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

by Kim Carmichael

  Kyra let out a little sigh when he penetrated her with just the head and RayAnne ran her hands down his abdomen to his balls. He moved in and out of Kyra’s pussy in short thrusts, and RayAnne massaged his sac.

  “Fuck, that feels so damn good.”

  “Mmm. Know what else feels good?”

  “I have a feeling you’re going to show me.”

  She pulled away, and squeezed a healthy amount of lube on to two of her fingers. “Fuck her as good as you fucked me, and I will show you.”

  “That’s a given.” Dana slid his arms under Kyra’s legs and thrust into her.

  “Oh, God, yes!” Kyra moaned.

  “Yeah, baby. Rub your clit for me.”

  RayAnne moved against his back again, and then slid her fingers between his ass cheeks. “Just relax and enjoy,” she whispered against his ear. He tensed at first, but then relaxed and she massaged his tight puckered hole. “That’s it.”

  “Holy shit.” Dana rocked his hips forward and RayAnne slid two fingers inside his asshole. “I’ve never— Oh fuck, yes!”

  Kyra let out a whimper. “Fuck me harder, Dana!”

  Dana bent over Kyra, just as RayAnne knew he would, putting himself in the perfect position for her to fuck him too. Kyra wrapped her legs around his lower back, and gripped his ass with her hands. RayAnne smiled as Kyra dug her nails in and spread his ass cheeks apart. Perfect. God, her girl was fucking perfect and knew exactly what RayAnne needed her to do.

  She knelt on the ottoman behind him and added another finger to his ass. Dana cried out, fucking Kyra’s cunt, but didn’t stop. RayAnne thrust her fingers in and out of his ass, spreading them apart, readying his tight ass for the dildo.

  Kyra let out her first scream, coming around his dick.

  “Yeah. Fuck, yeah. That’s it.” Dana slowed his thrusts and ground his pelvis against Kyra.

  “You feel her milking your dick?” She squirted more lube into her palm and spread it over the dildo. “Almost enough to make you forget your name, huh?”

  “Never felt anything like the two of you.” He thrust in and out again, his hips slapping against Kyra.

  “I know. And you never will again.” RayAnne pressed the head of the dildo against his asshole.

  “Wait, are you going—”

  RayAnne peeked around the side of him. Kyra had locked Dana in a kiss, her tongue buried in his mouth. He hadn’t stopped fucking her, though his thrusting slowed, which again, worked perfect. On his retreat, RayAnne slid the tip in, and then continued deeper when he pressed into Kyra again.

  “Oh my fucking—” He froze.

  “Just breathe.” RayAnne smoothed her hand down his back. “Just breathe and let yourself feel.”

  He let out a gasp and took a few deep breaths, groaning with each one, and then finally resumed fucking Kyra. RayAnne held still, letting him set the pace, and impale himself with each thrust into her lover. Kyra’s moans grew louder, as did his. RayAnne’s clit throbbed with each whimper and grunt from the two of them. Pleasure and satisfaction raced through her, and they found a rhythm, three bodies slapping against each other, two in a mad frenzy speeding toward cataclysmic orgasm.

  Kyra came again. Her muffled scream told RayAnne she’d bit into Dana’s neck, sucking at his vein while he fucked into her, his own scream echoing around them as his climax hit.

  “That’s it, come for me.” RayAnne gripped his ass cheeks and spread them apart, watching as she sank deep into his ass with the strap-on.

  Dana jerked, his body going rigid. Kyra’s legs were still wrapped tight around him, but now she had one hand sunk deep in his hair, her fingers gripping the strands tight, keeping his head turned to one side as she drank from him. Dana thrust once more, and then went boneless, collapsing onto Kyra.

  Pleased with herself, RayAnne slid the dildo out of his ass, and then stepped away to remove the harness and grab a towel for him. When she returned, both he and Kyra were in the same position. Dana’s eyes were closed and he wasn’t moving. What the hell?

  RayAnne bent over them and looked down at Kyra. Oh, no! “Kyra! Oh, shit! Kyra!” Kyra opened her eyes and gazed up at RayAnne, pupils fully dilated. She looked completely blood drunk and almost feral. “Kyra, love, let him go.”

