by Trina M. Lee
A shiver ran down my spine when Arys ran his hands slowly up my back. I reached back to touch him, and he pushed my hand away, towards Shaz instead. With Arys behind me, I couldn't help but be overly aware of what he was doing. I followed his direction and turned my attention to my platinum blonde wolf.
Facing Shaz, I reached to run a hand through his short, messy locks. Silky soft, they slid through my fingers with ease. He brought his face close to mine so that we stared into one another. It was intense, and I fell into him with total abandon.
His lips were soft on mine. I opened my mouth invitingly, satisfied when his tongue slipped inside. I was struck with the urge to shift forms and run. Instead, I kissed him with a feverish desire that knew no bounds.
The passion raging through Shaz as he explored my mouth thoroughly was hot and intoxicating. It hadn't taken much to get him going. His energy was strong and commanding, the dominance of his wolf coming to the forefront. It always turned me on when his dominant side came out. Shaz could go from laid back to taking full control instantly if his instinct demanded it. Rather than me giving him control, he simply took it.
The urgency and command with which each of them touched me had me wondering if I was ready for whatever lay ahead. I was willing to find out.
When Arys slid his hands up beneath my shirt, I jumped slightly. It tickled a little.
As he continued his caress up my sides and over my stomach, a moist heat grew between my legs. His cool hands grew warmer as he fed off the growing sexual energy surrounding us. Breaking off our kiss, Shaz ran his hands down my shoulders to my wrists, gently raising my arms. Following his movements, Arys slipped my t-shirt up my body and over my head in one fluid motion.
For two men who could barely stand one another most of the time, they seemed to be able to read one another shockingly well. It both impressed and unnerved me how natural their reactions to each other were.
There was no pause or hesitation. Arys tossed my shirt aside and brought his hands back to the curve of my waist. I felt his lips on the back of my shoulder and a soft moan escaped me. Shaz' lips curled in a satisfied smile, and his eyes were all wolf. I threw my arms around his neck and nuzzled him like I would in wolf form. He lifted a strap of my white lace trim bra with a finger. Pulling it aside, he kissed his way down the side of my neck.
The touch of his predatory fangs on my skin was exhilarating. His clawed nails pressing into my arms had me ready for one or both of them to spill my blood. The need was as great as the ache to have one of them inside me.
As Shaz bit and sucked his way to the hollow of my collarbone, Arys removed his own shirt and pressed his naked chest to my back. Gently drawing my head to the side, he shifted so that he could kiss me.
Leaning back against the arm of the couch, Arys pulled me against him so that my back was arched. It gave Shaz full access to me, and he quickly took advantage of that.
Making his way to my exposed cleavage, he cupped my breasts and showered them with love. I buried my fingers in his hair when he rubbed my nipples through the lacey fabric.
Closing my eyes, I was overwhelmed by the combination of their scents. Arys broke off our kiss and returned his attention to my neck. He bit me just enough to draw the tiniest trace of blood. It didn't hurt, and I wanted it to. I needed to feel his fangs deep within my flesh.
The atmosphere was thick with power fueled by personal hungers and sensuality. It was stripping away the last of my resistance. I desperately wanted to feel them all over me, close and sweaty, a tangle of naked limbs. I craved it.
I reached for Shaz' shirt, tugging at it. He pushed my hands away so that I couldn't, and I growled. It earned me a grin and a fast but bruising kiss.
“Don't be so impatient, my love.” Arys released the clasp on my bra so that my breasts spilled free. “We have all night.”
“I can't wait much longer. The energy … it's too much.” I moaned when Shaz bent to draw one of my nipples into his mouth. The sensation of his massive fangs against my skin was heavenly as he licked and sucked the sensitive point.
Arys' fingers played in my hair as he watched Shaz worship my breasts. I squirmed on the couch between them. It didn't take much for either of these men to get me hot and bothered. Together, they turned me into a wanton vixen.
The touch of Shaz' tongue on my nipples was driving me crazy. The throb between my thighs built steadily. I was more than ready, and yet, they weren't ready to fulfill my need. It was almost enough to drive me into a frenzy. I wasn't ready to beg, yet.
