Three Times Lucky: Five Sizzling Tales of Three-Way Love

by Kim Carmichael

  She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and raised her brows. “Fine. Regardless, my question is still valid. Does it matter?”

  “I suppose if it doesn’t to you, then it doesn’t to me.” He downed the last of his scotch.

  “Then we’re agreed. You can pay me half of the money now.” She held out her hand.

  He stared at her for a long time, like he’d done in the car, before pulling the billfold from inside his suit jacket pocket. He took out five one-hundred dollar bills and fanned them out on the end table between them. “You’re welcome.”

  RayAnne tilted her chin forward and stared at him. She parted her lips, licked one fang, and scooped up the money. “I do believe you’ll be thanking me later.”

  * * * *

  Kyra ran upstairs. She knew exactly how RayAnne wanted her to get ready. Kyra showered, washing away the glitter from her body and then smoothed her lavender lotion on every inch of her skin. She put on her collar and nothing else.

  Excitement pulsed through her, vibrating her limbs. She couldn’t wait to taste Dana’s blood. RayAnne’s blood tasted like honeysuckle, sweet and smooth. There was nothing like the high that came from sampling that honeyed red liquid. Plus, RayAnne was going to fuck the living shit out of her tonight, and Kyra couldn’t wait for that either.

  After she finished a light bit of makeup, she made her way downstairs to the playroom. RayAnne had already set everything up, lit all the candles and set the gas fireplace to blaze. The overly large tufted round ottoman sat waiting for her in the center of the room. Kyra crawled on it and positioned herself on her back, arms out to her sides, and waited.

  “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

  Kyra opened her eyes to see RayAnne staring down at her. “Thank you, baby.” She smiled.

  RayAnne leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips. Kyra opened, rolling her tongue over RayAnne’s, and moaned into her mouth. Lust rose fast, like a summer storm, in her belly and her fangs lengthened. RayAnne pinched both of Kyra’s nipples, tugging them and rolling them between her fingertips.

  Kyra arched off the ottoman.

  Abruptly, RayAnne broke the kiss.

  Kyra wanted to pull her close, feel her lips on hers again, but knew better than to move her arms and hands from the open position they rested in. She glanced over and saw Dana in the doorway. Eyes wide, his focus clearly centered on her. Kyra wondered if he’d ever been with two women before. She doubted it, but knew for damn sure he’d never been with one, much less two, vampires.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “I’ll allow you to watch first. Have a seat over there.” RayAnne used the black and red leather flogger she’d picked up to point at the chair set off to the side of the fireplace.

  “Gladly.” Dana moved to the seat, removed his jacket and folded it over the back of the chair before sitting down. “You’ve left your fangs in, I see.”

  “They’re permanent.” RayAnne turned up the volume a few more notches on the iPod deck with the remote and turned back to Kyra. She gazed down at her naked form. Her pale skin glowed in the light of the fire and candles. Her long blonde hair with its pink and black streaks fanned out like a halo around her head. She was a glorious sight, and RayAnne intended to make her even more so before the night was through. Fiona Apple’s, Slow Like Honey played in the background and RayAnne twirled the flogger in her hand.

  “Interesting.” He crossed one leg over the other. “I guess if that’s your thing.”

  “Better to bite you with.” Kyra winked at him.

  “We’ll see about the biting.” He cleared his throat.

  There’d be plenty of biting—and drinking of his blood. RayAnne was sure he’d love every moment of it, too. Just as each human they’d taken home to play with had.

  “We certainly will.” RayAnne returned her attention to Kyra. “Raise your hands above your head, love.”

  Kyra complied with the direction and her lips split into a small smile.

  Pleased with how submissive Kyra always was when it was playtime, RayAnne nodded. She circled the ottoman to the right, squared her shoulders, and planted her feet firmly beneath her. Careful to keep her body straight, she gripped the strands of the leather flogger in one hand as she raised it in the air and then dropped the strips across Kyra’s breasts, landing her mark with perfect precision.

  Immediately, Kyra arched her back, and the small sigh from her lips that followed it, filled RayAnne’s ears. She struck again, same spot, but with a little more force.

  Kyra moaned, and her pale nipples tightened into firm peaks. Satisfaction raced through RayAnne at Kyra’s physical and emotional response.

