by V L Moon
As she walked back through into her living quarters, it seemed Tobias was up for some of his own brand of fun. Stepping back into the shadows, she watched as Tobias’s fingers teased Roman’s hair. A deep, very low resonating growl oozed from his lips and sent shivers of something delicious racing through her blood. Tension coiled in Roman’s shoulders, but the male refused to move. The scent of Roman’s heated blood stung her nostrils. His agitated state was palpable in the air, but Roman was as unwilling as she to walk away from the night’s obvious possibilities. The sight of the two of them together flooder her core and she had the insane need to see them kiss. Would they? Could she ask?
Kimberly Stroner, you’re a voyeuristic whore. A devilish grin slipped across her face and she quietly set down the tumblers and unclasped her dress. It pooled on the floor at her feet, leaving her dressed in nothing but her black Jimmy Choo’s and a sheer silk camisole that barely hid the curve of her ass. Glasses back in hand, she made her way into the room and stood before the two aroused males. The delight on Tobias’s face radiated sexual prowess while Roman remained cool, his eyes hooded.
Keeping one hand tangled in Roman’s hair, the wolf popped the cap on the honey colored liquor and filled each glass as she held them out. Roman accepted his and wasted no time in emptying his glass before closing his eyes and visibly relaxing against the soft leather sofa.
A wolfish, wicked glint sparkled mischievously in Tobias’s eyes. He winked playfully at her, and then turned his gaze to Roman’s handsome face. Kimberly took his lead. She knew what he wanted her to do, and she wanted it, too. Splaying her long legs to either side of Roman’s knees, she crawled onto his lap. The vampire’s menacingly dark eyes opened wide and his hands instantly came to rest on her hips as she settled her core against the bulge in his pants. God he was beautiful and lethally dangerous. Her fangs throbbed, she wanted to taste the magic of his blood and fall into the depths of those deadly eyes. Holding his gaze, she rocked her hips over the swell in his crotch. His grip on her tightened, and she moaned when the heat from Tobias’s hands stroked down over her shoulders to caress her throat and collarbone.
Roman broke their eye contact to watch the wolf’s fingers glide down over the smooth material to cup her breasts in his palms. Kimberly arched her back to greet Tobias’s scorching touch and ground her sex against Roman’s cock. She reveled in their dual heat and wanted more, wanted them both filling her deep. Roman’s fingers joined the fray and danced over her thighs before slipping beneath the hem and rising to skim over her stomach. Tobias’s breath tickled the hairs on her neck as he leaned in closer. Slowly, he caught the bottom of the slip and drew it over her head. Trapped and naked between the two overly amorous and powerful males, Kimberly shivered in wicked need.
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“Taste her,” Tobias’s husky voice broke the silence. His hands returned to cup her bare breasts. He offered them to Roman. “You know you want to, vampire.”
“Yes, please.” Kimberly leaned forward. Her hands ran up Roman’s broad shoulders and linked behind his neck. Her back arched and her chest rose. Taut nipples begged for his mouth and tongue to ease them. He couldn’t refuse. Fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked her into his mouth.
“Oh Roman, yes.” She writhed against him, pressing her drenched core against his painfully engorged cock. Warm, strong fingers slid along his jaw. Male fingers, the wolf. Roman stiffened and his concentration on Kimberly shattered. He lifted his head to meet golden eyes, glinting with passion.
“Kiss him.” Kimberly’s breathy demand snapped his gaze to her face. “Please, I want to see.”
“Oh yeah. Kiss me, vampire. I want a taste.”
Roman’s gaze flicked over Kimberly’s shoulder to Tobias. The ballsy wolf straddled Roman’s knees and stood naked and gloriously aroused. A wicked burn lit in Roman’s gut, one fueled by the male who so blatantly challenged him. The potent brew in his system urged him to comply, to take their dare and run with it. He’d never touched another male sexually. Never even considered it, but something about Tobias called to him on a deeply primitive level. Before he could change his mind, he lunged up and snaked out a hand to capture Tobias’s neck. With a show of strength, he jerked the wolf off his feet. As their mouths collided, Tobias tumbled down into his lap behind Kimberly. The flame in his stomach erupted in a shower of sparks. Electricity sizzled along his nerve endings as their tongues mated.
