by Jane Jamison
He groaned and clutched her buttocks. A hard slap to one cheek sent zings of delicious pain flaring through her butt cheek to bring the first orgasm bursting out of her. Her juices flooded over his cock. She saw the flash of victory in his eyes.
With a devilish smile, he took her hands off his shoulders and pushed them behind her, capturing her wrists with one hand. The move made her breasts jump higher, and he hungrily dragged a nipple into his mouth. Another slap echoed against the sounds of their lovemaking as he flattened his hand against her other cheek. She lay her head back and moaned as another small orgasm shuddered out of her.
He was her stallion and she was his rider, but it was the stallion that was in control now. Again and again, he shoved into her, bouncing first one then the other tit into his mouth. Slipping his hand between her ass cheeks, he drove a finger into her anus.
She gasped at the new, unfamiliar sensation. Her tight walls clamped around his finger as her pussy walls had done to his cock. She rocked, the motion making his cock enter her as his finger left then back again.
“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? A sweet, tight good girl just ready to be fucked.”
She tried to move her arms, but he wouldn’t let go. She clenched her pussy and her butt hole, loving the way it felt to have both her holes filled. An image of Jude fucking her pussy while Damon rammed his cock inside her ass, and Riker offered her his cock to suck, sent a flush of added lust to rush through her body. “Fuck me, Jude.”
His shoved another finger into her asshole. “You want Damon to fuck you, don’t you?”
She looked at him and wondered if he’d read her mind. She had to speak the truth. “Yes. Oh, yes.”
He ground his teeth together then flicked his tongue over her nipple. “You want Riker to fuck you, too.”
His statement was more a question than it sounded. “Yes.”
“Then say it. Tell me who you want to fuck you.” His breath came out in pants as he rammed into her pussy.
She tightened her pussy around his cock, the friction of his cock straining the walls of her pussy, driving her need higher. Her hair danced over her shoulders, feathering along her chest to brush across her nipples. Working her hips, she pushed down against his cock. She clenched her butt again, keeping his fingers inside her.
“Tell me, Kelly.”
She mewled and told him what she wanted. “Yes, yes. I want all of you to fuck me.”
“Say their names. Who do you want to fuck you?”
She had to tell him, wanted to tell him. “I want you to fuck me. I want Damon to fuck me. I want Riker to fuck me.”
He grabbed hold of her hair and yanked, bringing her lips close to his. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
She stuck out her tongue. He laughed then stuck his own out and touched the tip of hers. That simple act ripped more juices from her pussy.
“What have you done with Damon?” His dark eyes glittered.
“Not as much as this.”
“And with Riker? What happened in the ladies’ room?”
She closed her eyes, remembering Riker between her legs then her mouth on his cock. “He finger-fucked me, and I sucked his cock.”
“Then I want the same.” Picking her up, he threw her onto her back and straddled her chest. “Suck my dick.”
She was more than willing to comply. Drawing his cock into her mouth, she tasted her sweet juices mixed with his tangier flavor. He rocked his hips back and forth, shoving his cock inside her mouth. She pulled on him, dragging in every ounce of his taste that she could.
His jaws worked as he gritted his teeth and watched her take his cock. Pushing her breasts together to rub against his cock, he tortured one nipple then the other between his fingers.
“Damn, but for a good girl, you’re very good at being bad.” He closed his eyes and put his head back.
She flicked her tongue over his length then sucked him in again. He stopped near his release, then, with a groan, he pulled away from her. He kissed her, sweeping his tongue around her mouth.
He cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known. Never doubt yourself again.” Moving quickly, he slid off her and flipped her over on her stomach.
“Bend over, baby. I’m going to fuck you again.”
She went to her elbows, putting her forehead to the bed. He rubbed her clit, making her wiggle her ass against his crotch. Swirling his fingertips around her pussy, he shoved two fingers into her sheath then withdrew them. The sound of him sucking her cream off his fingers turned her on even more, and she whimpered her yearning.
He chuckled then dug his fingers into her buttocks and shoved his cock inside her pussy. She cried out as he rammed into her harder and harder until she found it difficult to stay on her elbows.
His pounding quickened along with the speed of his panting until all she could hear was the sound of his flesh striking hers and the noises they made with each of his thrusts.
“Jude, please. Fuck me more. Make me come again.”
He groaned and slammed into her. The heat in her pussy burst outward to shudder the climax through the rest of her body. Jude groaned again, then stiffened, paused, and let his seed burst free. Spasms racked their bodies as the ride of their releases continued until Jude’s weight pushed her against the bed.
“Damn.”
She pushed up, urging him to move away from her. He fell onto his back then pulled her body next to his. Perspiration slid between their bodies, but she didn’t have the strength to get up and find a towel.
“Jude?”
“Yeah?”
“How did the candles light up?”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Baby, when magic happens, don’t question it. Just lie back and enjoy.”
Was he talking about the candles or their lovemaking? She snuggled closer and decided to take his advice.
* * * *
“You asshole.” Riker’s fangs cut through his gums, and although he tried to hold back the transformation, his skin tingled where the fur was quickly replacing his skin. He hated shifting whenever he got angry, but he couldn’t always stop it from starting.