  Dana cursed low from the corner; the sound birthing a pool of lust in RayAnne’s stomach. She picked up the pace, striking Kyra’s breasts with a speed and accuracy no mortal could.

  Kyra moaned and writhed, her pale skin rising to a pale pink shade as the nerve endings jumped to life with each lash of the flogger. Pleased and completely aroused by her work, RayAnne shifted her stance, and struck again, slapping higher on Kyra’s chest. She repeated the motion, over and over, Kyra moaning and whimpering the whole time; until RayAnne was once again satisfied with the color she’d brought to the surface. By the time she’d finished, Kyra’s eyes had glossed over, her breath coming out in harsh pants. Desire sparked and popped through RayAnne like an electrical circuit on overload when she gazed down at Kyra’s beautiful body.

  RayAnne glanced over at Dana. Utterly transfixed, his breaths sawed in and out, and sweat dotted his forehead. RayAnne’s fangs lengthened in anticipation of how hot his blood would taste on her tongue.

  “Come here.” She extended her hand. His gaze darted to her and then back to Kyra before he rose and walked to her. “Do you like what you see laid out before you?”

  “Who wouldn’t?” He smoothed his palm over his mouth. “I like it very much.”

  She circled behind him, smoothing her hand over his ass, and then bent to his ear. “Do you think she’s beautiful?”

  “Extremely.”

  RayAnne ran a finger down the side of his neck, his pulse beat hard and fast, the blood just below the surface, a tantalizing bite away. “Do you want to fuck her?”

  He visibly shivered. “Again, who wouldn’t?”

  RayAnne pinched his chin between her finger and thumb and jerked his head in her direction. “A simple yes or no is expected.”

  He stared at her with defiance in his eyes. Would he fall in line or fight her? She wasn’t sure. After a moment, he exhaled and then answered. “Yes.”

  “Very good. Now, remove your shirt, kneel before her, and show me how well you can work that smart tongue of yours on her cunt.”

  She wasn’t certain he’d obey, but really, what man wouldn’t in his position? He took off his glasses, then stripped off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly toned chest, and dropped down in front of Kyra. He looked up at RayAnne as if making sure he was free to proceed. How interesting. She nodded, blinking her eyes in a slow show of acknowledgment.

  “Spread your thighs for your businessman, Kyra.”

  She did as RayAnne instructed, her movements slow and languid, still dazed from the rush of endorphins blanketing her senses.

  Dana smoothed his palms down the inside of Kyra’s thighs, and then ran them back up again. He spread the lips of her perfect pussy, bent his head and gave one long lick from ass to clit. Kyra’s moan had RayAnne clenching her thighs together. She set her stance behind him, gripped the strands of the flogger, and released it across his upper back.

  Dana let out a growl, but rather than stopping his task, as RayAnne thought he might, he grabbed a hold of Kyra’s hips and buried his face in her pussy with fervor.

  Sweet heaven, this night was going to be one to remember for a long time.

  * * * *

  Pleasure boomeranged through Kyra’s limbs as Dana licked and sucked at her cunt like a starving man. With each lap of his tongue, he drove her toward orgasm. R
ayAnne lashed at his back with the flogger. Each time she landed a blow, the leather straps slapping against his skin, he growled against her pussy, sending vibrations deep inside her.

  Her orgasm was edging closer. She clenched her fists and caught RayAnne’s gaze.

  “Not yet, love. Hold on to that sweet climax of yours.” RayAnne lashed Dana’s back.

  He jerked away, arching his back. “Fuck!”

  “Oh? Too much for you?”

  He glared at RayAnne, his nostrils flaring with his heavy breath.

  “Shhh. It’s okay.” Kyra sat up. He looked back at her, and she kissed him. The taste of her honey flowed into her mouth from his lips and tongue, and she let out a whimper. Dana tangled his fingers in her hair and Kyra ran her nails down his chest.

  “You taste so fucking divine. I’ve never tasted a pussy so good in my life.” He licked his lips.

  “I know.” She smiled, laid back down, and then pushed his head between her legs.

