Havenfall Harbor Book Two: Paranormal Ménage Romance MFM

by Albany Walker

  Evan’s footsteps are heavy as he makes his way into the living room. He doesn’t say anything about our position on the couch, but I see his eyes rake over Quinn. He’s probably checking to make sure she’s okay. I’m not even offended, I’m glad. Even though I know I would never hurt her, Evan would rip my arms off if I did and anyone else who might try.

  I push up from Quinn, our lower bodies still connected, needing to see her face. I want to memorize every fucking detail. She looks amazing, just like I pictured. Her blue eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips are a little swollen from my kisses, and her hair looks like she’s just been fucked, but damn if she doesn’t seem like she wants more. There isn’t an ounce of regret in her gaze.

  Quinn

  “You trying to steal my girl, vampire?” Evan stomps into the room. His voice is soft, so at odds with his heavy footfalls.

  “Our girl, bear,” Griffin amends without breaking eye contact with me. I swallow thickly. I have never been so turned on in my life. I’ve heard a vampire bite is intoxicating, but I don’t feel drunk, I feel fucking amazing. Like I can feel the air kissing my skin, like every nerve ending in my body has come to life for the very first time. The fact that Griffin is between my legs and looking down at me like I’m his salvation could be part of the reason I feel like I could fly. Pair that with the fact Evan just called me his girl, and I’m about as blissed out as I could be without actually orgasming. Which I probably already would have, if Griffin would have stayed on my neck any longer.

  We’re on a precipice. This moment feels huge, like what happens in the next few seconds could shape our future. I know what I want to happen, but I’m not sure if I should tell them or show them.

  I look across the room to Evan. His long hair is wet, and I get distracted by all the skin on display. Good Lord, the man is stunning. No wonder my friend said it was impossible to date a human man after being with so many supernaturals. It’s kind of unfair. His chest and shoulders are wide, tapering down to his waist. He’s not ripped with muscles the way a body builder is, he’s more like a solid wall of strength.

  Evan’s hand balls up at his side, and it makes the muscles in his forearm tighten. All it takes is a miniscule eye movement to the left, and my gaze lands on the only piece of clothing he’s wearing—a fitted pair of dark blue boxers. He’s either already hard, or he’s hung like a horse from the size of the bulge. Either way, I’m a lucky girl.

  “Am I officially out of the friend zone yet?” My voice is husky.

  Griffin moves with vampire quickness and snags me from the couch. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks in the direction Evan came from. Hopefully, he’s taking me to the bedroom.

  “Obviously, we haven’t been doing a very good job taking care of our girl if she thinks she was ever in the friend zone,” Evan quips as we approach.

  The second we’re within touching distance, I run my fingers over Evan’s chest, wishing I could have reached his stomach…or even lower. I’m no prude, but damn, these men make me a wanton mess. I’ll blame how needy I am on the fact that I haven’t had sex in almost six months. Add that to the fact that I’ve slept between them for days without even getting myself off, and it’s easy to see why I may be getting kind of desperate.

  “We’re about to rectify that,” Griffin growls while cupping my ass. Every step he takes jostles me enough that I want to grind against him. All too soon, he’s laying me on his bed and taking a step back. I feel the loss of his body instantly.

  The room is dark, much too dark for me to see clearly. I’m torn between asking them to turn on the lights so I can see all of them and leaving them off. I’m pretty comfortable with my body, but let’s face it, I don’t have a shifter’s metabolism, nor do I possess the physical perfection of a blooded vampire either.

  The decision is made for me when a lamp flares to life. Evan and Griffin are both standing near the end of the bed, their eyes on me. It reminds me that even with the lights off, they wouldn’t have any trouble seeing, so why should I miss the show?

  I sit up, and a little bit of nervousness worms its way into my thoughts now that I don’t have Griffin pressed up against me. I’ve never been with two guys at once before. While the idea is exciting, I’m just not sure how this is going to work. I mean, I’ve watched plenty of porn, but this is the real thing, and Griffin sure doesn’t look like a pizza delivery man that my boyfriend catches me screwing.

