by BJ Wane
“You know how to handle yourself, but you’ve always picked men weaker than you for your trysts. You’ll be no match for either of them if they intend to harm you.”
“That weasely son of a bitch,” Jon muttered as he got up and strode angrily over to where Caitlin was talking quietly to Bobby, his acute hearing enabling him to hear every word. “We’d cut off our arm before we’d hurt her and the only reason you’re not picking your teeth up off the floor is because you have Caitlin’s best interests at heart. She’ll come to no harm from us,” was as far as he’d go in reassuring the other man. Turning to Caitlin, he took her hand, refusing to let go when she glared at him with defiance flashing in her grey eyes as she struggled to pull out of his grip. “You ready?”
“How on earth did you hear him?” she demanded while her mind, and her common sense, warred with her body on her answer. Luckily, she knew several ways to sexually torture a man, and she planned to get a little payback for their highhandedness by using every one. “Never mind. I’m ready.” His little half grin told her he had a secret but wasn’t ready to share, which was fine with her. The less she knew about them the better.
The back staircase that led to her apartment was located at the end of the short hallway that held the bathrooms and storage room. Conscious of his much larger hand still wrapped around hers as Jon followed her up, Luc right behind him; she fumbled with the lock before entering her apartment with a sense of relief as well as anticipation.
Fast and furious? Jon asked Luc, making sure his suggestion was heard by only his brother.
Giving her no time to think, or change her mind? Good idea.
Jon turned Caitlin and brought her slim body flush with his. “Better lead us to the bedroom quick unless you prefer the floor.” Grabbing her hips, he pushed them forward until she could feel his cock against her waist, letting her know without words how fast this was going.
The apartment was dark, but she didn’t need light to lead them down the short hall to her bedroom. Luc walked unerringly to her bed stand and flicked on the small lamp as Jon wasted no time tugging her shirt from her jeans and pulling it over her head. Caitlin was more than happy to make this quick. Shoving his hands aside when they went to her jeans zipper, she said, “I can undress myself. Why don’t you two catch up?”
She had barely stripped her jeans off, taking her panties with them, when strong arms encircled her waist from behind and a hard cock nestled intimately between her buttocks. “Oh, God,” she whispered hoarsely as the sensations ripping through her body were driving her towards a precipice she had never experienced before.
“Scared?” Luc taunted, his lips barely brushing her ear. He didn’t want her nervous, and he knew she would take his taunt as a challenge.
“Not hardly,” Caitlin managed right before his hands rose to cup her breasts. She laid her head back against his chest on a moan, closing her eyes and automatically spreading her legs when she felt Jon caressing her folds.
“I like this sexy little strip, Caitlin.” Jon ran a finger over the dark red line of hair that ended right above her pubis as his other hand delved between her slick folds and found heaven. “Warm and slick, ready for us already, Luc.”
Caitlin struggled to regain control of her senses, belatedly remembering her determination to torture these two for their overbearing attitude. But with the feel of all that hard, male flesh against her back coupled with the deep strokes of long, hard fingers invading her pussy, she couldn’t think of anything except the pleasure they were wreaking on her body. Luc’s fingers plucked at her nipples, drawing on the taut buds until the ache turned to a nip of pain followed by the most exquisite pleasure. “Yes,” she whispered on a plea as their harsh breathing swirled around her and the beginning tremors of an orgasm started.
Jon slipped his free hand behind her neck, lifting her head off Luc’s shoulder and gazing down into her eyes when they flew open. “No, not yet.” Removing his fingers from the grasp of her pussy, he took her lips in a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth to stroke demandingly over hers.
The swift removal of his fingers before her climax could take hold had her cursing both of them, her frustration more with herself than them because that was exactly what she had planned to torment them with. “Let me,” she managed to say as she started to go to her knees before Jon and give him a taste of his own medicine.
