by Kit Tunstall
ALL HUNTERS’ EVE
A Halloween Trick set in the world of
HUNTER’S PREY
Trick or Treating’s not just for kids this year!
Kit Tunstall
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All Hunters’ Eve
Kit Tunstall
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Chapter One
“Happy Halloween, chérie,” said Foster, stroking a strand of hair from Shaun’s face before tracing his finger up her cheek, pausing to touch the shadowed area under her right eye. The evidence of her exhaustion pained him, making him wonder if he and Armand should let her rest at least one more night before they made love to her in every conceivable way.
“Thanks.” She flashed a wan smile. “Ooh, Armand, you give the best foot massages. That feels heavenly.” Shaun wiggled her toes when he neared the arch of her foot with his tender fingers.
“No, ma belle, you feel heavenly.”
She shook her head, making silvery-blonde strands of hair fly around her face. “Darling, I feel anything but heavenly. I could sleep for another week. It’s so nice to finally be safe again.”
“Probably safe,” corrected Armand. His candor made Foster wince, and he shot a warning look to his friend. Reminding Shaun that they were always in danger of being captured by the Necro sapien Containment Agency wasn’t the best way to get her in an amorous frame of mind.
She waved her hand. “Who would look for us here?” It was clear Shaun felt secure in the little house they had found on the Oregon coast. Vacation season was over, and the owners were unlikely to return until next summer, so they had time to relax and figure out their next move. For his part, Foster knew what he wanted to do in the immediate future -- make love to his mate. It had been weeks since her transformation, but with the NCA so determined to capture Shaun before the baby’s birth, there hadn’t been time to relax, much less think of sex.
He shifted a bit to relieve some pressure when his cock swelled. Okay, there had been time to think about it, but little time to act on all the impulses. He knew Armand shared their frustration, and they planned to make tonight a treat for all of them.
As if reading his mind, Shaun yawned. “I think I’m going to bed, my loves.” She yawned again. “I’m just so tired these days.” Absently, she patted her rounded tummy.
Foster shared a look with Armand, and his expression revealed his disappointment. He shared the emotion with his friend, but they couldn’t insist on seducing her when she was clearly still exhausted. The past few weeks had drained all of them, but neither he nor Armand were pregnant. Shaun needed her rest. Their night of passion would have to wait until tomorrow night -- if she was up to it them. His groin ached at the thought. He was going to explode if he didn’t make love to her soon. It was torture to wait even another twenty-four hours. He couldn’t bear to think of her not being ready tomorrow night.
With a rueful smile, Foster bent forward to kiss her forehead. He didn’t dare sample her tempting lips for fear that he wouldn’t be able to stop with one brief kiss. “Good night, chérie.”
“Sleep well, ma belle.” Armand assisted her to her feet with a gentle pat on her tummy.
With another yawn, she took herself upstairs, disappearing from sight. Only when he was certain she couldn’t hear them did he turn to Armand. “The wait is killing me.”
Armand nodded, his black hair flipping onto his forehead in the process. “I share your frustrations, my friend.” He shrugged. “But how can we deprive her of sleep when she is nurturing our child?”
“Exactly.” Foster sighed. “Let’s hope our love feels better tomorrow.”
“If not, I’m going to feel even worse,” said Armand with a downward twist of his lips.
Chapter Two
Shaun waited impatiently for Armand and Foster to come to join her in the huge king-size bed that dominated the master bedroom. Anticipation made it difficult to get comfortable, and sleep was impossible, since she was on-edge, waiting for the slightest hint that they were outside the door. Despite being antsy, she did lie down for a while to encourage her daughter to stop kicking her in the side. In just a matter of a few weeks, she had progressed to almost full-term. The men thought the baby would come in a matter of days. She didn’t have much knowledge of vampire births, but she could sense the baby’s imminent arrival as well. Not tonight, but certainly, she would be with them soon.
The baby had just settled down, probably going to sleep, when she heard them on the stairs. Shaun struggled to pull herself out of the bed, hoping they could still find her sexy as she was, swollen and puffy.
They were talking softly as they entered the bedroom, and Shaun smiled when Armand broke off abruptly, stumbling to a stop. Foster crashed into him, too distracted by her, she hoped, to be paying attention to his steps. Their wide eyes and hungry expressions bolstered her confidence, and she reached out her hands to gesture for them to come to her. As if she had activated a switch, they walked forward and stopped in front of her. “Happy Halloween,” she purred, arching her back to better display her breasts in the red nightie she had found in the lingerie drawer, price tag still attached. It was stretchy lace material, so she had been able to squeeze into it.
Foster shook his head, as if trying to clear it. “You’re tired.”
