The Twisted Kiss: Doomsyear, Book 1

by Anya Bast

  Finally, he pulled her away and pushed her back to the blanket. He forced her thighs to part and explored her with his strong, sure hand, petting her labia and stroking her aroused clit until she shuddered with need and the bud plumped, begging for more contact. He eased a finger deep inside her, then added a second, stretching her muscles and thrusting in and out. As he did this, his hot mouth found her breast and he sucked one nipple inside, teasing it until she was a writhing, moaning mess, and then moved on to the other.

  Then, he moved his head down to cover her sex with his mouth. He licked and sucked the sensitive folds between his lips and caressed her clit with his tongue until she was just on the verge of a climax. He held her there, suspended in a state of ecstasy, until she begged for him to enter her. She wanted to feel his cock pounding in and out of her, driving her over this precipice of pleasure he had her so carefully balanced on.

  He rose up a little, his dark gaze catching and holding hers. Then he licked his thumb, set it to her clit and rubbed up and down, making her moan out her pleasure. His fangs came out—sharp and deadly looking in the half light—and he lowered his mouth to her inner thigh.

  His fangs slid into her flesh in a sharp stab of pain that quickly faded into the most intense throbbing pleasure she’d ever experienced. As Michael drew her blood, she orgasmed. Her body shuddered and she cried out, her spine arching. For as long as Michael fed, the climax persisted, fading and then re-intensifying.

  By the time Michael had drunk his fill of her, she was a mess of boneless satisfaction. Her body tingled and quaked and she was pretty sure she couldn’t move.

  He licked the wound on her inner thigh, sealing it to heal, then settled down next to her, wrapping the blanket over them.

  “I had no idea,” she murmured. “I’ve heard stories, but, holy cow, I’ve never been bitten before.”

  Michael chuckled. “I’m glad you liked it.”

  “Like is far too mild a word.” She turned toward him, resting her head in the crook of his neck. His cock was still rock-hard and pressing against her thigh. “But what about you?”

  He kissed the top of her head. “Rest now.”

  At some point she fell asleep, drained by the intense reaction she’d had to being bitten by him. When she woke, it was to heat. While she’d slept, he’d been touching her. She woke with a gasp, panting, his fingers tunneling deep inside her cunt and his mouth over her nipple, his fangs just grazing her skin.

  Her gaze sought the moon and saw it was much lower in the sky—they were approaching dawn. “Michael.” His name came out a groan.

  “I need you, Kylie.” His voice was as close to uncontrolled as she’d ever heard it.

  “Condom,” she gasped. She was incredibly wet and she wondered if he’d been tonguing her as she slept.

  He found one in his jacket pocket and slid it on while she rose up on her knees and kissed him. Then he forced her back down to the blanket, spread her thighs and set the head of his cock to her entrance. One good thrust and she was impaled nearly to the base of him.

  She cried out and moaned in pleasure as her muscles stretched to allow his girth. Kneeling on the blanket, he slid her thighs over his waist, angling her hips upward and leveraging himself above her. Grasping her hips, he pulled out almost to the crown and pushed back in, making her eyes roll back in her head. He was strong enough to manage this position, where it would be too hard for most human men. Once her body had adjusted to accommodate him, he set up a hard and fast rhythm, pistoning in and out of her.

  “Touch yourself,” he said.

  Her eyes flew open. “Wh-what?”

  “Stroke your clit. I want to see your hand between your thighs while I fuck you.”

  Hesitating, she slid her hand slowly down her stomach to her clit and rubbed it with her first two fingers. He watched her, clearly aroused. Her breath caught as pleasure bloomed through her body. With his cock tunneling in and out of her, it wasn’t going to take much for her to come.

  “Touch your breast,” he ordered softly.

  Now into the game, she raised her hand and cupped her breast, dragging her fingers over the hardened nipple, rolling and pinching it until ripples of pleasure radiated through her. Her fingers stroked her clit harder and faster as he took her and her climax rose.

  It exploded over her and she soaked his thrusting cock, moaning out his name.

  As the waves of pleasure still had her caught in their grip, he pulled out of her, flipped her and set the head of his cock to the entrance of her rear.

  She tensed. “Michael?”

  “If you don’t want me to do this, just tell me.” His voice seemed strained, as if he was holding himself back.

  She remained motionless, her body wanting the pleasure she knew he’d give her, but her mind balked. Never in her life had she performed this act and it worried her.

  “I won’t hurt you.” His voice was soft, reassuring. “I would never hurt you, Kylie.”

  She believed him and…she wanted him. Biting her lower lip against a quiver of anxiety, she pressed back a little, bumping his cock and giving him permission to take her there.

  He eased the head of his cock within the tight entrance. She let out a sigh at the way it stimulated those intimate, not-often-used nerves. He pushed in a bit farther and she let out a small whimper as the pleasure grew.

  Dragging his hand down her abdomen, he slid his hand between her thighs from the front, found her clit and rubbed it. She moaned at the dual sensations. When he added another inch to his penetration, she understood why he stroked her clit. Now there was the slightest edge of discomfort, a twinge of pain that made the pleasure even sweeter. It was an odd feeling that was hard to put into words. She wanted more.