  Damn right she was sweet. Every inch of her skin, mouth and cunt tasted like cotton candy. RayAnne’s pussy tasted like honeysuckle, like her blood. It was one of the perks that came along with their vampiric nature. Endless beauty, perfect skin, bodies and yes, even their taste. Taste was unique to each vampire though, like the color of someone’s eyes or hair. The first time Kyra sucked a vampire’s cock she thought she might up and die, (funny since she was already dead,) because his cum tasted like marshmallow ambrosia with bananas and coconut.

  RayAnne gave one more lash to his back, and then bent behind him and licked over his skin. Transfixed, Kyra held RayAnne’s gaze as her tongue snaked out and over his neck and shoulder, the tips of her fangs visible each time she opened her mouth. The sight made Kyra’s own fangs ache to sink into warm, giving flesh.

  Dana penetrated her core with two fingers and sucked her clit. Kyra’s climax came rushing to the surface and she rocked her pelvis, taking his fingers deeper. Devil in hell, she was going to come so hard when RayAnne finally allowed her to.

  “Let me see what you have for us.” RayAnne came around to his side and undid his dress pants.

  Kyra craned her neck to the side, trying to get a view of what lay in wait beneath his boxers. Then another sensation hit home with such force, she almost screamed. Dana penetrated her ass with two fingers slick with her juices and latched onto her clit, sucking so hard, she saw stars.

  She raised her head and blinked, clearing her vision, barely able to hold her orgasm at bay. RayAnne was at Dana’s ear, her lips moving, saying things Kyra couldn’t hear, her arm shifting up and down, stroking his cock. Kyra’s lust ratcheted up another ten notches, breaching her mental barriers, and she cried out, rolling her hips in time with the thrust of his fingers and the shift of RayAnne’s arm.

  Oh, fuck, she was going to come without permission. There was almost no way she could stop it now.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  RayAnne was pleasantly surprised at what Dana was hiding inside his boxers. Not overly long, but definitely thick. His cock curved up to his belly and was rock-motherfucking-hard. Smooth skin, void of any pubic hair. Yes, definitely a pleasant surprise. She’d enjoy sucking him later. And then watching Kyra suck him too. RayAnne groaned and her clit pulsed. Kyra had the most sensual lips, and the thought of them wrapped tight around his thick shaft was almost enough to make RayAnne sink her fangs into his shoulder.

  Kyra let out a high-pitched moan.

  RayAnne knew what that sound meant. Her lover was about to come. But RayAnne wasn’t ready to let her…yet.

  She pulled away from Dana and rounded the ottoman to where Kyra’s head lay. “You want to come don’t you, lover?”

  “God, yes! Please?”

  RayAnne pulled her slip dress over her head, dropped it to the floor and climbed onto the ottoman. She straddled Kyra’s head and bent forward over her body, coming face to face with Dana—her pussy right above Kyra’s mouth. “Lick me, and I’ll let you come.”

  “Holy fuck.” Dana looked up, eyes as wide as silver dollars.

  RayAnne gripped him by the back of the head and kissed him. Kyra’s sweet cotton candy flavor slid into her mouth when his tongue stroked over hers. At the same time, Kyra sucked RayAnne’s clit between her lips. RayAnne tilted her pelvis forward and moaned into his mouth. He kissed about as good as any immortal she’d played with, and it lit a fire inside her she hadn’t expected. Fucking hell, for whatever reason, the situation had gone from what she thought was going to be an average fuck session to an overload of oh-my-fucking-god-if-I-don’t-come-I’m-going-to-die session.

  The music—Type O Negative’s, Love You To Death—echoed around them, mingling with their sighs and moans. The scent of Kyra’s and her arousal mixed with the musk of Dana’s precum permeated her senses. Her body shook with the sexual energy filling the room. Kyra’s tongue flicked her clit and she groaned into Dana’s mouth. RayAnne’s head spun, and she gave herself over to the moment.

  Oh, yes, each one of them would be fucked hard and rough tonight. There would be many orgasms as a result. And this once refined executive would definitely not remember his name by the time she and Kyra had their fill of him.

  She tore from the kiss and shoved his face back between her lover’s spread thighs, and ground her pussy against Kyra’s mouth. Kyra’s moans vibrated through RayAnne’s core, and her breath punched out of her a heavy rush.

  Dana groaned, staring up at her while he sucked Kyra’s clit. RayAnne pinched her nipples, and licked a fang, on the verge of her own orgasm. “Make her come. Now.”