The weight of the wolf crushed Kimberly against Roman’s chest, and she took full advantage. Her lips fastened on his neck and she sucked hard on his flesh. Tobias deepened their kiss. Two sets of hands got busy on his shirt, fingers fumbled with buttons until his chest was bare. A soft caress by slim fingers was quickly followed by a much firmer touch. Roman groaned and raised his hands, but it wasn’t Kimberly he reached to caress. A growl rumbled up from his chest when Tobias broke their kiss.
He watched mesmerized as the wolf’s mouth found Kimberly’s throat. He leaned back as Tobias’s hands slid down from Kimberly’s breasts over her flat stomach. They dipped in the vee where her thighs split over his crotch. One closed around his erection still trapped beneath his tuxedo pants, applying pressure that made him gasp. Kimberly’s body jerked as the male obviously found her clit. The smell of her arousal wafted up from between their bodies. He needed to taste.
“Floor,” he demanded and immediately Tobias’s weight lifted. The wolf carried Kimberly with him and moved to the bedroom instead. Roman followed, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes. In the master suite, Tobias laid Kimberly on the bed and moved back. Torn between the stunning male and sinking his tongue into Kimberly’s pussy, he wavered.
“Come here,” Kimberly called from her relaxed position against the pillows. Her thighs fell open exposing her slick nether lips. Slowly, she trailed her fingers over her mons and dipped them into her cream. The decision was out of his hands. His knee hit the mattress and he lunged forward, burying his face between her splayed thighs. The first lick blew his mind. She tasted so sweet, nectar to a starving man. He licked and sucked along her folds leaving no part of her untasted. The mattress dipped again. Tobias’s heat seared along his side when the wolf lay down.
Roman lifted his head to see the two locked in a kiss while Tobias pinched and rolled her nipples. At Roman’s side, the wolf’s cock jutted proudly from his hips. Without removing his mouth from Kimberly’s sweet flesh, he reached out and grasped the thickness. Tobias groaned and his hips bucked.
Experimentally, Roman stroked base to tip. His eyes widened in surprise when the wolf’s hips rocked, shoving his cock deeper into his grasp. He liked it. Roman did it again with the same result. Slim fingers found his hair and pressed hard, smashing his lips against Kimberly’s pussy. A chuckle escaped. No neglecting the female while giving the wolf a hand job. Got it. Roman dropped his head, plunging his tongue deep into her channel. He matched the strokes of Tobias’s cock to the rhythm of the tongue fucking, the matched moans stoked the fires of his desire.
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Tobias’s sensual nature rejoiced in the thrill of being desired by not one, but two, vampires. It was just what he needed after the horror and hurt of losing members of their pack. One of the vamps was ripe for the taking, and the other was quickly getting there. He groaned from the overwhelming sensations as Kimberly’s tongue played against his own and Roman’s hand pumped the girth of his weeping cock. Christ, it all felt so good. And, the smell…
“Fuck.” The scent of their arousal drove him crazy with desire. A low growl ripped from his lips as Roman’s thumb teased over the tip of his cock and anointed the broad, bulbous tip with the beaded pearl of pre...cum nestled atop the slit. The sensation caused Tobias to jut out his hips. He wanted to be buried inside…both of them. “Shit”
Soft mewls of desire floated into the air as Kimberly arched and writhed. Her hips bucked and fell as she rode Roman’s face with mounting ferocity. Tobias couldn’t decide which was hotter, but the view of Roma
n’s face buried deep between Kimberly’s petal soft thighs was one he’d remember for a very long time. He growled in delight as her hips bowed off the bed again. Swiftly, he lifted her shoulders and shifted so he lay beneath her. When her hips lowered again, her small firm ass rested against the width of his hips.
With his cock nestled between her thighs, Tobias began a slow roll that shifted the flesh of her lips apart and stroked it over the entrance of her saturated core. He looked over her shoulder and down at Roman’s flushed handsome face. He never spoke…no words were needed. Tobias just grinned, daring Roman with a wicked glint in his eyes. The vampire didn’t hesitate. He dropped his head back between Kimberly’s thighs and using his tongue and fangs, toyed over the open display of her glistening lips. Tobias waited with baited breath and nearly howled when that hot tongue trailed over his hard cock.
