Then she’d dressed and wandered as she scrunched her damp hair.
Continuing her exploration, she opened another door, this one on the lower floor, to find a long, dark, wood-paneled room with high clerestory windows. It looked like nothing else than an ancient dining hall. An antique refectory table stretched nearly the length of the room and could easily seat twenty people. Beside it was a long serving table. Beneath was another thick Persian rug over a wood floor. Real wood by the look and the wear of it.
The next room simply took her breath away.
Circular, it was surprisingly large and yet still managed to be cozy somehow.
Between the large windows with their views of the city below was coffered wood paneling that covered all the walls but one, and that one had a fireplace with a broad marble mantle stretched over it. A portrait, clearly of Julian with his widow’s peak, yet just as clearly centuries old by the armor and clothing he wore, hung above it.
The floor was covered by another Persian carpet, this one clearly old, worn and somehow comfortable. A desk of some dark wood with reddish undertones, maybe mahogany, filled one end. Two upholstered wing chairs with a small table in front and between them, sat before the fire. On the table was a tray with an etched glass decanter filled with some golden liquid, probably whiskey. Beside the decanter were four small glasses.
Brilliant sunlight filled the room.
This was where the butler - a butler, for heaven’s sake - a very nice man by the name of Gordon, had told her she would find Julian.
In Julian’s study.
Find him she did.
He stood by one of the windows, his dark head a little bowed, papers in his hand.
Once more her breath caught, but this time at the sight of him.
Sunlight gleamed brilliantly from his black hair, illuminating the strong features of his face and his firm mouth. He wore a silk shirt loose and unbuttoned over a pair of matching silk lounging pants, the open shirt revealing the deeply curved muscles of his chest and his washboard abs.
Her mouth watered almost instantly just at the sight of him. She wanted to devour every inch of his body. She went hot and wet in an instant at the memory of his cock inside her, the way it had stretched her, filled her. It had been a long time since she’d been with anyone, and her craving for him, for Nico, was nearly insatiable. She didn’t know how long this would last, but she intended to make the most of it.
“Just how rich are you?” she asked.
Whatever apprehensions she might have had about the situation fled at the warmth in his eyes when he saw her standing there.
Julian looked up and smiled, just at the sight of her, both amused at her question and heartened. Most women in the circles he traveled never mentioned money, it was considered unseemly, yet all of them found ways to determine it. He found Rafi’s directness and honesty refreshing.
“Very,” he answered. Instantly he set his papers aside and went to her. “In fact I spend a great deal of my time advising other very rich men on how to invest their money. Which is enough to satisfy a number of institutions on the matter of how I came by my own.”
It had become more and more necessary over the decades to find such explanations. That was the only up side to the current situation regarding paranormals. At least now such trivialities wouldn’t be necessary. It would also just make men like him somewhat easier to find.
He shook off his presentiments. That was for tomorrow and would come soon enough. For now, he had far more pressing matters. Rafi.
It was clear she’d just showered, she smelled fresh and clean, and looked heavenly. Desire tugged deep.
“Rafita,” he said, a moment before he slid his hands into her hair and took her mouth.
That kiss erased the last of Rafi’s doubts.
He didn’t just kiss her, he devoured her, that incredible mouth of his covered hers fiercely, possessed it, his tongue going deep as one hand curled in her hair while the other slid down her back to draw her body close and hard against him.
Rafi let out a long sigh and simply drowned in the taste of him, her tongue tangling with his, every inch of her body going hot as she slid her hand up into his silky hair to pull his mouth harder against hers. She could feel the strong muscles of his chest against her breasts, separated from her only by the silk dress someone - probably Julian - had laid out for her. Her nipples pebbled at the feel of those hard muscles against her.
Clearly reluctant to do so, he pulled a little away to cup his hand lightly around her cheek.
“How do you feel?” he asked, worry for her clear in his dark eyes.
With a little shrug, she said, reassuringly, “Not much different from when I’ve given blood.”