I was just beginning to wonder about the couch being sturdy enough when Shaz stood up. Grasping my hands, he pulled me up with him. Arys reached for my leggings, gently pushing them down over my hips until they pooled on the floor at my feet. My thong panties were next. When I stood naked before them, I began to feel vulnerable.
Before I could tell them to hurry up and get those clothes off, Shaz picked me up in his strong arms.
“Bedroom,” he said, as if that one word explained everything. Perhaps it did.
Arys followed us, ambling slowly down the stairs to my room. I looked back at him over Shaz' shoulder.
“Get those pants off, mister. I won't be denied.”
He raised a dark eyebrow and smirked. “You're hardly in any position to be giving orders. In fact, I think you will be in whatever position we choose for you.”
“Do you promise?” I asked playfully.
We entered the bedroom, and Shaz set me in the middle of the bed. “I can guarantee it,” he replied. He stepped back out of reach and slowly began to peel his shirt off. I watched as he revealed smooth, hard abs and a chest that beckoned for my touch.
Arys came to stand at the end of the bed. He stared down at me for a long moment, flames of desire burning in his blue eyes. My breath caught when he crawled onto the bed. Nudging my legs apart, he ran his tongue around my navel in a way that was absolutely delightful. I had to concentrate on breathing to avoid holding my breath in anticipation.
My eyes were on Shaz as Arys licked a warm, moist path down my abdomen to the trim narrow patch of dark hair. From there he bit at my inner thighs, and I trembled. Shaz was gloriously nude when he approached the bed. I reached for him, and he stretched out alongside me.
I ran my hands over his hard chest, reveling in the feel of him pressed close. He nuzzled me, pressing his face to my neck. I flinched when Arys bit my thigh. His tongue soothed the sting of pain. Shaz' hands were all over me as he nipped my neck. I got the feeling that he wanted to taste my blood, which wasn't the usual for him. Likely, Arys'
bloodlust was swaying his desires.
Bringing his face to mine, Shaz plunged his tongue into my mouth at the same moment that Arys tasted me. My body jerked, and I clung to Shaz with desperation. I sucked on his tongue, fighting the urge to bite it. Arys delved deep inside me, licking me slowly from top to bottom and back up again. I cried out when he sucked at my clit.
Shaz stroked my hair with one hand and gently rubbed my nipples with the other.
My brain was on overload at the flurry of sensations. Their hands and mouths sought to consume me, and I wanted them to. I writhed beneath their dedicated attentions, and Arys held my hips to limit my movement. He attacked my sensitive nub until I was ending each cry with a small howl or snarl.
I trailed a hand down Shaz' body until I felt his hard shaft. It lay against him, reaching his bellybutton. Encircling it with my hand, I began to stroke him in a slow, steady rhythm. He sucked in his breath and threw his head back. I loved the effect that I had on him.
His soft caresses over my upper body sent shivers down my spine. Paired with Arys'
hungry attention, I lost my grip on self-control. The power that Arys and I commanded built into a raging storm. Adding Shaz' raw wolf energy was like throwing fresh meat to a starving lion. The power drew it in so that we all fed on one another, taking as much as we were giving.
The metaphysical pleasure was as intense as any joy, tran
scending the physical until it was nothing less than a spiritual experience. Their supernatural power rolled over and around me, each so very different. The high was like no other, and when Arys'
magnificent tongue pushed me over the edge, my climax was mind shattering.
For a long moment after, I could barely remember my own name. The glow enveloped me like a fuzzy blanket, and I blissfully sank into it. I barely noticed when Arys disappeared from his place between my legs until he filled the space beside me, opposite Shaz. He'd abandoned the last of his clothing.
His bloodlust was explosive. I could feel it, ready to consume. With his hand on my hip, he rolled me so that I lay on my siding facing Shaz. My back was to Arys who aligned his body so that it fit perfectly against mine. The impressive erection that he pressed to the curve of my behind brought a smile to my face.