Tobias let himself go. One hand tweaked and teased Kimberly’s firm nipples while the other spread her apart for Roman’s tongue to play over the hard swollen nub of her clit. Roman’s tongue laved at her core, dipping and thrusting in rhythm with Tobias’s plunging fingers. Kimberly screamed and her body trembled between them as her orgasm struck.
Awash in the power of her arousal, Tobias thrust up into her soaking wet core. He entered her hard and never slowed down until Roman rose up between their spread knees. Tobias almost lost his rhythm at the magnificence of the vampire male. Though he couldn’t see it, he knew Roman’s fist rode his own cock. He felt the heat of the vampire’s gaze on his dick as it tunneled in and out of Kimberly’s tight sheath.
“Roman,” Kimberly called, reaching for him. The vampire responded by leaning over them and planting a fist beside Tobias’s head. Tobias sucked in air as the other male’s hard cock inched in against his. Their eyes met and locked as they moved in unison, rubbing off against each other, enveloped in the wet heat of Kimberly’s core. Her inner wall gripped them tight.
Roman drove in to meet Tobias’s pace. Reaching up, Tobias slid a hand behind Roman’s head and drew him down. He almost growled in frustration when Kimberly claimed that full lush mouth. But then, it was his turn. He savored the delicious taste of the male and raked his tongue over the vampire’s fangs. A groan escaped when Roman nicked his tongue and began to suckle, drawing deep hard pulls of the wolf’s hot blood into his mouth. Tobias watched mesmerized as power flooded into Roman’s eyes.
When Roman pulled back, Tobias licked his lips and mouthed, “Fuck her real good, vampire.” Roman nodded and braced both arms. Their hips crashed frantically, both penetrating Kimberly deep as she writhed between them. Her head thrashed on his chest. Tobias caught her hair in a fist and pulled it away from her neck. His teeth closed over the throbbing pulse in her throat. His wolf howled as the fire in his balls spread up through his cock. His gaze flickered to meet Roman’s and he pushed out the thought that he was going to cum. The vampire’s eyes and nostrils flared.
Roman’s thrusts increased and drove ever deeper. The friction was so damned sweet. He felt each stroke of Roman’s cock pressed against his own as they humped and plunged inside of Kimberly again and again. Her cries soared out to join theirs and all three came together in a rush of thick creamy wet seed.
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Full to bursting, Kimberly thrashed; trapped between the two hard muscular bodies. She loved the lurid sensation of both their hard cocks pistoning into her sopping sex. Her inner walls gripped them, milking them as she ground down then arched up. She’d never felt so complete, or so beautiful. Although she had never considered multiple partners or sharing a lover, she’d never be able to choose between Roman’s dark, exotic allure and Tobias’s masculine wildness. So she’d have them both, as often as possible. And when they’d worn her out, she’d happily watch as they sated each other.
Roman might try to hide it, but he liked being a part of this ménage. It was written all over his gorgeous face. The heated looks he directed at Tobias while thinking nobody noticed added to the allure of his innocence. Whether he’d admit to it or not, he wanted Tobias and it was extremely obvious Tobias felt exactly the same way about him. And, both of them wanted her…
Powerful thrusts spread her apart and threatened to consume her every breath. She squirmed wanting more, wanting the sweet rapture to tear her apart.
“Fill me up, boys. Oh yes, yes…fuck me hard, faster please.” Kimberly thrashed as her orgasm swept over her, and her nails raked down Roman’s broad, muscular back. Tobias’s teeth held her by the throat as the room filled with the scent of wild lascivious sex. Moans pierced the air, and Kimberly joined in with the carnal chorus of wild grunts as her body convulsed around the two hard pumping cocks. She felt their seed spill over into her core. It sent her back over the edge, and she came again in time with a thunderous howl from Tobias’s lips.
