“So strong,” she murmured.
“Demons are super-strong.” He sounded self-conscious. “I didn’t like that they could throw me around with one finger. So I worked to get stronger.”
“I like it.” She kissed his chest and licked his skin, tasting salt and inhaling his scent. Male musk. Her whole body clenched and nerve endings came alive. Even her toes curled up. She moaned and stroked and sucked more of his flesh, tracing her way across his pectoral muscles. She found the flat disks of his nipples and gently bit them with her teeth, then lapped at them.
She realized that Wyatt’s hands were in her hair, not quite guiding her head. But his chest was lifting and falling quickly as her mouth had its effect. She dropped her hands to his belt buckle and pulled it open. Even with his jeans fastened she could feel the heat from his cock, which pushed against the strained denim. She struggled to pop the button and heard his hiss as it was released.
She lowered the zipper a bare inch and saw the tip of his cock peep between the teeth. “Hmmm...no underwear. I like the accessibility that gives me,” she murmured. She blew on the head of his cock.
Wyatt gasped and his hands in her hair gripped harder.
Mia leaned in and swirled her tongue over the tip, tasting pre-cum. His cock jerked. So did his hips.
“Mia…” Wyatt growled.
She lowered the zipper another inch and bared the shaft of his cock. This time she stroked her tongue up the shaft and swiped at the tip.
Then she lowered the zipper all the way.
Wyatt let out a frustrated breath. “God almighty,” he breathed. “The things you can do with a zipper…”
“I’m going to buy you a pair of 501s.”
“And they are?”
“They have buttons instead of a zipper on the fly.” Mia looked up at him with a smile. “Just think of the fun I’ll have with those.” She yanked his jeans down to his knees as she finished speaking. He groaned, his eyes shutting. So she pushed on his shoulder, making him fall back on the sofa, then stripped him of his jeans and boots.
His cock was stiff, red and erect, the veins tracing through the shaft and the head flaring purple on the edges. The shaft was thick and the balls beneath were heavy and swollen with promise.
Mia spread his thighs—even these were not spared of faded scars and old wounds—and climbed between them. She cupped his testicles in her hand, making Wyatt draw in his breath sharp and hard and throw back his head. At his reaction her own pussy tightened and creamed and the tips of her breasts swelled. She could feel her excitement building, pushing her to more daring things. Darker feats.
She took Wyatt’s cock into her mouth, reveling in the heat and satiny ridged smoothness of it and her power over his body, as he gave a gasping cry and gripped at the back of the sofa with his powerful fingers digging into the leather. She could barely fit the head into her mouth and struggled to take in more while working her tongue over the ridge.
She pulled back, letting her teeth bump over it. Then took it back into her. Deeper this time, as she figured out how to let the back of her tongue relax. Wyatt hissed an in-drawn breath. “Jesus,” he muttered.
Mia settled into the work, her own pleasure building as she learned what Wyatt responded to best, what parts of his cock were the most sensitive, what types of strokes made his cock throb the hardest, what made his hips thrust, what made his hands dig into her hair. What made him cry, groan, and moan.
She kept one hand curled around the base of his shaft while she slipped the other under her panties and gathered up a handful of her excess moisture. She smeared this natural lubricant around his scrotum, massaging gently. Wyatt’s groans intensified. Then she rimmed his ass and felt his cock swell, pulsing. His hands clutch at her.
“God, Mia,” he said, his voice a desperate croak.
She thrust her finger into his ass and felt him clench around her. She sucked at his cock as his cum hit the back of her throat in torrid blasts. She kept sucking as he climaxed in waves until he was spent, then licked him clean and released him.
He sat up, staring at her as she licked her lips. “You’re a witch,” he said, his voice hoarse. His cock was still hard and straight.
“I’m quite human,” she calmly.
“That was…”
“I know,” she said with a smile.
“Well, I’m not going to take that lying down.”
“You just did,” she pointed out.
He lunged for her. She squealed and tried to leap off the sofa but didn’t try too hard. He pinned her down, his hands on her shoulders, his body over hers. His cock pushed against her mons and she wriggled, as wiggling put pressure against her clit and made it throb nicely.