She felt a little weak, a little achy, but much, much better standing in his arms. That connection was still there.
The relief in his eyes was a match to her own.
“The sunshine thing?” she asked, with a wave at the sunny room around her before returning her hand to his chest to stroke.
“Another myth,” he said, smiling, keeping his arm around her waist, his muscles tightening to draw her closer as she caressed him. “After the rise of some religions that named us demons, as I said, it became easier to hunt at night .Over time even among ourselves some struggled with the change, believing the stories, and went into seclusion, giving credence to that myth.”
His blue eyes heated as his gaze went to her hand where she ran it over his chest, spreading her fingers to try to span the broad muscle there. She couldn’t, it just wasn’t possible. Her hand wasn’t big enough.
“I love your chest,” she said, her pussy growing damp from the pleasure of touching him.
Amused, laughter lighting his eyes, he said, “As I love yours, Rafita,” dropping his gaze to admire the curves of her breasts revealed by the deep V of her dress. Her nipples stood out clearly against the thin material, already hard. Between her thighs she could feel clear evidence of his attraction - his long, thick cock was rigid against her mound.
He shifted his hips a little and she looked up at him with a grin, knowing he wanted her to feel it.
“So, have you been exploring?”
“This house is huge,” she said.
“I can’t take credit for the building itself, it was already here,” Julian said, “I wanted privacy, and acreage, and a place to grow grapes. We can take a tour of the grounds later, if you’d like.”
“I’d like that very much.”
Nico walked in, his face brightening when he saw them and he came over to kiss her too. Julian kept his arm around her so she was sandwiched between the two of them as Nico’s mouth covered hers, his hand curling around her waist.
Even as Nico kissed her, Julian’s mouth moved over her bare shoulder, his hand sliding the silk away to expose it, his lips following the fabric.
Nico’s firm mouth moved on hers gently, his tongue danced lightly over hers and she opened to him. His tongue slipped deep between them as he slid his hand into her hair to cup her head and hold it while he gently savored her. His mouth was as talented on hers as it had been when he had eaten her pussy. She’d be hard pressed to say which of the two men was the better kisser.
Obligingly, Nico tightened his hold on her waist so she could arch back against him as Julian’s free hand slid beneath her breast to cup it, his thumb brushing across the hardened nub beneath the silk. Nico shifted to settle his hardening erection between the cheeks of her ass, his hips undulating against her, driving hers against Julian’s.
“This is ridiculous,” she murmured. “I can’t seem to get enough of you, either of you. It’s as if I’m in heat.”
Julian grinned. “In a way, you are, your body is answering your desire as you change.”
Concerned, he looked at her.
“Do you mind?”
Rafi shook her head. “How could I? Besides I think it’s a much that as like being a kid with a new toy, I just want to keep playing with it.”
> Both Julian and Nico laughed.
“Play away,” Nico said.
She sighed with pleasure, looking from one to the other, puzzled, questioning. It amazed her that there seemed to be no jealousy between them. She just couldn’t find the words to ask.
With a shrug and a smile, Julian said, in answer to her unasked question, “We grew up together. Nico was the younger brother I never had. We shared almost everything. Over the centuries, fighting beside each other, watching out for each other, we’ve only grown closer. We didn’t want to be forced to choose between one or the other. This is no different. This was what we were seeking.”
His fingers traced the line of her jaw.
“Besides,” Nico said, brushing his mouth over the curve of her throat and shoulder, “we both like you very much.”
She shivered with pleasure at the feel of his soft mouth on her, reaching up to curl an arm backward over his neck. His free hand slid up her thigh beneath the dress. She felt his lips curve against her throat as he found nothing there to impede him. Julian hadn’t laid out any underwear, so she’d worn none.
Heat flooded her pussy with his fingers so close.
“As I like you both very much,” she said, sliding other hand over Julian’s hip to close around the tight curve of his ass and pull him closer.
Julian groaned, his cock as hard as steel. “Gods, Rafi, do you know how much I want you?”
Leaning back, he showed her, the thin silk of his tented over a very impressive erection.