  He pushed in another inch and then another, her body accepting him more easily than she ever would have guessed.

  Curious sensations ripped through her. He had her on her knees, thighs spread, his cock now deep inside her. As he pulled back out slowly and thrust back in, he slipped his hand from her clit and thrust two fingers deep inside her cunt as he rocked in and out of her rear. It was a direct reversal of what Christian had done to her the night before…and it was good, oh, so very good.

  She felt the brush of fang at her throat and she arched her neck in invitation. His fangs slid in as deep as his cock and she shuddered in utter, complete ecstasy as he drew her blood while she came for the third time. Intense pleasure poured through her, stealing her thought, dominating her body.

  Finally he unlatched from her throat and groaned her name as he came in her rear, his cock jumping as he climaxed.

  They didn’t so much collapse as they melted onto the blanket. Every muscle in her body was sore and happy.

  “Both of you are going to kill me,” she murmured, fingering her throat, which was tacky with drying blood.

  Michael curled beside her, nipping her earlobe. “Let’s see how wild we can get.”

  At the moment, smiling and sated, she didn’t have a problem with that plan. “It’s amazing how up until last night, it was like my sexuality had been frozen in time. Now all of a sudden…”

  “I haven’t slept with a woman in over two years.”

  She moved her head so she could look into his face. “Why?”

  He bent his head and pressed his lips to hers. “Because two years ago, I noticed you for the first time.”

  She blinked, suddenly speechless. “Are you saying you saw me and suddenly decided—”

  “That no other woman was worth my time, yes.”

  Her mouth worked for a moment as she tried to make the jumble of emotion in her chest turn into words. “Michael…I had no idea.”

  “I knew of you for years. As soon as you bought the Twisted Kiss I saw you every night. But it wasn’t until one particular night that I looked up to see you laughing at something behind the bar while you dried a glass. In that one moment, I fell in love with you.”

  “What? I don’t understand. How could that hap
pen so fast?”

  “It didn’t. It happened over the course of years. I’d always noticed you, ever since we were kids.” He paused, as if remembering. “One of the periods I attended the town school, I remember how you and Carolyn teamed up against Sawyer Collins.”

  She snorted. “He was such a bully, always pushing around the younger kids.”

  “You and Carolyn brought him to his knees, made him stop that crap.”

  “That was how Carolyn and I became so close.”

  “I remember how unafraid you always were of the supes, so unlike most humans. You just lived among us, like you were one of us. Showed no fear or bigotry. That old dog you had, what was his name?”

  “Harvey.” She smiled. He’d been a mutt they’d taken in. She’d loved that old dog.

  “You used to walk him to town and back on summer afternoons.”

  She laughed. “When I passed the hardware store, Mr. Miller would always have a treat ready for him.”

  “I had all these memories of you. I liked you, admired you, thought you were beautiful, caring and fearless. But that night in the Twisted Kiss, when you were laughing behind the bar, that’s when I noticed you as a woman. I really saw you and I knew I loved you, even though falling in love with you probably happened over the span of ten years. In that moment, I knew you would be mine one day. I just needed to wait for the council to make it official.”

  “I always saw you watching me, but you never said anything. You never asked me out. Why?”

  “I knew you weren’t dating because of Louis. I knew you needed time.”

  “Oh.” She dropped her head to his chest. She could hear his heart thumping strong under her ear.

  “And because I was waiting for the proclamation.” His voice rumbled through his chest.

  She smiled. “You were that sure of yourself?”

  He waited a moment before he answered. “Yes.”

  Her smile faded and she listened to the pump of blood through his veins. Michael loved her and had loved her from afar for a very long time. How crazy was that? Both Christian and Michael had known she was their mate way before the council had declared it and she’d never known. Still really didn’t know.

  If she thought about it too much, her limbs grew cold and her heart started to pound. There had been another man who’d loved her and…

  Suddenly, Michael rolled away from her and bounded to his feet. “Come with me.” He held out a hand.

  “What?”

  “Come run in the woods with me like a wolf. Come on.” He waited a moment longer, while she stared at him in shock. Then he bounded away on legs four times as strong as hers, very nice buttocks flexing, and was gone into the dark. From a distance, she heard him call to her.

  Laughing, she got up and followed him.

  Christian took the steps up to Michael’s house two at a time and rapped at his screen door. It was just twilight and the vamp’s cycle was still in his driveway. His wolf had only released him a couple of hours ago and was still close to the surface, making him feel more aggressive than usual.

  When Michael didn’t come to the door right away, Christian banged harder.

  The door finally opened. Michael wore a pair of jeans and nothing else. No shirt, no shoes. Ordinarily Christian would’ve wondered if Kylie was here, with Michael answering the door dressed that way, but he knew exactly where Kylie was. Sometime during the time he and Kylie had made love, he’d developed a deep psychic connection to her.

  “Did it happen for you too?” Christian asked, his hands in fists at his sides.

  Michael cocked his head. “Did what happen?”

  “Are you going to let me in or what?”