He and Jude had driven over to Damon’s place from the ranch where both of them lived. Riker preferred the confines of the small room at the back of the sprawling ranch house and left the rest of the place for Jude to roam throughout the night. Damon was the only one of the three who lived in the town of Passion, but even he would join them at the ranch at times. Damon’s condo was filled with photographs, some hanging on the walls while stacks of them lay piled on the floor. Cameras and other photographic materials were scattered over the large coffee table. Although he preferred to snap candid shots outside, the room to the left served as his studio, including the adjoining bathroom that had been transformed into a darkroom. Damon’s bedroom to the right was closed off as it always was.
“Like you didn’t get her in the ladies’ room at The Gilded Cage.” Jude let his fangs come out, but if push came to shove they weren’t as large as a werewolf’s fangs. He hissed, his eyes growing dark red as he released a tiny part of his vampire power.
“I didn’t get to fuck her.” Riker wiggled his fingers. “Unless you count using these instead of my cock.”
“What the hell are you two complaining about? I didn’t get anything near the time you two got with her.” Damon slung the last of his morning coffee into the sink. Coffee splattered onto the counter, the floor, and the backsplash.
As another werewolf, Riker could sense the animal power building inside Damon. If he released his full strength, he’d have to transform to protect himself from Damon’s anger.
When Riker saw Damon contain his shift, he shook his head and arms, pushing back the change. It wouldn’t be the first time the three of them had gotten into a fight with claws and fangs, but he never liked the outcome. No one ever won, because somehow they’d always managed to keep their beasts from getting totally free—so far. �
��What can I say? I lost control.”
He knew as soon as he’d said the words that he should’ve kept his mouth shut. The horror of what could happen when they lost control was always close to the surface. He glanced at Damon and knew his friend was remembering a day long in the past. But the past was never far from the surface.
“Damn it, guys. I didn’t mean it like that. You know I didn’t.” A part of his anger fled as he watched the pain on each brother’s face. He’d had his part in giving them that pain, but there was nothing he could do about it now.
After Riker and the vampire D’Lecro had attacked Damon and Jude on the road back to Atlanta, Riker had been overcome with remorse. He’d searched for Damon for years, always getting close but never finding him until New York City.
By then, Damon had already suffered his own loss of control. Once Damon had forgiven Riker for what he’d done, they’d gotten drunk, alone in a cramped hotel room. It was there that Damon told Riker about Jude’s and his attack shortly after arriving home to find their mother dead and buried and their home in ashes. In their agony of losing their mother, the brothers had lost control and had taken their vengeance out on a neighboring man and his wife. Although they hadn’t killed the couple, they’d wanted to, and that was frightening enough. If the couple hadn’t fled to their root cellar, they would’ve been torn to shreds. When Damon and Jude regained their senses, they’d vowed to never again let their beasts run wild. Even the word control had them gritting their teeth and doing whatever they could to wipe the memory of that day from their thoughts.
“You shouldn’t have taken her.” Damon ground out his words, the guttural sound of his wolf clawing at the surface. He gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, his claws making scratches in the granite. “Tell me you didn’t bite her. We agreed. She won’t be changed into either shifter or vampire unless and until she asks for it. We agreed not to do that to her.”
Jude was the opposite of Damon. To look at him, one would never know how close he was to exploding. But Riker could tell he was struggling to keep his vampire side contained. It was evident in the stiff way Jude held himself apart from them and in the careful manner he had of not looking directly at Riker or Damon. If their gazes met, Jude could use his powers to make them believe whatever he wanted them to believe. They trusted Jude to never use his powers against them, and so far he’d earned their trust.
“No. I didn’t bite her. I wanted to do that more than anything, but I didn’t. As for taking her to bed first, you can’t tell me that you wouldn’t have done the same thing if you’d been in my place.”
“I guess we’ll never know, will we?” Riker’s voice was soft, but the strain in his voice was real. Jude lowered his head, a nonverbal acknowledgement that what Riker said was right.
Damon was an open book to Jude’s closed one. His anger was on display, reflected in the way he fisted his hands to keep the claws at bay and in the snarl on his lips. He paced the room, going from the kitchen to the front door and back again several times. “Kelly’s special. That’s what makes this hard. We agreed that if we ever found the one woman that all three of us were searching for, we’d wait and share her.”
Jude let out a long breath. “Fine. You’re right. I screwed up. I admit it. But if you’re asking me to regret making love to her, then you’re out of your mind.”
A knock on Damon’s door sent them whirling toward the sound. Damon rolled his shoulders and neck, forcing his werewolf back down. Jude stood straight, clicked his head to the side, and withdrew his fangs, which made a quick squishy sound. Riker flexed his hands, closed his eyes, and visualized his werewolf cowering under his glare. He forced his animal back inside its cage.
“Damon? Are you there? I have a few more questions for the interview.”
Damon yanked his hand away from the doorknob, pivoted, and whispered the name of the person they already knew was on the other side of the door. “It’s Kelly.”
Taking one last look to make sure they’d hidden any sign of their inner beasts, Damon opened the door. “Hey, you. Come on in.”