  Evan leans over and starts to crawl up the bed. “If you’re changing your mind…”

  “I’m not,” I say quickly. “It’s just, there are two of you.”

  I lower myself back onto the bed as Evan continues to crawl forward until he’s leaning over me. Ever so slowly, he sinks his body down against mine so we’re lined up in all the right places. Next, his lips find mine, and every reservation I thought I had is gone in an instant. His wet hair touches the side of my face, and I can feel tiny drops of water cascading across my neck. The sensation is enough to have the area where Griffin bit flaring to life.

  Evan tastes minty when he dips his tongue into my mouth, but it’s too brief. He pulls back and teases me with just the tip of his tongue. I lift my head off the bed in a bid to get closer. My mouth is open as I drag in a breath, and that’s when I catch his scent. Evan smells delicious. He’s fresh from the shower, but there’s something else. A heady fragrance that makes me think of burning wood and new leather. He smells so damn good, all I can think about is tasting his skin.

  I dip my head and run my lips over his jaw. His stubble is rough against my lips, but I like it. Going lower, I find the smooth skin of his neck. After another deep inhale, I plant soft, open-mouthed kisses everywhere I can reach. Evan curls over me, damn near caging me under him, but it doesn’t feel like a prison, no, I feel safe and protected. Reaching up, I feel a slight tremor shaking my fingers as I slide them over his bare back. Evan’s muscles shift beneath my touch. What I said about him being solid was absolutely correct, every inch of skin is taut and perfect.

  Moving quickly, Evan rolls us to the left so he’s under me, my legs opening and my knees falling to the sides of his hips. He’s definitely already hard, and thank God for leggings, because I can feel everything.

  I open my eyes to gaze down at him. His brown orbs are a little wild as his hands rest on my hips, kneading my flesh. He looks hungry. I curl closer to him and run my nose over the soft hair covering his chest. “You smell divine,” I tell him as I let my tongue blaze a path along his skin. Evan’s back arches, showing me he likes what I’m doing.

  I lean back so I’m straddling his hips, and his hands tighten as he pulls me down to grind against him. Without prompting, I grab the hem of my shirt and tug it over my head. My bra is a deep maroon with mesh cups. Being around Griffin and Evan so much has made me much more cognizant of what I’m putting on under my clothes. A girl has hope that her efforts will be appreciated at some point, and Evan doesn’t disappoint.

  I watch his eyes dart to my chest, and his tongue peeks out to make a lazy swipe along his bottom lip. I glance over in Griffin’s direction, but he’s not where I expected him to be.

  Cool fingers brush against the heated skin of my back, and I jerk my head to the right, finding Griffin kneeling on the bed next to me. He’s so close, I don’t even have to bend to press our lips together.

  This is the moment it sinks in. Evan is beneath me, his hands splayed over my hips and ass, while Griffin is kissing me. As much as I thought I knew what this would be like or how many times I imagined it, it’s nothing like I dreamed. It’s so much more.

  Griffin cups my cheeks so gently, you’d think I was made of spun glass, but his kiss is something else. It’s dark and deep, needy to the point of almost painful, but not because he’s hurting me, no, it’s because he’s remaking everything I thought I knew about kissing.

  I have one hand planted on Evan’s chest, and I curl the fingers of the other around Griffin’s wrist, pinning them both in place. Evan moves to sit up,
wrapping his arms around my back. It brings my breasts flush against his bare skin, and I hiss into Griffin’s mouth. He steals the sound and my breath when he nips my bottom lip with the edge of his tooth. I don’t taste blood, but Griffin lets out a prolonged groan, making me think he does as he swipes his tongue over the spot.

  The heady feeling of euphoria I experienced with his bite tingles at the base of my spine. I roll my hips against Evan. With one-handed grace that I should probably be concerned about, Evan undoes the latch of my bra, then drags the straps from my shoulders, but he’s pressed so tightly against me, it doesn’t fall away.