  Kyra let out a small growl, her fangs still buried deep, and gripped Dana tighter to her body. Fucking hell, if she didn’t get her to release him quick she was going to kill him. The last thing they needed was a dead businessman on their hands. Especially one as well known as Dana Richards was.

  Fear vibrated through RayAnne’s limbs, and she knelt down beside them. “Kyra, listen to me.” Kyra shook her head and took a deep draw. “Kyra Lee James, you let him go this instant or you’re going to kill him. Is that what you want?” She placed her hand on the side of Kyra’s face. “Let him go, lover.”

  Kyra closed her eyes for what felt like an eternity before finally pulling her mouth from his neck. The puncture wounds she’d made oozed blood and RayAnne jerked Dana away from Kyra’s grasp, rolled him onto his back and then sealed them with her tongue. Dana looked gray, his lips blue. Fucking hell, son-of-a-bitch, motherfucker, son of a whore! This was not happening!

  “Wake up, Dana!” RayAnne slapped him across the face. Which was stupid because he wasn’t passed out, he was dying. CPR wouldn’t help with blood loss. Besides, neither of them knew CPR... which was stupid because you’d think after being on the planet for so damn long, it’d be a skill a person—or vampire—might acquire. Fuck, focus RayAnne! “Dana! Wake the fuck up!” She slapped him again.

  Kyra had moved off the ottoman and was now curled around herself on the floor, rocking back and forth, crying and babbling something along the lines of, “I didn’t mean to. He tasted so good. It was an accident.”

  “Get it together Kyra! I can’t have you losing your shit right now.” RayAnne glared at her, anger replacing the fear.

  “Don’t yell at me.” Kyra wiped her wet cheeks.

  “He’s dying. Forgive me if I’m a little short tempered with you.”

  Dammit, she never should’ve let Kyra bring him home. It was too risky. Shit like this didn’t happen all that often, but when it did, it was usually with a more anonymous or disposable person.

  Dana Richards was neither anonymous nor disposable.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Kyra sat on the floor a few feet away from Dana’s still body on the ottoman. She hadn’t meant to take so much from him. She just…she lost herself in the maelstrom of lust and sexual intensity of the moment. RayAnne had been fucking his ass; he was fucking Kyra’s cunt; and everything just went nuts from there. And she honestly had no idea what’d happened until she heard RayAnne calling her name. She’d lost all control of herself and the amount of focus it took to regain her composure scared the shit out of her. What was it with his blood? Or his tongue? Or his dick? None of it made sense…

  “We’re going to have to turn him.”

  RayAnne’s voice tore her from her thoughts. “What?”

  “Get up. We’re going to have to turn him.”

  “But… we can’t.”

  “Yeah? You got a better idea? Call me selfish, but I’d rather not have to move. I kinda love where we live.”

  “You hate our job though.”

  “Beside the point! Will you please get up and fucking help me?” RayAnne glared at her.

  “All right. I’m sorry, RayAnne. Stop yelling.” Kyra got to her feet, her legs shaking, and moved to the ottoman.

  “We’re doing this together. At this point his pulse is so weak, I don’t even know if he’ll survive the transition.”

  “Together, like you mean, we’re both going to give him blood?”

  “You got it.” RayAnne bit into her own wrist.

  “Has that ever been done before? Two people turning a human at the same time?”

  RayAnne shrugged, pried Dana’s mouth open and pressed her wrist to his lips. “Not that I’ve heard. I’ll tell you when it’s your
turn, okay?”

  Kyra stared down at Dana’s ashen face. Was he even swallowing? Sadness pooled in her stomach, making her want to vomit up the blood she’d just stolen from him. Crap, she felt really bad. She kinda liked him, had hoped they’d be able to do this again. But then again, if he survived being turned, maybe they would. Hmmm…

  “Kyra, okay?” RayAnne’s words were loud and harsh.

  She looked up at RayAnne. “Okay.” She started to cry.

  “Lover, stop crying; it’s going to be all right.” RayAnne bent over Dana’s still form and kissed her soft on the lips.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too. Now, go ahead and bite your wrist and place it on his mouth.”