“Later, sweetie,” Jon said, guessing what she had in mind by the frustration on her face and the cunning gleam in her expressive eyes. He hoped the woman never played poker. She wouldn’t stand a chance.
Before she knew their intent, Luc picked her up and tossed her lightly on the bed, both men following her down before she could bounce back up. Two big, hard male bodies covered her and she once again lost all coherent thought. Lost in a sea of sensation, she let herself roll on the waves of pleasure from their undivided attention, relished the feel of both breasts getting suckled at the same time, lips and tongues and even teeth working her tender buds until she damn near came from nipple play alone.
Her hips moved restlessly against them as she struggled with the onslaught of pleasure, fought to come into contact with a hard thigh or hip long enough to get off, but they effectively blocked each maneuver as if they knew what she was trying to do. Fisting her hands in their thick hair, she yanked viciously in frustration. “More, damn it. I need to come.” She was astonished at how badly she needed the release, how her body had taken over and demanded its due.
Luc chuckled, delighted with her despite his reservations about finding her sooner than he had anticipated. Releasing her nipple, he savored the feel of her soft curves and sleek, well-toned muscles under him as he kissed her quickly before repeating Jon’s words, “Not yet, Cat.”
“Only my close friends call me Cat,” she snapped at him in frustration.
“Good, because I plan on being much more than a close friend.” Luc moved down her body, leaving her breasts to Jon as he settled her legs over his shoulders and inhaled the scent of her. Right before he buried his mouth in her pussy, his enhanced eyesight found the crescent shaped mark that denoted her capability to be a mate to them on her inner thigh. Unable to resist, he ran his tongue over the mark as his own aching pulse on his palm further engorged his cock, something he didn’t think was possible considering how hard and full he already was.
Caitlin whimpered when she felt Luc’s tongue on the inside of her thigh, the pleasure so intense, the earlier tremors heralding her climax returned without warning, aided by Jon’s mouth moving from breast to breast, never letting up on the undivided attention he was heaping upon them. Fisting her hands above her, grabbing hold of the pillow, she struggled to hold back a scream as Luc moved away from her thigh, spread her folds with his fingers and tongue fucked her pussy with knowledgeable concentration. He wasted no time zeroing in on her clit. Wrapping his lips around her tortured bud, he began suckling.
They devoured her like men obsessed, searing her with the scorching heat of their mouths and hands as she writhed against their faces. The sensations were overwhelming, scaring her briefly so she didn’t have time to be afraid because her body exploded in fireworks, ecstasy enveloping her from head to toe as she came apart.
The room was still spinning, her mind still reeling from the pleasurable impact of her orgasm when she was unceremoniously flipped over and lifted to her hands and knees. “Give me a minute, will you guys?” she stuttered on an incredulous laugh only to gasp as a hard hand landed on her right buttock. “Ouch!”
Luc rubbed the red spot as he leaned over her back, Jon moving to kneel in front of her. “That was just a love tap, Cat. Behave or you’ll get the real thing.”
As threats went, that one was pathetic, Caitlin decided because that little surprise sting was now a warm pleasure. She didn’t have time to dwell on the oddity of that or bemoan her lack of control around these two because Jon clasped her head between his large hands, holding her still as he prodded her mouth with h
is cock while Luc’s hard hands held her hips immobile while he prodded her pussy with his cock.
Open for us, Caitlin, Jon probed both telepathically and physically, pushing his cock slowly past her lush lips and relishing the feel of her warm, wet mouth engulfing him.
Good girl, Luc praised her as he slid easily past her plump folds, the silken walls of her pussy enfolding him in snug welcome that nearly had him spewing his seed without making another move. From the look on his brother’s face, her mouth felt as good as her vagina.
Caitlin shuddered, the intimate echo of their voices in her head adding to her reawakening arousal. She was stunned at how quickly she was responding to them again, shocked at how their tight hold on her body turned her on, their complete control of her as stimulating as the slow, deep strokes of their cocks into her mouth and pussy. She refused to worry about the way they completely took her over, refused to fret about losing control for the first time, and refused to dwell on anything but feeling.