  Working as a team, the men pull away from me, Griffin from the kiss and Evan to lie on the bed. I flick my gaze between them and let my bra slide the rest of the way down my arms before tossing it to the side. Their gazes are locked on me, and not just on my chest. Griffin’s eyes keep dipping to my neck, the same area he bit, as if he’s transfixed by the spot or wants more. I would totally be okay with that.

  “How much do you like these pants?” Evan asks, and I have to take a minute to think about his question.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean would you be upset if I ruined them?” Evan bites his lower lip. “I want them gone, but I don’t want you to move.”

  “Uh…” I must be a little tipsy from Griffin’s bite, because I don’t know how to answer. I don’t have a surplus of extra clothes, but I can see the appeal of him getting rid of the pants without me having to move. Then again, I’m not sure how he would even accomplish something like that.

  “We’ll buy you more,” Evan offers before I feel his finger tuck into my waistband. A popping sound comes next. With a practiced slowness, he drags his knuckle down the side of my leg, and the pants rend in his wake.

  I look down to see my hip and thigh exposed. “You weren’t kidding.”

  “Not about getting you naked,” Griffin growls softly into my ear. I watch Evan’s hand as he splits the bottom hem. His fingers are tipped with wicked, curved black nails, and there are small patches of white fur on his hands. I didn’t even realize a partial shift was possible until I saw him do it in my office today.

  The other side goes much quicker. I don’t know if he was worried about how I would react to losing the pants or his partial shift, but whatever it was, he seems more confident the second time. With one quick jerk, Griffin tugs my leggings and panties so they’re no longer between Evan and me. I feel a slight burn against my tender flesh, but nothing too bad. “Next time, let’s just get naked before we get in bed,” I murmur.

  “I thought I mentioned clothing is always optional.” Griffin’s hand traces up my leg from my ankle, curling around my knee and the side of my thigh, then gliding up still until he reaches my breast. There, he makes a circle just shy of my nipple.

  I rake my lidded gaze over his body. “Looks like you still have a lot of work to do then,” I comment, pointing out the fact that he’s still wearing way too many clothes. So is Evan, and he’s only in boxers.

  Evan sits up again, and this time when our chests connect, it’s without the barrier of fabric. He’s so very warm. My head falls back when his lips and tongue start exploring my neck and collarbones. Both of his hands are wrapped around my back, enveloping me tightly against him. It’s actually rather hard to focus on both of them at once, every new touch pulling me in a new direction. My eyes keep wanting to fall closed so I can feel everything this moment has to offer, but that means I wouldn’t get to see them, which would be a sin in and of itself.

  I tangle my hands in Evan’s long hair. He lets out a huff against my skin, and his hips lift, telling me he likes it. He shifts our positions again, and I have a moment to appreciate Griffin’s large bed when I land on my back. Evan is kneeling between my thighs, grinding against me. His hand is on my breast, and I arch up, loving how he can move me around so effortlessly.

  “Lose the shorts,” I tell him, hooking my knees high on his sides.

  Evan places his forehead on mine and nibbles my lips. “Unless you’re ready for cubs, I need a condom.”

  “Wait, cubs?” The thought of children, possibly shifter children, pulls me from my lusty haze. I am so not ready for kids right now.

  Evan grinds his dick right where I need him to be, but those stupid fucking shorts get in the way. “Eventually,” he replies, completely unabashed that he’s talking about children, or cubs, or whatever. My mind isn’t ready to go there.

  “I’m on the pill, but maybe doubling up wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

  “She’s not fertile,” Griffin announces. I look to the left and find a well and truly naked vampire standing next to the bed. Holy hell!

  Where Evan is bulky and oozes strength and virility, Griffin radiates raw, carnal intensity. There isn’t an ounce of flab on him, every muscle is honed and trimmed to perfection. He could make sculptors weep, and he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. I let my eyes travel lower, following the lines on the inside of his hips—the ones that make smart girls do stupid things—leading down to his erection.

  “Are you sure?” Evan asks, and I can’t even remember the question.

  “Huh?”

  Griffin chuckles darkly and answers, “I’m positive, but it’s up to her.” I don’t even want to know how Griffin knows I’m not fertile. Okay, so maybe I kind of do, but I’m not asking him now.