She looked up at Wyatt, her heart leaping. Even naked, he looked hard and dangerous. “So now you have me…what are you going to do with me?” she taunted.
“I should just tear this dress off and fuck you where you lay,” he growled.
Her pussy clenched hard at the idea. Mia caught her breath. “Do it,” she whispered.
“Why don’t you tear her panties off first?” Alexander suggested from behind her.
Mia moaned as delight bloomed in her. How much had Alexander seen? How long had he been watching?
She curled her hand into Wyatt’s hair, the other around his ass. “Do what he says,” she whispered.
Wyatt was rigid, staring over her head to where Alexander must be. “How long have you been watching, vampire?” he growled.
“Long enough to see you come, hunter.” She could hear his voice as he moved around the sofa and looked up. He had removed his coat and jacket and wore just a shirt and trousers. Ordinary clothing, close to what he used to wear in San Diego. He sat on the coffee table and threaded his hands together in a non-threatening position.
Wyatt was breathing heavily. “Is it true you were human just ten years ago?”
“Yes.” Alexander replied calmly.
“You took a bullet in the head?” Wyatt demanded, sitting up.
“I was forcibly recruited into the gang commission in San Diego when I was twenty-four. After eleven years of servitude they refused my resignation. The bullet was their form of refusal.”
Wyatt studied him. “Tough, man.”
“The toughest was protecting Mia. For the last two years I was terrified someone might notice my obsession with her.” Alexander smiled at her.
Mia could feel her body heat up with that smile. It promised all sorts of things.
Wyatt glanced at her. “You left her when you were made,” he said to Alexander.
“It was the price for the life of a vampire—for my second chance. As a vampire, I hoped I’d be able to make up for some of the damage I’d done as a human. Zachariah’s clan has a strong creed, built on a philosophy of protecting humans.”
“You guys really do mean that stuff then. You’re not just bullshitting.”
“We really do mean it,” Alexander responded evenly.
“Then I don’t get it…” Wyatt trailed off.
Alexander frowned, clearly puzzled.
“He means Julie,” Mia said softly.
“Mia, no,” Wyatt said, looking at her with a pleading expression.
Alexander looked at her for an explanation.
“I have to,” she told Wyatt. “We have to. You can’t carry this anymore and the clan must learn of it. It’s something that must be investigated by their kind.”
Wyatt slumped back.
Mia told Alexander quickly of Wyatt’s partner’s turning and his wife’s death and how Wyatt had hunted down the rogue vampire and killed it.
Alexander rose and sat on the sofa next to Wyatt. “No wonder you hate us,” he said softly. “I don’t blame you. I would have sworn a blood oath to hunt down every vampire on the face of the earth and wipe all of them from it. You’ve shown restraint. Tolerance. I admire you.”
“Don’t admire me. I’m so full with fucking anger most of the time I shake with it. That’
s not tolerance.”
“If it helps, I would have killed the rogue for you, if you hadn’t already done it.”
Wyatt looked at him. “Your own kind?”
Alexander nodded. “Do you know how much I regret—how much I wish, how I ache with the gnawing knowledge that I will never have children? How it burns?” He spoke with a low, level voice but Mia knew it was taking him huge effort to keep that even tone. “That creature took your child away from you. I would turn this planet inside out to find the animal for you, stake it out and hand you the blade to take its heart, knowing what it did to your life and what it took from you.”
Wyatt’s chest lifted unsteadily and he took a gasping breath. Mia’s breath mirrored his. She could feel his pain.
Alexander reached over and hugged him and Wyatt accepted it, neither flinching, nor tensing.
Mia saw Alexander was looking at her over Wyatt’s shoulder. His eyes seemed to be trying to tell her something but she didn’t understand.
He let Wyatt go and spoke with his mouth near Wyatt’s ear. “I saw what Mia did to your cock. I think I could do better.”
Wyatt stiffened but before he could react more, Alexander stroked his tongue over Wyatt’s neck, his incisors just brushing the flesh.