“Not that tired.” The strap of the nightie slid down her arm, and she rolled her shoulder to make it fall lower still. “It’s a night for tricks and treats. I hope you’ll forgive my little trick so we can get to the treats.”
Armand chuckled. “You will have to earn forgiveness, Shaun.”
She slid closer to him, pressing her body against his, while wiggling her bottom against Foster’s side. “How can I do that?”
He lowered his head to kiss her, his lips firm and possessive. Shaun parted her mouth to allow his tongue inside, stroking it with hers. She met each thrust of his tongue and countered it. Armand seemed to want to devour her, but she shared his urgency.
Apparently, Foster did too, because he moved fully behind her to cup her breasts. Shaun moaned when he thumbed her hardened nipples. Pregnancy had made her breasts exquisitely sensitive, and she thought she could probably orgasm just from him continuing to stroke
her.
Armand broke the kiss to move his mouth lower, nibbling his way along her jaw line to her ear. Shaun sucked in a ragged breath when he licked her earlobe before drawing it into his mouth to suck. At that moment, Foster lightly pinched her nipples, and her body shook with the pleasure they were creating. “I have missed this so much.”
“So have we, chérie.” Foster’s breath wafted across the back of her neck as he lowered his mouth to whisper into the ear Armand was neglecting. “We had plans for tonight.”
“I know.” She groaned when he sucked on her earlobe in a complementary rhythm to Armand’s. How could her ears be so sensitive? Then again, after such a long time without making love, every part of her was starved for release and bound to be even more responsive. “I was mean, wasn’t I?”
“Evil,” said Armand without releasing her ear from his mouth.
“Absolutely,” agreed Foster, raising his head to rest his chin atop her hair. “Waiting for you one more night was killing me.”
“Me too.” Shaun turned in Foster’s arms to kiss him, causing Armand to let go of her ear. He compensated by kneeling behind her to blow on her lower back through the thin lace. She arched forward, bumping into the hard length of Foster’s eager body. His cock pressed against her hip, and she could barely hold back the urge to hike up the nightie, reveal her bare pussy, and ride her lover. Wet and dripping with need, she somehow managed to restrain herself from rushing through the moment.
His kiss was soft, his lips coaxing hers to open, though she needed no encouragement. Shaun slipped her tongue into his mouth, finding he tasted of peppermint and brandy, laced with a faint trace of copper. He must have indulged in a bag of the blood they had stolen from a blood bank in Portland two days ago. It piqued her appetite, but she had a more pressing need than sustenance and was able to repress the twinge of hunger.
Foster tugged at the neckline of the gown, peeling the lace from her torso and arms in one smooth motion. The bodice rested briefly at her waist before Armand took over the task of undressing her, pulling it down her hips and legs, until it pooled around her feet. Shaun stepped out of the garment, and he tossed it aside without thought to where it might land. She didn’t notice where it ended up either, because Armand chose that moment to press his lips to the spot on her lower back that he had been lightly blowing on. As he did so, Foster cupped her breasts again, rubbing his palms against them in a way that created delicious friction.
It was impossible to hold in a whimper when he pressed against her breasts as Armand’s mouth swept lower. He was driving her crazy with the way he hesitated at the dimple of her buttocks, breathing heavily against the sensitive spot. Foster broke the kiss to kneel before her in a pose similar to Armand’s. A glance in the mirror revealed their erotic tableau, and it was almost like watching three other people for a second, before pleasure washed away the abstract thought. He finally lowered his mouth an inch to nuzzle her cheeks just as Foster took one breast into his mouth, his tongue circling the nipple in a precise motion that made her arch forward.
Armand followed, pressing her closer to Foster. She grasped a handful of Foster’s caramel-brown curls to bring him closer to her breast. He sucked forcefully on the tender bead, taking a generous portion of the full globe into his mouth. A gush of wetness heated her slit and trickled down her thigh. She writhed against Foster as he sucked her nipple.
Suddenly, Armand’s head was against the back of her thighs, his tongue catching the arousal dripping from her. Shaun pushed her pelvis downward, anxious for him to bury his tongue inside her. He ignored the invitation and resumed his former position, this time parting her buttocks with his thumbs, his hands stretching her cheeks apart. She stiffened with anticipation and a hint of nervousness when he brought his mouth to the puckered bud. It clenched when his hot breath touched the flesh, and she forced herself to relax just as his tongue swept over her anus.