  Evan pushes one side of his boxers down so I can see the side of his hip. Shoot, why are guys’ hips so damn sexy? He grinds against me again, and just from that little shift of fabric, I can feel the silky skin of the base of his dick against my flesh.

  My head falls back to the mattress as he really starts working his hips. Goddamn, I can already imagine what he will feel like inside me. “Get rid of the shorts before I change my mind.” I’m only teasing, there’s no changing my mind.

  Evan shifts a little to the right, then quickly to the left, his knees lift, and then he’s back where he belongs between my legs. He slides his hands under my back and lifts me so I’m straddling his thighs. I place my arms over his shoulders, making our lips almost even, and then I lean in for a kiss, but instead of closing my eyes, I look over at Griffin.

  Evan rubs his thumb over my nipple, teasing my peak with one hand while the other skims down my side and between my legs. I suck on his tongue when he dips his fingers inside me, but it’s just a small tease before he pulls right back out and uses the same finger to circle my clit.

  Using my arms on his shoulders, I lift myself while swiveling my hips, trying to show him I want more than just his hand between my legs. Thankfully, he takes the hint and lines himself up at my entrance. Usually, I’m all for foreplay, but I’m nearly desperate at this point.

  I break the kiss and cradle his head in my arms, my mouth falling open as he slides into me. He’s thick enough that the few months I’ve gone without sex gives me the most wonderful burn. Evan gathers my long hair in his fist and pulls it to the side, taking my head with it. His tongue slides lazily from my outer shoulder to the curve where it meets my neck. He nibbles and kisses his way back and forth a few times until the trail of dampness left in his wake has a shiver working its way down my spine.

  After a few shallow thrusts, Evan’s hand slides down from my breast to cup my ass, pulling me against him until our pelvises are locked together and he’s deep inside me. Holy hell, he feels good. Evan goes completely still except for a quiver that starts in his thighs. Being a girl that likes to be on top during sex, I know the signs of fatigue, but then his arms start to shake too. I start to pull back, but Evan crushes me against him and starts moving again. All thoughts of muscle strain evaporate when he starts sliding in and out of me quickly, yanking me forward by my ass so I can feel him against my clit with every grind.

  Griffin draws my attention by moving around the bed. His chin is lowered, making the planes of his face look almost harsh. The way his light eyes are examining me makes me feel like I’m prey, even
though he’s not even touching me.

  Griffin stops when he’s standing right in front of me. I don’t bother to repress the soft sighs falling from my lips. I want him to be closer. I want to touch him. I roam my eyes over his body. He tilts his head to the side and reaches down to take his cock in his hand.

  My hand aches, and I realize I’m fisting my fingers so tightly it hurts. Evan is still kissing my shoulder, so I nose his hair out of the way and return the favor. That delicious smell wafts up from his skin, and I damn near purr when I taste him, but I never take my eyes off Griffin.

  Evan’s pace speeds up. My hair is still in his fist, so when he gives a tug, my head tips back and I can see his face. His lips are lifted in a snarl. “Quinn Shaw.” Eyes wild, he searches my face. “You are mine and I claim you.” I get a little lightheaded, but that may be because in the next second, Evan sinks his teeth into my shoulder. There’s a sharp pain, but it’s gone in the next second as an orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks.

  It’s nothing like the bite from Griffin, it’s somehow more primal. Evan’s ragged breathing is the only thing I hear besides my heartbeat. It’s as if we’re in a vacuum where nothing else exists besides us. Heat cascades over my back, radiating from the place where his teeth are still clamped against my skin. The warmth continues to flow until I feel completely enveloped with the sensation. I feel like I’m about to burn up.

  Accept me, tell me I’m yours. Evan’s urgent words echo in my mind like a memory of something that never happened.

  “You’re mine,” I whisper anyway. The relief is instant. A groan, moan, or some combination of the two falls from me as the heat burning me from the inside flows from my skin like steam rising off a hot spring.

  My arms are damn near useless and start to slide from Evan’s shoulders. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs softly and tightens his grip before sliding forward until my back hits the cool sheets again.