Kelly glanced past him and saw Riker and Jude. “Am I interrupting something? I thought I heard loud voices. I can come back at a more convenient time.”
“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about the loud voices. We were just debating ranch business.” Damon took a large coffee cup from her, leaving her holding a paper bag and one of the drinks. He put the other cup down on the coffee table then grabbed a camera.
She followed him into the room and held up the bag. “I brought an assortment of breakfast goodies like Danishes, doughnuts, and more. I bought an entire dozen just in case Damon’s appetite is like Riker’s, so there’s enough for all of us to share.”
Jude tossed his friends a smile that ended up centering on Kelly. “Sure. We like sharing.”
Riker drew in a long, slow breath as a pink hue glided from her neck into her cheeks. Her scent soared through him, turning on his desire like nothing before ever had. She was the light to his dark, a bright beacon to his inner animal. His cock throbbed in recognition.
The sound of a camera clicking as Damon took a photograph drew their attention. Kelly held up her hands in front of her face before he could snap another photo.
“Damon, no.”
Damon lowered the camera and shot her a grin. “Sorry, but I had to. I mean, what photographer could resist a face like yours?”
A soft smile flitted across her face. “Well, okay. I guess flattery gets you off the hook this time.”
Riker exchanged a glance with Jude. Damon and his charm had always been a winning combination with the ladies.
Damon ran a hand through his hair. “Damn. I’m sorry, Kelly. I flat forgot about this morning. Riker and I’ve got to get back to the display at the festival. You could come with us if you like.”
“Why don’t I answer some questions for you? I’d hate to see all your trouble go uneaten.” Jude took the sack from Kelly and opened it. “Dibs on the chocolate doughnut.”
No way was he going to leave Jude alone with Kelly again. Riker snatched the bag from Jude and handed it back to Kelly. “We’re all very sorry, but we’ve got to get going. Jude, you remember that meeting you have, don’t you?”
“Not really.”
“Sure you do.” Damon took Jude’s arm and hurried him toward the front door. “We’re sorry, Kelly. Rain check?”
“Yeah. Sure. Maybe I’ll stop by the festival later.”
She was confused by their apparent need to get away from her, but leaving her confused was a lot better than leaving her alone with Damon with his shifter so close to the surface. As for Jude, he’d already proven he shouldn’t be left alone with her.
Riker took hold of the doorknob, hating himself for being rude, and waited until Kelly took the hint to leave. She walked past them, gave him a searching look, then headed toward her car in the parking lot.
* * * *
Tess held back the desire to “vamp out” as Jude had often called it, but it was hard as hell when she was staring at the little bitch that had charmed her men. And they were her men, whether they wanted to admit it or not. She’d heard them arguing over the little slut called Kelly, and it had infuriated her to think they wasted breath on a useless argument. The bitch had paused before knocking on the door because she could hear them, but Tess doubted that she’d understood their words between their snarls and growls.
No, she wasn’t about to let the sweeter-than-sweet whore get the best of her. She’d spent too much time and energy in pursuit of them to let a stinking human have them.
Her fangs slid over her bottom lip. As werewolf shifters, she could understand Damon and Riker not grasping the full possibilities of what she could give them as their mate. If they had, they would’ve gotten on their knees in front of her and thanked her for the honor that a vampire would want them. But Jude? He should’ve sensed their connection and taken her as his mate as soon as they’d met. Why did he keep denying what
they had together?
She ducked lower behind the bushes next to Damon’s townhome as the bitch and her men came out to their cars. They paused, discussing the day’s events and other nonsense. She growled deep in her throat when Damon slid his palm over the bitch’s arm, and Riker leaned forward to whisper something in her ear. The bitch laughed at a comment Jude made, twisting Tess’s gut even harder.
She’d gotten close enough to the men to smell the bitch’s scent on them, and after following Jude and the bitch home last night, it had taken every ounce of her willpower not to break down the door and rip out the tramp’s throat after Jude left her. She’d defiled her men with her human pussy, but she’d have them back and renew them.
A noise to her left startled her. She narrowed her eyes and using her vampire sight saw a chubby, balding excuse for a human male hiding behind another bush. The fact that he was doing the same thing she was didn’t matter. He was scum for spying on her men.
She slunk back away from the bushes, aiming to come up behind him and sink her fangs into his neck. He wouldn’t spy on them much longer. Besides, she’d missed drinking her morning blood.
She was directly behind him when the idea came. Maybe he wasn’t spying on her men. Maybe he was spying on the bitch. Her lips curled back into a silent snarl. He could prove useful in getting rid of the skank.
Inch by inch, she snuck up behind him. Even with his weak human senses, he felt her behind him and jerked his head around. For a brief moment, she toyed with the idea of keeping his head turning and breaking his neck. But she had better plans for him.
She waved her hand in front of his face and locked her gaze to his frightened one. In an instant, he was hers. She motioned for him to follow her as she led him away from the group standing outside. Out of earshot, she turned to confront him again. Keeping her eyes to his dull ones, she mind-linked with him.
Ah, you have such a weak mind even for a human. But that’s all right. What’s your name?
She heard his answer as clearly as if he’d spoken it out loud.