Watching her expression as she reached for him - the wonder, the hungry look in her eyes as she stroked her fingers down the length of his shaft nearly drove him mad. The heat in her eyes as she looked at his cock beneath the thin material nearly made Julian come where he stood.
He’d been delighted and astonished to watch her walk into the study still clearly a little weak, her face a little pale, but on her feet and under her own power. Her resilience and strength surprised him, gave him hope that this might indeed work. The look on her face, the light in her eyes as he’d gone to her gave him more than hope. To feel her mouth beneath his, as hot and avid as his own, gave him still more. The feel of her lush body against him was intoxicating. He remembered all too well how tight she had been around his cock, how hot and wet, her pussy clenching around him.
But this…
Her fingers touched the crown of his cock, traced it beneath the silk of his pants, and slipped over the bead of pre-cum. It felt wonderful. She reached for the drawstring. His cock was rigid, throbbing.
“Rafi,” he said.
She looked up at him, those stormy blue eyes bright. “I don’t feel that bad, Julian.” Her gaze turned mischievous. “Besides, I want to taste you.”
Every muscle in Julian’s body seemed to lock at her words, at the image in his mind, at the thought of her lovely mouth around his cock, sucking him.
Abruptly, those stormy eyes closed as she gasped then quivered.
Behind her Nico grinned. “She truly doesn’t, Julian.”
The scent of her arousal came to him as Nico held up his glistening fingers. Now Julian understood the shudder. He gave Nico a look. They really should wait, give her time to recover.
A tug distracted him and he looked down to find Rafi pulling the waist of his pants down. Sliding her hand over his shaft, she curled her fingers around his cock. Her gaze rose and fixed on his, her eyelids fluttering a little. As he watched Nico’s hand slide beneath the dress, stroking once more, he understood. Just the thought that Nico was finger-fucking her beneath her dress made him harder.
Julian gave up.
His cock swelled in her hand as he reached out to grab a handful of her hair and dragged her mouth to his.
Rafi was in heaven, caught between them as Julian’s mouth devoured hers, his long, thick cock throbbing in her hand as she pumped it. Nico’s arm spanned her waist, holding her tight against him as he ground his cock on her ass, his free hand beneath her skirt, fingers gliding over her clit, down and into her soaked pussy, then back up again.
Hot sensation poured through her as Nico tormented her.
With Nico holding her still, Julian had a hand free to close over her breast once again, to slide beneath the material and draw it out to squeeze, caress and admire. His long, strong fingers teased her nipple, playing with it, swirling lightly, pinching it to make it harder.
She was intensely aware that there was staff in the house while she was being taken, deliciously tormented by both men, her breast exposed, her cries and gasps of pleasure seeming too loud in the room. Somehow that knowledge made it a little more exciting.
Julian’s tongue speared deep into her mouth, while Nico played with her labia and clit. In her hands, Julian’s cock throbbed and twitched.
Then Julian’s arm slid behind her back so that Rafi was wrapped in both their arms as Julian’s hot mouth brushed soft kisses over her face, traced the curve of her ear and down her throat. Each hot kiss, each nibble, left a trail of fire.
His mouth hovered just above her nipple. She could feel his warm breath over her hot skin. Raising her heavy eyelids, she found him watching her. He ran his tongue around her taut, aching nipple as she watched. Her pussy creamed as Nico slowly slid two fingers into it. Just as slowly, Julian sucked on her breast, drawing her nipple into his mouth.
She moaned at the sensation of Nico’s fingers sliding deeper and deeper into her pussy.
Then Julian suckled hard and Nico plunged his fingers deep, finger-fucking her once more.
With a cry she came, her knees buckling.
Julian swept her up into his strong arms and carried her to the couch to cradle her in his lap. It was strange to have someone so concerned with her well-being.
His cock though had felt like suede-covered iron in her hand. He hadn’t been far from coming, nor had Nico, she knew, yet neither of them mentioned it.
Well, she wasn’t some fragile flower.