  Kyra did as RayAnne said and held her bleeding wrist to Dana’s lips. RayAnne massaged his throat, the way a person did to a pet when they were trying to get them to swallow a pill or medicine. This was crazy, and all Kyra could do was pray it worked. Fear raced through her, erasing all traces of the pleasure she experienced not ten minutes before. She guessed they’d know if he lived or died in the next twelve hours anyway.

  “I hope this works.”

  RayAnne looked at her. “If not, we’ll be digging a hole somewhere in the mountains.”

  * * * *

  RayAnne got the bed ready, and then turned the lock around on the door. Couldn’t have him getting up in the middle of the day when they were both still sleeping and wandering off…of course if he transitioned, he’d not make it very far.

  RayAnne shuddered at the thought and walked back into the library. Kyra was poised on the edge of the ottoman, brushing the hair off of Dana’s forehead, a look of concern blanking her features. She knew Kyra felt bad about what she’d done. And she’d spend the next ten years beating herself up if this little plan didn’t work, maybe even if it did.

  “He’s just so still.”

  “I know. But that part’s normal.” RayAnne smoothed her palm down the back of Kyra’s hair. “Ready to help me carry him into bed?”

  “We’re keeping him with us upstairs, right?”

  “No.” She moved to his head. “Grab his legs.”

  “Why not?” Kyra moved to his feet.

  “Because there’s nothing more we can do. We’ll lock him in the guest room, and at sunset we’ll come downstairs and check him.” She gripped him under his arms and they both lifted.

  “And then what?”

  “Then, he’ll either be a vampire or he’ll be dead.” RayAnne walked backward out of the room.

  After they laid him down on the bed, she watched from the doorway while Kyra tucked the covers around him. She bent and kissed his forehead and then made her way to RayAnne.

  “I’m scared.” Kyra frowned.

  “Me too.” RayAnne cupped Kyra’s cheek. “Go on upstairs and shower. I’ll be there in a minute.” Kyra nodded and stepped away.

  RayAnne glanced at Dana’s still form once more, and then closed the door and locked it.

  CHAPTER TEN

  RayAnne rolled over in bed and stretched an arm out seeking Kyra, but found only sheets. “Kyra?”

  The sun had just barely set, and concern sent ice water slicing through her veins. She sat up and glanced around the room, peering through the darkness at the open master bathroom door. Her love, who usually slept later than RayAnne due to her younger vampire age, was nowhere to be found.

  RayAnne rose from the bed, donned her silk robe and moved to the bedroom door. They had enough shades and drapes in place throughout the lower level, plus a dark tint on the windows of the house to keep her safe from any sunrays, so she wasn’t concerned. But during the full on daylight, they had to still be careful. With no idea when Kyra had gotten up and left their bed, she was, however, more than a little worried about her. What if Dana had transitioned, but was mad from being so far gone before they started?

  She padded down the curved staircase and through the foyer to the hallway leading to the guest bedroom. Pausing at the door, she listened. A faint moan filtered through the thick wood panel. “You have got to be kidding me.” RayAnne turned the handle and opened the door.

  The sight she was greeted with made her both roll her eyes in annoyance, and breathe—not that she actually needed to breathe—a sigh of relief.

  Kyra was riding Dana, body straddling his hips, head thrown back in the throes of ecstasy. And he was sitting upright, one arm wrapped tight around her lover’s lower back. With his free hand, Dana had a death grip around one full breast as he sucked her nipple, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

  “Sweet hell, really?” RayAnne crossed her arms.

  Kyra’s head snapped up, and she looked over at RayAnne, but her hips didn’t miss a beat, continuing to rock back and forth, fucking him. “He survived! And he’s hungry.”

  “I can see that.”

  Kyra smiled and cupped the back of his head. “That’s it sweetheart, keep feeding.” She kissed the top of his head.

  He spared RayAnne a glance before withdrawing his fangs from Kyra’s breast and then sought her mouth for a kiss. Jesus, new vampires could be insatiable—for both sex and blood. The two went hand in hand for the first few days.

  He’d survived for sure, and appeared to be adjusting quite well. Amazing. RayAnne couldn’t help but wonder what he’d taste like now. Or what he’d fuck like, though she was getting a pretty good idea. He more than held his own as a human. As a vampire he’d be a force to be reckoned with—a fucking force to be reckoned with might be a better description.