  Michael pushed the door open and Christian caught it. Then Michael turned and walked into the foyer of his immense house. It was a classy place, nothing like the small house Christian kept in town. This house was all polished mahogany, antique furniture and chandeliers.

  Christian followed Michael down the hallway to the living room. “I know you fucked her.”

  Michael turned to regard him with cool, dark, vampiric eyes. “And I know how you know that.”

  “Then it did happen for you.”

  “If you’re talking about the fact that I can now feel Kylie from afar… Yes, it happened for me too.”

  Christian paced to the fireplace and back, pushing a hand through his hair. “What the fuck, man? No one told me this would happen. It’s like Kylie has rented part of my skull. I can sense where she is and how she’s feeling. Last night, it was like being in a nightmare. I was a wolf, running down a deer in the woods, and I could feel her ecstasy with you. I knew it when she came”—he turned and speared him with an angry gaze—“three times.”

  Michael held up a hand. “No sense getting competitive. It’s the chemicals from my bite that helps a woman come that often and so strong.”

  “I made her scream my name twice without any help,” Christian countered with a growl.

  Michael didn’t rise to the bait. He just stood there, watching Christian pace back and forth.

  “The council never told me this would happen. What the fuck is it from?”

  “They never told me it would happen either. I think it must have something to do with the fact that we’re supes and she’s human. Whatever the reason, I like it. What’s your problem?”

  Christian rounded on him. “My problem is I’m sharing Kylie only because I have to share her. I’m enduring this, but I hate it and I don’t fucking want to know when you’re screwing her brains out.”

  “You’re jealous.”

  “Yes, I’m fucking jealous.”

  “And you think I’m not?” Michael’s voice had risen a notch and his dark eyes flashed. It was the first time he’d ever seen the vamp show any temper. “You had her first. You think that didn’t suck for me?”

  “Yeah, well, you made up for it by sucking the next night.”

  Michael turned away from him and walked to the large window overlooking the well-kept yard. Christian had known Michael had inherited some bucks when his father had passed, but he hadn’t known exactly how much dough the vamp was rolling in. “We can’t do this. We have to find a way to ally ourselves. For her sake.”

  Christian sank into a nearby chair. “I know.”

  Michael walked back toward him. “She’s entranced by both of us now, but it’s a shallow attraction. Sexual. Her mind and body sense the emotional bond that you and I already know we share with her, but she’s resisting it. All she wants from us right now—”

  “Is our bodies.” Christian gave a rough laugh.

  “Something like that.”

  “She’ll come around to us. She has to.”

  Michael shrugged. “The past weighs heavy on her. She’s scared.”

  “Do you think she feels the same psychic connection to us?”

  Michael shook his head. “She’s human, remember?”

  “We can’t let her run away from us.”

  “I have no intention of ever letting her go.” Michael raised his brows in challenge. “How about you?”

  “Never.”

  Chapter Seven

  Kylie wrapped herself in an afghan she’d been told her grandmother had knitted and reclined on the couch in her living room. Outside, the world had gone cold quick. Winter was definitely on its way. A chilly rain had started this morning and hadn’t quit all day.

  Luckily the bar was closed today, so she didn’t have to go out unless she wanted to. And it seemed that both Christian and Michael were giving her a little space. That was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, stupidly, she missed them. On the other, she was glad to have some time to get her head together.

  There were about fifty things she could do with her rainy day off. The house needed a little bit of a cleaning. Most people didn’t like to clean their houses, but she enjoyed it. It gave her a sense of accomplishment—seeing direct results from her labor. It was also kind of a zen experience for her. While she cleaned,
she was perfectly in the moment, not thinking of the past or the future or any of her problems.

  Maybe cleaning was exactly the right activity for today.

  Then there was her almost-finished piece of artwork in the barn. Sighing, she gazed out toward the red building on the other side of her yard. She could bundle herself up and head over there. She had a wood stove that made the area nice and cozy when she wasn’t playing with her blowtorch.

  Yet something was holding her back from finishing up the piece, and she didn’t know what it was. There should be nothing preventing her from putting the final touches on it. After all, she’d started it as therapy of a sort, an effort for her to work through her emotions using metal and fire. It had worked.

  Maybe that’s what was holding her back—maybe some part of her was unwilling to give up her coping strategy. Or maybe she just wasn’t ready to let go of the guilt that had gripped her for so long it felt like a biological part of her.

  “Whatever.” Her mutter sounded loud in the quiet house.

  Flipping off the afghan, she went for a rag and the can of cleaner.

  She threw herself into cleaning with such total abandon that before she knew it, it was evening. As she was wiping down the kitchen counters, her last task for the day, she had a sudden flash of Michael and Christian walking up to her door. She stopped with the rag in her hand and lifted her head, frowning. How odd.

  The doorbell rang.

  Her frown deepened. Even odder.

  Abandoning her work, she walked down the short corridor to the front door. Through the heavy glass, she could see the outlines of two men. Her two men, she was sure.

  She jerked a little at the thought.

  Her two men.

  According to the council they were, but did she want them? Ah, now that was a complicated question. Yes, of course, she wanted them. She would have to be half-dead not to want them—the real question was did she deserve to have them?