Every one of her muscles trembled but she was hungry for Julian, for his body, for those rounded pecs, for those ridged abs and for that long, thick cock. She hadn’t had the chance to play with Nico yet either. The two of them had only piqued her hunger. She wanted to suck on Julian’s cock, suck on Nico’s cock, and she wanted one of them to fuck her. Looking up into Julian’s brilliant dark eyes, she was grateful to be sitting down, but she wasn’t ready to stop yet.
Watching those eyes go hot as she reached out for Nico, she pressed her mouth against Julian’s strong, hard chest and tasted his skin with a flick of her tongue. She heard him groan.
Obedient to that reaching hand, Nico followed, his cock throbbing, growing even harder as he watched Rafi’s mouth moving on Julian, those pretty lips closing around Julian’s nipple as he shuddered with pleasure, his eyes closing.
Stroking the long line of her back, the curve of her tight ass while fisting his cock with his other hand, Nico watched Rafi. He could see Julian fight the urge to force her downward.
Down she went anyway, her mouth avid, trailing kisses before she pressed it against Julian’s groin, her long chestnut hair trailing over Julian’s shaft in what must have been sheer torment as she sucked on him.
Julian groaned, his body going taut.
Sitting back a little on her heels, Rafi lifted her head, drawing her hair back with one hand so they both could see, so they could watch. She waited, her eyes on Julian.
When his eyes flicked open, her tongue slipped out to slowly sweep across the mushroom-shaped head of his cock to gather up the pre-cum pearled there, driving another deep groan from Julian’s throat.
Nico saw the muscles in his cousin’s body flex, his hand clench even more tightly in Rafi’s hair. Nico could imagine that soft tongue sliding across his cock. His balls drew up tight.
Rafi smiled, sliding her tongue around the head of Julian’s shaft as she watched him. His body stiffened even more. She sucked his cock head slowly into her mouth.
Nico thought he couldn’t get any hard
er but he did as he watched those pretty lips close around Julian’s thick erection. Then Rafi shifted her hips in clear invitation.
To him.
Nico went white hot, his cock nearly exploding with the need to be inside her. He positioned himself behind her as Julian opened his eyes and looked at him, the movement drawing his attention. His dark eyes went hotter.
Slowly, so slowly, because he knew he would explode if he went any faster, Nico sank his throbbing member deep into her sweet pussy. She was tight, so tight around him, her inner muscles flexing. It was beyond pleasure as he sank in her to the hilt, balls-deep.
She moaned softly and Julian quivered.
The wet sound of her mouth on Julian as she sucked him drove Nico wild.
Nico fucked her as her head began to bob, her lips around Julian’s cock, Julian’s hands deep into her hair.
For Julian, the feel of Rafi’s hot, wet mouth on his shaft was intoxicating. It took every ounce of his strength not to demand more, not to grip her head and fuck that pretty mouth hard. Not to plunge his cock deep into her throat.
His control nearly shattered though as she moved, offering her beautiful ass to Nico. And when Nico took her? Julian tried not to come as he watched Nico fuck her, as Nico’s cock plunged into that silken sheath. The feel of her mouth around his own erection was delicious. Maddening.
Watching her lips slide over the head of his cock, her lovely eyes closed, one hand curled around his shaft or caressing and cupping his balls, shredded his precarious control.
Then she looked up at him, her gaze sultry as she took a deep breath and swallowed him deep, so deep he could feel her throat muscles working around his cock head as she sucked him.
His control snapped, shattered completely. Julian locked his hands in her hair as he drove his cock deep into her mouth and fucked it.
Rafi knew the moment Julian’s control broke and quickly took a deep breath as his hands tightened, his cock plunging deep into her mouth. She heard Nico’s swift intake of breath, knew he watched, his hardness spearing her pussy, his hips slamming against her, driving his cock against her g-spot. His hand came around her hips to find her clit. She almost sobbed with the pleasure of it as he pinched and tugged on it as she sucked wildly on Julian’s driving cock.
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