Silence ensued as Roman collapsed against her. Both males lay panting and still. Tobias moved slowly, turning them all until they each lay on their sides sweaty, flushed, but happy and appeased. Both males remained buried deep inside her as Tobias’s arm swept around them, followed by a long muscular thigh that draped around her and Roman. His nose passed in long sweeps at the back of her ear. She knew from her lessons that the behavior meant he was marking her as his. She liked the domineering gesture. For some reason, it brought her peace.
She settled back against Roman’s chest and drew Tobias in closer until she was securely wedged between them with no room to move. Tobias smiled down at her and kissed the tip of her nose while he reached out to take hold of Roman’s hand and bring it to his lips. The wolf’s eyes sparkled as he smiled. She heard Roman’s heart start to race. She smiled knowing both males were as smitten with each other as they were with her. This could work, she thought as the throws of sleep gently lulled her. This could really be the start of something special and beautifully unique…
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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
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VATICAN CITY, ROME
The sounds of the changing guard outside the chamber doors lured Malachi from sleep’s hold. Half awake, he slid an arm across the sheets, searching for the angel. Cool silk met his questing fingers. His eyes snapped open to find emptiness. The events of the night before crashed into his psyche. Loz had been so different, rising above him to take her pleasure. The gentleness he’d never experienced despite all of his conquests. On his back, he tucked an arm under his head. He’d been with females before, back before his proclivity for pain surpassed his inclination to protect the more delicate female form.
When Laziel offered himself as his sexual partner, he’d given Malachi far more than the angel ever realized. With Laziel, Malachi could be himself, exorcise the demons that rode him while giving the angel pleasure and gaining some measure of peace for himself.
He knew he’d hurt Loz with his repeated requests for Laziel. He’d witnessed the pain in her eyes. He hated to inflict the wounds, but his heart, his body, his very soul craved Laziel. He understood that Laziel and Lorenza were one and the same, different halves to the angel. But, there were differences in personality, and certainly differences in appearance. Only two things stayed the same in either form, the angel’s blood and the celestial scent. The angel’s purest essence was the only thing that allowed Malachi to give Loz what she had so obviously craved.
The tenderness was as foreign to him as sunlight was to most vampires. A heaviness settled in his chest. The night with Loz would forever remain in his memory and hold a special place in his heart, but he needed Laziel, he needed his male to center him.
A glance at the clock showed the hour to be late morning, not quite noon. Loz would have gone before sunrise to uphold appearances. Malachi rolled from the bed and hurried through a shower. Dressed and ready for the day, he again checked the time. Where the fuck was Laziel? Throwing open the bedroom doors, his gaze tracked their spacious quarters. A useless gesture, his senses told him the angel was not even in the enclave. With a growl of irritation, he stalked from
the bedroom. Two guards fell in behind him as he marched through the halls to his office. When they followed him inside, he turned an icy glare on them.
“Out.”
“But Sire, Laziel…”
“I said get out.” Malachi interrupted them, his stare never wavering from the two. After a visible swallow, Saul bowed.
“Yes, Majesty.” The door closed on the two, leaving Malachi alone in his office. Immediately, he reached out with all of his senses, searching for the angel. What he found confused him. Loz? The angel still wore the female form? Before he could get a lock on the angel, a wall came up blocking him. Irritation escalated to fury. What the hell was the female up to and why was Laziel allowing it? He pushed at the angel’s mind and met the solid wall of Laziel’s will. With a snarl, Malachi retreated. If the angel wanted to play games, it was fucking fine with him. He had a God...forsaken race to manage.
While his computer booted up, he hit the play button on the messages. One husky message from Ms. Stroner brought a brief smile to his face. The female would be indisposed for the day, and in the background the distinct voices of Roman and Tobias conversing low told him why. After making shorthand notes of the messages, he moved to email correspondence. The usual barrage of requests and complaints waited with only a few requiring immediate responses. When he came up for air and glanced at the clock, he instantly reached for Laziel. It wasn’t like the male to stay gone so long without checking in with him. Once again, he slammed into a barrier. His inner beast roared at the denial of his entrance. He sprung to his feet pacing to the bar and some liquid consolation. Tossing back the Glenfiddich, his mind raced. Something was wrong, something eluded him.