  Kyra broke from the kiss and cupped one of her breasts, offering it to him. Dana snarled, and then latched on like a damn babe, one with very sharp fangs. Kyra held a hand out to RayAnne. “Come here, baby. Join us.”

  RayAnne dropped her arms to her sides, unable to refuse such a sweet request, and untied her robe, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. She moved onto the bed, beside them, and then ran her palm down Dana’s arm. His skin was cool and smooth, his muscles more defined since transitioning.

  He pulled from Kyra’s breast, and laid down flat, and then dragged RayAnne to straddle his face. All righty then. The first contact of his tongue along the mouth of her cunt had an uncontrollable moan punching out of her. Then he moved lower, latched onto her clit and sank his fangs into her folds. RayAnne grabbed hold of Kyra’s arms, her pussy flooding with her juices and ground against his mouth while Kyra impaled herself over and over again on his cock.

  “Can we keep him?” Kyra gasped a moan.

  The room tilted, and RayAnne closed her eyes. She couldn’t think about that right now; in fact she couldn’t think of anything except the pleasure flooding her system.

  Everything beyond intense, so utterly addicting, she wasn’t sure not keeping him was even an option she could consider.

  * * * *

  Kyra lie draped across Dana’s chest in a half-exhausted state. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so drained, but it’d all been worth it. She’d lost track of how many times she orgasmed as they traded positions and Dana took turns fucking each of them. One of them getting eaten out, while the other took a cock in a mouth, cunt, or ass, and vice versa. Blood streaked the white sheets of the guest bed, as well as their bodies. Dana’s cum and blood tasted like tropical fruit, and she’d dined on it like the delicacy it was. Kyra was serious when she asked RayAnne if they could keep him. She really wanted to.

  Fucking him was something she could get used to daily. And sucking his prick? Definitely, multiple times a day. RayAnne moaned, jerking Kyra from her thoughts, and sat up from her curled position beside Dana. She glanced across his body and locked eyes with Kyra.

  “So, can we?”

  “Can we what?” RayAnne ran her fingers through her long black hair.

  “Can we keep him?” Kyra sat up.

  “He’ll need to stay here for at least a week until he adjusts. But he’s not a stray cat, lover. We can’t just keep him.”

  “I know he’s not a s
tray cat, but he’s just as cute.” Kyra shrugged and ran her palm down Dana’s chest. “I like him.”

  RayAnne stood and put on her robe. “It’s not really up to us.”

  “But we’re his makers. Isn’t he supposed to stay with us?” Kyra lie back down and rested her cheek on his chest.

  “That’s beside the point.”

  Dana cleared his throat and Kyra jerked her head up to look at him. “Anyone care to enlighten me with what you’re bickering about?”

  “We’re not bickering. We don’t bicker.” RayAnne jutted her chin out and crossed her arms in a defensive stance.

  “All women bicker.” He was pulling RayAnne’s proverbial pigtails and she was falling for it. Kyra knew it and giggled. “Allow me to settle it for you.” He squeezed Kyra’s ass and she giggled again.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Kyra sat up, wanting to watch the exchange between Dana and RayAnne—which had quickly become entertainment. She could so get used to this.

  “Means if I must, I’ll stay here. The sex alone is worth the sacrifice.”

  “Hope you don’t mind working nights.” RayAnne snorted.

  “Good thing I have plenty of business overseas to deal with, right?” He smiled wide, flashing his perfect, and very sharp, incisors.

  RayAnne rested one knee on the bed and leaned over him. She kissed him deep and long, her tongue flicking out over one of his fangs and then nicking his tongue with one her hers.

  Dana groaned and tried to pull her fully onto the bed, but RayAnne refused to budge. Instead, she pulled from the kiss and gazed down at him, a demure smile arching her lips. “You’re welcome.”

  “Think you can keep stealing my line, hmm? We’ll see.” Dana let out a loud laugh and Kyra couldn’t help but laugh with him. Finally RayAnne, unable to keep her composure, joined in. Genuine excitement raced through Kyra. Her favorite businessman, Dana Richards, was the perfect addition to their story.