palm of her healing hand—along with secrets about her origins that link their shared destinies.
When Josie patches up the injured man on her doorstep, her snowcat instincts tell her he’s much more than a man. And so is his brother. She also knows her dragon lovers cannot fly free on Earth. The only way to return them to their rightful place is to face the failures of her past, and leave the safety of her Oregon cabin to seek her estranged grandfather’s counsel. There she learns the painful truth: returning Darius and Connor to where they belong could mean giving up everything. Even her only chance for true love.
But fate has other plans for the trio. Magic swirls all around them. Whether it is for good or ill, only time will tell…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Dragon Storm:
Later that night, when they returned to their room, it was clear someone had been there. Items appeared that hadn’t been there before. Connor took a bundle of cloth from the bed wi
th a huge grin and placed it in Josie’s hands.
“What’s this for?” She held up the odd bits of clothing he’d handed her.
“We’re going to walk you through some of the dances you’ll be expected to perform with us tomorrow.” Connor seemed perfectly serious, but she could feel the purr of excitement simmering just below the surface. “Candis loaned us this for now, but I’m sure there will be fancier clothing waiting for you at the castle. Shanya is probably ordering it made, based on her visions of the future.”
Josie was intrigued again by talk of this girl who saw the future, but the jealousy had passed. She was secure in her feelings for her mates, and secure in her knowledge of their love.
“Put that on, and we’ll start the lessons.” Darius came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a quick nibble in the crook of her neck that made her squirm. “The sooner we get started, the sooner we get to fuck.”
“Darius!” She slapped at his arms and scooted away from him in mock outrage. In truth, she didn’t want to wait any longer to have them inside her. This dancing thing had better be simple. She didn’t have the patience to learn anything complicated at the moment.
She dressed quickly, wanting to get this over with. When she turned, she realized that both of her men were watching her. They’d removed some of their clothing. It wasn’t enough. She wanted them naked. Now.
Dancing first, she reminded herself. She had to learn this stuff or she might look like a fool tomorrow in front of their family and half the kingdom. She owed it to them to make an effort. She didn’t want to shame them or make a bad first impression on the people among whom she’d be living.
Josie forgot her annoyance after the first few minutes of the lessons. The dances were like nothing Josie had ever seen before. They were designed for three partners and involved a lot of touching, a lot of bumping and grinding that perfectly matched her mood. Each round grew progressively more daring and involved the removal of clothing until they were each clad in only thin strips of cloth and leather. It devolved from there into a Bacchanalian kind of encounter that left her breathless.
“Don’t tell me we’re going to be making love in front of everyone?” Her voice was a husky whisper as the twins held her between them. All three were naked and sliding skin on skin, torturing her with the hard contours of their bodies against hers. Darius was in front, Connor behind, teasing her with long strokes of their hands, their rough skin against her.
“No, love,” Connor breathed into her ear, making her shiver with need. “The public part of the dancing ended a while back. This is the part we’ll be doing in private, in the bower they’ll have set up just for us.”
“Thank the Lady for that.” She dragged his mouth closer so she could kiss him.
When Connor broke off, Darius turned her head and captured her lips with his. The kiss went on and on while Connor’s hands stroked down her back and into the crack of her ass. He touched lightly, then his hand went elsewhere for a few moments, only to return coated in something warm and slippery. She purred when he began to prepare her back entrance. Whatever he was using made her temperature spike and her need rise to an unbelievable height.
She reached back, clutching his ass with one hand and squeezing until he grunted and nipped her shoulder.
“No more teasing. I need you both!” Her demand was met by growls of approval as Darius picked her up and carried her to the decadently large bed. No doubt about it, this bed was made for three.
Connor took her from his brother and turned her on her side, positioning her body just the way he wanted. She was too far gone to complain. In fact, she would have applauded his take-charge attitude if she’d been able to do more than moan in ecstasy when he slid into her from behind.
Darius lay in front of her, watching his brother’s claiming with a heated expression.
“How does that feel, love?” Darius asked. “Does he make you burn?”
“So good…” she managed to get out before Connor began to move. His rhythm destroyed her sense and turned her into a quivering mass of feelings. That’s when Darius struck.
He suckled her breast with hard lips, using his tongue in an almost-rough motion that set her on fire. He switched to the other side, using his fingers to pinch the wet nipple just hard enough to make her squeal with delight. He knew just how far to push her. Just how far to torment her responsive body.
“I need you, Darius. I need both of you,” she panted as Connor picked up his languid pace.