Shaz lay on his side facing me, a look of pure carnal need in his eyes. He made no attempt to move slowly. Grabbing my leg, he drew it over his body so that he could press himself to my wet entrance. From behind me, Arys swept my hair back to bare my neck.
His lips fastened to my vein, and I knew what he wanted. It made me weak with need.
All I could feel on either side of my naked body was their perfect flesh. Quivering and ready, I was overcome by the sensation of being between them. With a hand on my waist, Shaz entered me with one slow, deep stroke. The sound I made was all animal. I loved that feeling of being filled by him. When he slowly withdrew just to thrust deep again, I clung to him with fingers that had at some point become razor sharp claws.
A small growl in my ear from Arys was the only warning I received. His fangs sank into my neck without haste. Rather than the quick plunge of fangs I was accustomed to with him, he eased them into my pumping vein. It was deliciously painful. I whimpered as my blood spilled into his mouth. His tongue swept the punctures, encouraging the crimson flow. My two lovers feasted upon me, and I was in heaven.
I reached a shaky hand back to touch Arys, finding his silky head of hair. He took my blood and energy into him, and I received just as much in turn from each of them.
Their pleasure was almost tangible as they had their way with me.
Instinct guided me as I met each of Shaz' thrusts. We could do this dance forever, and it would always be new and exciting. My body couldn't get enough of him, but even greater was the taste of his heady werewolf power as I drew it into me. The buzz of white noise rang inside my head as we all fed on one another.
It quickly became almost too much to bear. Shaz moaned, moving harder inside me as he filled me with hot seed. My body naturally reacted to his, muscles clenching to hold him tight. Even Arys made a small noise of pleasure as he sucked at my wounded throat.
The wave of orgasmic rapture that crashed over us left me breathless and trembling.
Shaz withdrew from me, and I instantly felt empty. He kissed me so tenderly that it didn't match the urgency of the empowered environment. The emotion that filled me grew to capacity and happy tears pricked at the back of my eyes. I blinked them away and savored the powerful moment.
Before I could even begin to gather myself, Arys released his hold on my bitten neck. Several drops of blood pumped from the punctures to course down the front of my body. He placed a smattering of small kisses on the arm that I'd curled around his neck so that I could touch his hair. I was entirely caught off guard when his erection found my opening from behind.
Arys pushed into me with a force that shoved me into Shaz. I gasped in both shock and pleasure. An arm across me, Arys held me to him as he pumped into my slick canal. I was driven by arousal, but I was suddenly afraid to meet Shaz' eyes with Arys inside me.
This had just never happened before.
My shock became confusion when I braved the gaze of my white wolf. Of all of the things that I expected to see there, I had never counted on unbridled bloodlust. Shaz eyed the scarlet trails marring my skin, and he licked his lips eagerly. Surely, my jaw dropped when he moved to place his mouth on the matching wounds that Arys had made in my throat.
When Shaz tongued the oozing bite mark, I let out a sound that was almost a sob. It was amazing. He licked at my blood, sucking at the bite. With my dark vampire dominating my body from behind, I thought surely I was dreaming. Even as I met each of Arys' forceful thrusts, I reached for Shaz, holding him close as he drew my blood into him.
I felt completely exposed and uninhibited. It was a sense of freedom that was strangely new to me. I'd never dared to dream that it could be like this.
Sweat had broken out all over me, creating a slippery layer. Arys' grip never slipped, though, as he stroked me deep inside. Each one pushed me closer to the brink of orgasm.
There was the unmistakable twitch of his cock within me, and he came hard. The intense climactic waves seemed to last forever, drawing the last of my strength.
The sound of my own heart beating seemed to reverberate inside my head. If I didn't know better, I would have thought the sound was external. Catching my breath was near impossible. Exhausted, I clung to each of them. My clawed nails were sticky, and it dawned on me that it was blood. Bringing a hand to my lips, I tasted the red smear on my fingers. Shaz.