Within moments their slow thrusts were speeding up, her mouth taking more of Jon’s cock as she tried to stroke over every inch of his girth with her tongue while her pussy accepted the full length of Luc’s cock, his size filling and stretching her almost to the point of discomfort. It was difficult to concentrate on pleasuring Jon when Luc was stroking his hard flesh strategically over her sensitive engorged clit again and again. Moaning, she tried to move her head and hips, but their hold was too tight. The inability to move both frustrated and excited her and as Jon pulled back until just his bulbous head remained in her mouth, she took advantage of the extra space and lapped around the smooth head of his crown, savored the taste of his pre-come and enjoyed his telltale shudder followed by a low groan when she swiped under the ridge to lick that sensitive, hidden area.
Then Luc started pounding into her, taking her pussy with deep, forceful surges that had her rocking towards Jon, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. Now, Cat, they both instructed her, their belabored breathing and deep moans the only sounds in the room. Caitlin couldn’t do anything but obey as they came together with insatiable lust, the onslaught of ecstasy almost surreal as she once again found herself drowning in pleasure.
Caitlin came back to her senses when she felt their slow withdrawal from her still shuddering body. As Jon’s cock slipped out of her mouth, she looked up into his face and was startled to see his eyes glowing eerily, like twin embers in the dark. “What…” She scrambled back before looking at him again only to see him looking at her calmly, his hazel eyes clear. “Never mind,” she mumbled as she slipped off the bed and grabbed a short robe she had draped on a chair. “This was fun, guys, but I’m really tired.”
Now that her lust had cooled, Caitlin was ready for them to go. The intense pleasure combined with the unwanted, unaccustomed desire for more that she was feeling scared her, and there was very little that scared her.
“We need to show you something first,” Jon said as he zipped his jeans carefully over his semi-erect cock, drawing Caitlin’s attention. “It’ll take more than once,” he explained only to have her shaking her head. “Before you decide, look Cat.” Jon showed her his palm and watched her eyes widen in shocked surprise, a small gasp escaping when Luc turned over his hand. “Your matching mark as well as your response to us and ours to you means we’re supposed to be together, we’re meant for each other.” Even to their ears, that explanation sounded lame, but neither of them thought she was ready for anything else right now. With dawn approaching, they didn’t have time to do more than give her something to think about until they returned.
“Look, I don’t know what you think those mean, but just because I have a similar birthmark doesn’t mean this is going to go any further. I want you to leave now,” she managed to state in a hard, implacable tone despite how her insides were quivering. Thankfully, neither of them argued. They left her with a kiss and a promise to see her the next night while Caitlin refused to give credence to their delusions, refused to believe the glow in Jon’s eyes was anything but a trick of the light and that their matching marks was anything but a coincidence.
“Nice of you to join us,” Damien drawled sarcastically when Jacob put in his first appearance since Monday night on Friday evening. “Where’ve you been all week?”
“Out,” Jacob answered curtly, not in the mood for an interrogation. He knew he had neglected his duties the past few days, left it up to Damien to look out for Grace and the twins to patrol the city, but he had a lot of soul searching to do since Grace’s last rejection of him, and needed space to do it. Sighing, he looked at the concern etched on Damien, Luc and Jon’s faces. Seated in the small parlor where they often met upon rising or before retiring, he realized he had missed connecting with them. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve let you down….”
Damien waved an angry arm to cut him off, saying, “You haven’t let anyone down, unless it’s yourself. I, more than anyone, can sympathize with your struggle to do what is right for your mate, especially when your body is demanding the opposite.”
“If it’s any consolation, Luc and I found our mate a few days ago, and after one night together, she’s now avoiding us. Short of physical force, we have no idea how to win her over, let alone reveal we’re vampires.” Caitlin’s rejection of them the past two nights had come as not only a surprise, but an eye opening frustration they hadn’t counted on.