Foster continued to suck her breasts, alternating which one received his attentions. He used a free hand to fondle the other, and the hand he’d had on her hip moved lower. Her stomach fluttered when his fingers brushed her inner thigh, and she parted her legs as best she could to allow him access. He penetrated her opening easily, since she was so wet, just as Armand thrust his tongue inside her back passage. The two men synched their maneuvers so that she couldn’t escape the pleasure if she wanted to. To withdraw from Foster meant pressing against Armand’s mouth. Her decision was actually whether she wanted more mouth or finger. “You guys are driving me crazy.” It had been an effort to speak, and she couldn’t muster more words as they continued pumping her body between them. Her muscles contracted, and her sheath shuddered around Foster’s finger. The orgasm shot through her with devastating intensity, robbing her of the ability to stand on her own. If their hands hadn’t been there to support her, she would have collapsed.
They ferried her to the bed, and she lay on her back, sated but unsatisfied. With a crook of her finger, they came to her, Armand curling against her side, and Foster kneeling near her feet. She parted her legs, and he snuggled between them, his face against her rounded belly. Shaun experienced a moment of embarrassment when Armand caressed her stomach. She flinched when he pressed on her bellybutton that had popped out, almost like a turkey timer. The memory of how lithe and toned she had been when she first met them just weeks ago was such a jarring contrast to her new shape. How was it possible they still found her attractive?
Once again, he seemed to read her mind. “You are beautiful.” Armand kissed her stomach, and then his mouth moved higher.
“And so tasty,” said Foster, just before he swiped his tongue down her slit. Her thighs tightened reflexively when he flicked his tongue around her clit. Armand mimicked the motion with the nipple in his mouth, and she lost herself in the sensations, forgetting her temporary insecurities. Whether it was from doing without, or for some other reason, the two men seemed more enamored with her body than ever.
Foster feasted on her pussy, working his strong tongue around the walls of her opening, stopping several times to pay special attention to her throbbing clit. Armand kept his head against her breasts while his fingers roamed her body. At his urging, she rolled slightly onto her side to grant him access to her anus. He dipped his fingers into her pussy for lubrication as Foster circled her clit, and she gasped at the sensation, arching frantically against Foster’s face. “I don’t know if I can do this much longer.”
“We have all night.” Armand might have meant the words to be comforting, but they sounded almost threatening. Of course, it was a sensual threat, one that promised satisfaction. As Foster brought her to another climax, she wondered if they could fuck her to death as she had once imagined. At that time, she had feared them and what they wanted from her. Now, she embraced their desires because they mirrored hers. It would be nice, if impractical, to spend the rest of eternity in the bed, the three of them giving each other mutual satisfaction.
As the last shudders of her orgasm faded, Armand removed his fingers from her pussy to penetrate her anus. It had been at least two weeks since she’d had either man inside her backside, but her body welcomed him with ease. She thrust back against his fingers, wishing they were his cock instead. “Please, just make love to me. Foreplay is nice, but I need you. Both. Now.” The last two words were terse, pushed through gritted teeth as her thighs clenched around Foster, trapping his mouth against her in the throes of her release.
As the pleasure faded, Foster lifted his head, wiping away her arousal from his face. At the same time, Armand removed his fingers from her bottom and rolled her completely onto her side. Shaun curled her legs forward to give him enough room. She ached to feel his cock inside her as he lubed it up with a tube of gel he had brought back from a foraging trip to the closest town yesterday.
The tip of his cock penetrated her anus, stretching her almost painfully. A second of holding her breath and relaxing her muscles eased the slight pain, and then he was all the way inside her
. She thrust backward, wanting every inch, and he surged deeply into her. When she would have thrust again, Armand’s hand on her hip stilled her. “Please…”
“I know, ma belle, but let Foster join us.”
She nodded, wanting that more than anything. It took a bit of creative movement, but she rolled atop of Armand without him slipping from her anus. He had propped up pillows behind him at some point, and they were sitting up slightly in their current position. Shaun waited for Foster to get between her legs. Instead, he brought her legs together before straddling her. Armand had his hands up to stabilize Foster as her lover positioned himself to slide his erection into her waiting sheath. When Foster was inside her, Shaun moaned.
It was so good to have her mates back with her. During the weeks since her transformation, they had both been by her side almost every minute, but there hadn’t been nearly enough time for lovemaking. While Shaun was emotionally closer to them than she could have ever believed was possible, there had been something missing. Now she remembered what. It was so much more intense when they were physically joined; as though they all shared their feelings and experiences simultaneously. It was almost an overload to the system, but in a good way. She vowed that she wouldn’t allow them to go so long next time between joining sessions. Regardless of whatever danger they were in, they needed the physical closeness as much as the emotional in order for all of them to be complete.
With thrusts that started slow and careful, the men surged inside her, rocking her between them. Shaun couldn’t have moved if she wanted to, and she didn’t. It was nice to have the men pamper her, to not have to do any of the work and just be the center of their attention. Sometime soon, she would make it up to them, would spend hours worshiping their bodies, so that they would know how wonderful it felt. “I love you both so much.”