Bloody scratches adorned his creamy skin. He didn't seem to mind. He licked a trace of my blood from his lower lip before pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
Arys buried his face in my hair, his arm across me tightening possessively. I lay between my two lovers as the afterglow set in. I noticed the clock on the nightstand flashed as if the power had surged. That was lucky. Arys and I had destroyed electrical components before when the power got out of control. Finding no damage was a relief.
I smiled to myself, soaring on the joyous high. Intoxication this good would never be legal. Their scents were all I could smell, and the touch of them on either side of me was surreal and welcome. I could get used to this.
* * * *
A few hours later the rush had faded. I was adorned with bruises and a satisfying ache that had been so worth it. I stretched languorously and yawned. Arys lay sprawled beside me. He was propped up with his head on one hand, watching me closely. Too closely. It made me wary.
The sound of Shaz moving and banging around in the kitchen reached us from the main floor. He'd gone up to take a shower and make some coffee. I kept waiting for the rich aroma to reach me.
The silence started to grow awkward when Arys continued to stare at me, a look of quiet contemplation on his face. I couldn't help but tense up. I was actually tempted to reach out to him mentally, to touch his mind. I hated opening the mental door between us but I wanted to know why he was looking at me like that. I changed my mind. I didn't even try it.
“You're giving me that look, like you can't figure me out,” Arys said with a knowing grin. “Don't you know me better than that?”
This was the first moment we'd had alone since the night we'd argued about Harley. I was nervous. “I do know you, Arys. So I know that when you look at me like that, it's because there's something you want to say. The question is, do I want to hear it?”
He was suddenly so serious it almost frightened me. I clutched the blanket tightly, holding it against my chest.
“Alexa … about the other day. I want to apologize. As soon as you mentioned him, I couldn't think straight. I don't think I handled it all that well.” Arys picked anxiously at a fluff on the blanket. I noted his careful avoidance of Harley's name. “I don't want things to be strained between us in any way. I can't live with that.”
“No, if anyone should apologize it should probably be me. I know better than to even mention something like that.” I forced myself to make eye contact when the rising guilt made it difficult. It was a good thing I hadn't tried to get inside his mind. I'd never be able to hide thoughts of Harley from him then. I hated hiding anything from Arys, but this was something he just couldn't know about right now.
“Look,” Arys fumbled for words. “You are free to do whatever you wish, but you h
ave my heart now. That's new for me. You've seen my past yourself. Love was not a big part of it. So, I worry about you. And, I don't trust him.”
“Then trust me.” The words came out more pleading than I'd intended. I blinked, praying he wouldn't see the truth in my eyes. “I'm not going to do anything stupid. I just want answers.”
“I can't control you, but it's in my nature to try just as it is in yours to resist.” His tone held much anguish, and I reached for him. He put his hand in mine, squeezing it reassuringly. “I can't make your choices for you or stop you from doing anything that you feel you need to. We don't need to rehash this again. I just want you to know that the thought of you anywhere near him hurts me. It's ridiculous, and I feel like a jackass, but it's true.”
There was shame in his eyes, and my heart broke for him. Why did he have to wait until after I'd arranged a deal with Harley to tell me this? What was I supposed to do?
Tell him, or just forget everything?
Sure, Arys could do some great things. The little healing trick was a beneficial one for sure. His problem was that he wouldn't admit that he needed answers too. We'd both gained new abilities after bonding our power and our blood as well as some serious side effects. I wasn't sure why it was more important to me. Maybe because I had already had my ass kicked and controlled by the power I held. That had to stop.
I couldn't let him feel like that. Arys deserved to be free in love, not trapped in chains by his own fears. “Arys, don't ever think how you feel is wrong. If something affects you, spit it out. Holding it in will blow up in your face.” I looked down at our joined hands. I felt like such an asshole for rushing to see Harley because Arys had upset me. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you in any way. I know you have an unpleasant past with Harley. My personal need for information has nothing to do with that though. But, I'm sorry.”
“No, I'm sorry. Let's just forget it. It's over.” He kissed me briefly before dropping the subject entirely.