Jacob smiled slowly at the consternation and frustration on the twins faces, but didn’t tease them like he normally would. Staying away from Grace the past few days had taken its toll on him both physically and mentally. Unlike that first week when he had left her alone to cope, this time he didn’t have hope that things would work out between them. Maybe it had been a mistake to end their scene so abruptly Monday night, not giving her a chance to recover from her powerful climax, assuming she was going to turn from him before she did. Fear of losing control had forced his action, but if she hadn’t backed away from him, hadn’t signaled she wanted him to back off yet again, he might have been able to hold out a little longer. Her action snipped the last thread of hope he had been clinging to and for both their sakes, he had stayed away from her, and everyone else the past four days.
“At least that’s one hurtle I didn’t have to try to overcome with Grace. She knew about our existence before I came upon her. Unfortunately, that’s also what’s kept us apart.”
“What’re you going to do now?” Luc asked, able now to feel a tremendous amount of sympathy for his friend’s plight. No amount of flirting telepathically or threatening glares could break through the wall Caitlin had erected between them since Tuesday night and it hadn’t helped matters when not only Bobby, but the waitresses and a few regular patrons stepped between them and her when they tried to corner her, leaving them no choice but to back down or start something they knew could be disastrous towards getting her cooperation.
“Nothing. I can’t risk losing control and she’s made it abundantly clear she wants nothing to do with me personally. So, how about I start pulling my weight around here again and join you tonight? I’d like to meet this woman who has you two dangling.”
“I’m not sure that’s wise, Jacob,” Damien put in, referring to both his decision not to pursue Grace any longer and to going out on patrol tonight. “You’re not looking good and it’s obvious you’re weak. Hand jobs only go so far, as you know by now.”
“I’m fine,” he replied tersely, not willing to admit how weak he was feeling, especially given the three of them looked to be near the peak of their strength. “I can hold my own, that’s all that’s needed.”
Damien sighed, knowing by the hard, implacable look in Jacob’s eyes that he was determined to go out tonight as well as give up on Grace. At least he’d have Jon and Luc as backup if he needed it. “If you’re sure. On a different subject, you know I’ve confirmed that Isabelle is alive and well. Unfortunately, I also got proof her powers are five times ours. She can heal in the blink of an eye, which means we have to ba
nd as one against her and be at the height of our strength if we’re going to stand a chance. And that’s after we get rid of her blood thirsty minions.”
“That’s a tall order considering three of us aren’t mated and you haven’t completed your mating with Abby.” Jon said with a frown of concern. “Does she know you confronted Isabelle?”
“No, and don’t tell her. As soon as I can get everyone here to launch an assault, I want to hold a ceremony before we leave.” Abby couldn’t hide her disappointment every time they had sex and he didn’t take her blood, bonding irrevocably with her and fully claiming her in their way. Confronting Isabelle made him realize he might not ever get the chance if he didn’t act soon, and, despite how selfish it made him, he found he wasn’t willing to leave this world without making her his in every way first. The numerous times he had fucked Abby without having someone close enough to stop him if he got out of control, had given him the encouragement he needed to complete their bonding. He no longer feared harming her. His biggest fear now was her reaction if she ever found out how low he had allowed himself to sink and the price an innocent girl had made for his cowardice. “I can give you time to settle things with your own mates, but the longer we wait, the longer they’re at risk, and if you go up against her without having the added strength being with and feeding from a mate gives you, you’ll be at a higher risk of not coming back than the rest of us.” Damien couldn’t force either his friends or Grace and Caitlin into completing their bonds; he could only hope they did.
“I’m ready if you are,” Jacob told the twins as he stood up, his heart happy for his long-time friend, but heavy for his loss at ever having a chance at such a bond with Grace.
Chapter Fifteen