  The little whimpers and moans coming from Kyra bled into a muffled scream, and she slid her fangs into RayAnne’s folds, sucking her clit deep into her mouth. Kyra’s orgasm broke free, and her hips jerked off the cushion.

  RayAnne bent forward and held his head against Kyra’s cunt.

  Dana growled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head before he closed them. The erotic penetration of Kyra’s fangs, the sensations of her vibrating tongue on RayAnne’s clit, took RayAnne over the edge. Her climax hit like a tornado, sweeping her away until she thought she might break into a million tiny shards of herself.

  With shaky legs, she rose off Kyra, and moved to Dana’s side. He was still lapping at her lover’s folds, moaning as he did so. Kyra lay limp, her eyes closed, drawing in breath after breath. They didn’t actually need to breathe, but in certain situations, exceptional sexual release being one of them, the body took over and did what it was born to do.

  RayAnne smiled and ran her fingers through Dana’s hair. She gripped the soft strands and jerked his head back from Kyra’s pussy.

  He gazed up at her, a stupefied look in his eyes, and licked his lips. “What about you, did you come too?”

  He shook his head. “No.”

  Interesting. He was chock full of surprises. She glanced down at his fully erect penis. The bulbous head flushed red from all the blood flow. Flow she could almost hear. “You’re welcome.”

  His eyes widened for a moment before he closed them and swallowed, his Adams apple bobbing with the action.

  “Kyra, get up, lover. I think the gentleman needs to lie down.”

  * * * *

  Kyra hadn’t expected Dana to be so good with his tongue and fingers. But when RayAnne straddled her face, her sweet honeysuckle flavored cunt against her tongue, Kyra literally lost her mind. It was one hell of a climax, and the aftershocks were still rippling through her.

  Kyra rubbed her eyes, smiled and rolled off the ottoman. “Gladly.”

  RayAnne dropped to her knees and wrapped her hand around his cock. Dana thrust his hips forward, driving his cock through RayAnne’s fist.

  Kyra circled to his other side and kissed him. Dearest vampire gods his tongue…she moaned, desire spiking again. His tongue still carried her flavor mixed with something she couldn’t quite make out, but liked a whole lot. Kyra ran her hand down his chest, scraping her nails along his soft skin. His body went rigid and Kyra glanced dow
n.

  RayAnne held his the head of his cock in her fist. She was squeezing, the outside of her fingers coated with a bit of ejaculate. Unable to resist, Kyra bent and licked over RayAnne’s fingers.

  “There you go, lover. Clean that up for me.” Then RayAnne spoke over his loud cries. “Good boy. You stopped. So close, I know. Not yet, though. Not until I say.” She let out a sinister laugh.

  Kyra swallowed his cum, and her pussy clenched in need. She wanted to suck him into her mouth and feel him come down the back of her throat. Then she wanted to fuck him.

  “I’m not a boy.” He gasped. “Jesus Christ you’re killing me.”

  “Not yet, I’m not.” RayAnne pulled her hand away and urged him onto the ottoman. When he was settled on his back, RayAnne moved to the sideboard and grabbed the wrist cuffs. “Raise your hands above your head.”

  “I don’t—”

  “Yes you do. Trust me, you just don’t know it yet. Now, do as I say.”

  He raised his hands. “This is nuts. You’re nuts! Shouldn’t there be a safe word or something?”

  How cute. Kyra giggled. “No we’re not silly. And a safe word? If you think you’re going to need one. Sure.”

  He glanced down at her. “Do you think I’m going to need one?”

  “If anything’s for certain, you won’t want one.” She ran her fingertips up his parted thighs, her mouth watering at the sight of his cock bobbing against his belly.

  “You’re welcome.” RayAnne fastened a cuff on each of his wrists and then linked them together. Dana chuckled and started to object again, but then quieted when RayAnne bent and kissed him.

  Kyra focused on his hard shaft, seeing the blood flow through the thick vein that ran along it. A whimper bubbled up out of her in anticipation of how sweet that hot blood might taste. She ran her nail along the vein, smiling as his cock twitched and his stomach tightened in response. She giggled again and gazed over his body with wide eyes. Like a kid in a candy store, she wanted to eat every bit of him up, but was unable to decide where to start.