Mia sucked in a ragged breath, her heart pounding and her clit with it. She had never been more aroused in her life. Her panties were completely soaked and her thighs coated.
Alexander pushed Wyatt back against the sofa. “Just relax. Let me do this for you,” he murmured. His mouth moved down to Wyatt’s chest. Wyatt kept still, except for his chest, which was rising and falling with his quickened breath. He still had not protested, or made a move to push Alexander away, although shock still painted his features. Alexander slid his tongue over Wyatt’s pecs and down the center of his sternum, his big hands gripping his waist. Wyatt’s abs clenched in response. Alexander moved his mouth down to his lower abs and the sensitive flesh there that quivered at his touch as he licked and nibbled.
Wyatt groaned and shut his eyes, his cock jerking, red and erect.
Mia moved over the sofa to Wyatt’s side. “No, watch,” she whispered. “Watch what he’s doing. Do you know how hot it’s making me, watching you two?”
Wyatt gasped, opening his eyes and looking down at Alexander’s head. Alexander moved off the sofa, separating Wyatt’s knees with his arms and settling between his thighs. That made Wyatt catch his breath. His hand hovered over Alexander’s head.
“Yes, guide him,” Mia coaxed. “Go on. Like you did with me.” She squeezed her thighs together, her clit pounding with her own building climax.
“I can feel you too,” Wyatt moaned, glancing at her.
“Enjoy it,” she told him. “Let go, Wyatt.”
Alexander took Wyatt’s cock in his mouth and Wyatt bucked at the sensation, his hand gripping Alexander’s head. “Ah, Christ!” He jerked, thrusting. His other hand thrust out against the leather sofa cushion and the fingers curled, digging in.
Alexander kept his fist around the base of Wyatt’s cock, controlling the climax like a cock ring, holding it off. His other hand massaged Wyatt’s testicles and scrotum. Alex would know exactly where and how to stroke. He began to suck, thrusting Wyatt’s cock in and out of his mouth.
Mia knew when Wyatt was about to come. She could see it in the strained tendons on his powerful neck, the way his back lifted off the sofa and the quick thrusts of his pelvis, then the sudden stillness of his entire body except for his cock, which pumped red, the veins throbbing.
Mia’s climax rushed through her, minor and incomplete, fizzing across empty entrances, but it was an orgasm, nevertheless. She hugged her arms around her as she watched Alex bring Wyatt off. It was one of the most erotic things she had ever witnessed. Her pulse was thready.
Wyatt fell back against the sofa, breathless.
Alexander rose to his feet and began to unbutton his shirt, his gaze upon both of them. “Sit back, Mia,” he said softly.
Chapter Four
Mia shivered and sat next to Wyatt, her head barely reaching above his rounded shoulder.
Alexander stripped his clothes quickly, as Wyatt’s breathing settled. Alexander was tall and supple, while Wyatt was all muscles and power, but Alexander was still undeniably male. His chest and shoulders were solid and flexed with lean muscles. And he too, had a defined abdomen, with sharply delineated muscles. His tight hips and ass framed his long, thick cock, with its red head.
Mia caught her breath. Oh, she wanted him inside her. Soon. Quickly. She swallowed and looked up at him.
Alexander sat on the sofa next to her, opposite Wyatt, and picked up the ties of her wrap dress. “I think I’ve finally figured out how this dress works.” He pulled on the bow.
The bow unraveled and Mia let her breath escape in a rush, for he had figured it out. The bow held the entire dress together. Once it was undone, the dress would unwrap.
Alexander pulled the ties apart and held the right-side one out to Wyatt. “You take that one.”
Wyatt propped himself on one hip. “With pleasure,” he rumbled and pulled his side of her dress open, at the same time as Alexander pulled open the left side.
She was wearing no bra beneath. She had stripped off her bra before meeting Alexander at Starbucks, when some instinct, or simply desperate hope, had made her think there was a chance the meeting might be erotic in nature.