Darius slid closer with a grin. “As I need you, my love.” He fit his body to hers, coordinating with his twin. Connor held still while Darius entered her, carefully testing her receptiveness until he was certain she was with them. She loved the way they were so careful with her at all times. Even when things got a little rough, she could always trust them not to hurt her.
“Move. Please. Move.” She needed them to come, to push her over the edge, to bring them all to ecstasy.
The girl can’t help herself…until she helps herself to a triple-hot fantasy.
Tangled
© 2010 Karen Erickson
Playing With Fire, Book 1
Always wanting what she can’t have. Scarlett learned this the hard way, and this time is no different. Drake, the one guy she’s hot for, isn’t hot for her. Nope, he’s hot for Trevor, the gorgeous, arrogant actor she works with. Maybe it’s time she let loose and let the right man capture her, for a change.
Trevor wonders why she can’t see that the right man is right under her nose. He’s crushing big time on the quirky, sexually confident Scarlett—a huge turn-on for a guy who’s not your standard looking-for-vanilla-sex kind of guy.
When an argument with Trevor explodes into the hottest sex of her life, Scarlett thinks nothing has ever felt so right—until Drake joins in and kicks it into white-hot gear. Trevor is astounded that she trusts him enough to make her three-way happen for her. But suddenly he’s not so sure he wants to share…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Tangled:
“What are you doing here?” She crossed her arms in front of her and tapped her foot, the pain shooting around her foot from the tight shoes. But she chose to ignore it, focused instead on taking the stern part of her costume to the fullest.
Trevor’s stormy gray gaze assessed her from head to toe in a slow, lingering perusal that made her skin pebble with gooseflesh. As if he could see right through her clothing, through her entire façade and to the very core of her. All of her insecurities, her problems, her fears.
She didn’t like it.
“I could ask the same of you.” His rich, honeyed voice made ladies swoon on a daily basis. Not that she ever swooned. Not over Trevor Braxton, oh no. He was an actor. And she didn’t have very high esteem for most actors, having worked with them for so many years at the theatre.
The fact that Trevor Braxton was one of the most conceited actors she’d ever met really didn’t help her feelings toward the breed whatsoever.
“I come here on a semi-regular basis.” She lifted her chin, daring him to object or make fun. She wasn’t ashamed. She refused to be, especially in front of him. “Everyone knows that. Didn’t you?”
“Actually I did.” He mimicked her position, crossing his arms in front of his broad chest. Biceps bulged beneath his dark button-up shirt straining the fabric. His strong forearms, dusted with golden brown hair, were revealed by the rolled-up sleeves. “I was hoping to run into you tonight.”
Her mind blanked at his words. Huh. Why in the world did he want to run into her? He didn’t like her. Just as much as she didn’t like him.
And yes indeed, she hated every blessed, muscular, sexy, handsome, velvety smooth bit of him too.
“I hoped you could show me around. I’ve never been to one of these places before,” he continued.
She snorted. She really couldn’t help herself. He’d never been to a sex club? Well, Tom’s was technically a voyeur’s club but hey close enough. All
sorts of things were going on around them even as they spoke, every single one of them sexual in nature. The unmistakable scent of sex drifted on the air, faint but present. A couple walked by them, headed toward the door with satisfied expressions on their faces. The woman’s skirt was hiked up almost to her hips. Scarlett even caught sight of her white panties and the man’s ruffled hair—as if hands had clutched at his hair, tugging and pulling maybe while he knelt in front of the woman and licked between her legs.
Damn. Yet again, her fertile imagination took over at the most inappropriate of times. She squeezed her legs together, the position made more awkward by the high heeled shoes. Trevor still stared at her as if he might be…interested. In her.
No way.
“You can’t be serious,” she finally said when she realized he was waiting for a reply.
“Why not?” He shrugged, bringing her attention to his wide shoulders. Very capable looking shoulders. Shoulders a woman could anchor herself onto and never let go. All while she rode him, his thick cock pounding swift and sure within her wet, welcoming body…
God.
Scarlett’s skin flushed hot, and she brushed a few stray hairs away from her forehead with shaky fingers. The position stretched her shirt tight across her bosom, and she forgot how many buttons she’d undone on the starchy white shirt. Enough buttons to show acres of naked skin, the black swirling lace of her skimpy bra.
His gaze locked right there, of course. Zoomed in on her cleavage, and she swore she saw a flash of appreciation in their brilliant depths.
Damn him, he had beautiful eyes. Eyes that could make a woman melt, and a voice that could make a woman come. At the very least shiver with awareness and bring her nipples to hard, aching life.
Yeah, she hated this guy. So very, very much.