Now both men pause to look down at what they had revealed. She wore dainty red lace thong panties, black stay-up lace-topped stockings and nothing else. Her breasts were swollen with lust, the nipples red and erect. Her panties were soaked through and her thighs coated with her juices.
She squirmed. “Fuck me. One of you. Both of you. Please,” she begged.
“God,” Wyatt breathed. “You’re beautiful.”
Alexander slipped her arm out of the long sleeve. Wyatt followed his example. Mia bought his head down to hers and kissed him. “Thank you,” she told him.
Then she reached for Alexander and kissed him. She tasted Wyatt’s salty cum as well as Alexander’s unique flavor and her pussy clenched.
Alexander stroked her cheek with his long finger. “No one has ever been able to surprise me the way you can.” He glanced at Wyatt, then leaned down and began to suck her breast. Wyatt took his cue from Alexander and did the same to her other breast and Mia cried aloud at the twin assault.
For endless minutes they pleasured her breasts. Their hands squeezed, stroked, fluttered and tickled. Their mouths nibbled, teased, licked and sucked. Their teeth nipped, tugged and scraped and their tongues lapped and probed, pushed and prodded.
Mia writhed and moaned, her pelvis bucking as she desperately tried to find relief. She was unaware that her own fingers had moved between her thighs until Alexander gripped her wrist in an iron fist and pulled her hand away from her clit.
“Keep her hand pinned down,” he told Wyatt, his own voice thick with lust.
Wyatt grabbed her other wrist and kept it locked down under his own weight and both men went back to pleasuring her breasts and she bit back her cry of pleasure. To be held down while put through this exquisite torture was even more of a torment. She was melting. Her pussy was going to implode.
Strong fingers slid between her nether lips. Alexander’s, she thought. Then others. Wyatt’s. They were stroking, exploring. They avoided her clit for now, dancing around it. She hissed, her hips lifting, trying to make contact with them, aching for their touch. But they slid past the hard, swollen nub, stroking the tissues beside it and moved on.
Fingers slid inside her, pushing hard and deep. She gave a gasping cry as they stroked her pussy walls, making everything ripple appreciatively. The fingers stayed in her, thrusting in and out. Poor substitutes but she clenched around them, greedy for anything right now.
Then a thicker digit – a thumb -- pushed against her ass. The muscle gave way and the thumb pushed inside. She groaned at the welcome invasion. Her eyes closed, her br
eath deserting her. “I’m going to come,” she whispered, feeling her climax building from deep inside.
Fingers moved instantly to her clit, milking her in unison, bringing on her climax and ensuring it would be as strong as possible. It swelled, coiled and then burst upon her, making her head throb and electrical lights explode behind her eyes. She arched with a cry, her back lifting off the sofa and her eyes snapping open. Wyatt and Alexander instantly brought their hands beneath her to support her, watching as she stayed taut for endless seconds as the orgasm gripped her, shaking her in little quivers, before finally releasing her and letting her fall back on the sofa with a tiny sob.
The hands were removed and the men let her go. She was too weak for a moment to protest but she wanted them back. She tried to lift her hand to wave them back to her. All her life she had gone without this. She wasn’t content with a mere five minutes of it. But she could hear them murmuring. Mia closed her eyes and drifted.
Then Alexander was next to her again, sliding his arms under her. “Come here.” He lifted her like she was a doll and carried her into the kitchen, where he placed her on a padded bar stool. Wyatt was already there, still naked and pulling food out of two big paper bags sitting on the counter. Mia realized she was also naked except for her stockings. Alexander too, was naked and seemed just as unconcerned as Wyatt.
“You two need to eat,” he said. “This may be your last chance.”
She remembered that Zachariah, as a result of the first trinity’s bonding, no longer had to feed as a normal vampire but did have to eat normal food as a human did. No one could predict what the changes might be as a result of their bonding. This could be their last meal. She looked at the packages Wyatt was laying out and saw that Alexander had remembered most of her favorite foods and personal preferences with uncanny accuracy.
Wyatt was staring at Alexander, stock-still, his hands full of packages.
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