by Mara Leigh
Rock’s finger slides over my clit.
All the air pushes from my lungs at once. “Yes, I desire—yes.” Whatever Rock’s asking me, I want it. “Oh, yes. Please.”
Gray’s cock slips between my ass cheeks, and strokes there as the two men work together to slip my T-shirt up and over my head.
Rock takes the back of my thigh and urges my body over until I’m straddling his huge body, my hands on his shoulders.
Is this it? Is Rock finally going to fuck me?
Gray’s hands slide over my back, and he straddles Rock too, pressing in close behind me.
Hooking his arm behind my neck, Rock pulls me down for a kiss—a deep and passionate kiss that instantly transforms me to a liquid state—my body molten and flowing, needy and wet.
As he kisses me, Rock’s fingers continue to stroke between my folds, teasing my entrance, and then Gray’s cock arrives near my entrance, and Rock’s finger switches all of its focus to my clit.
Kneeling behind me, Gray shifts up my hips, then moans as he pushes forward. He’s not in very deep, but it’s glorious and I rock back against his shallow thrusts as Rock’s tongue slides against mine and one of his fingers stays on my clit, while his other hand moves to my nipple and gently caresses.
Gray deepens his penetration, and I gasp against Rock’s mouth.
Our kiss breaks, and I push up so I can see his face. I need to know he’s okay.
And looking into his eyes I see that Rock is more than okay. The desire and love I see in his gaze is powerful and passionate, and it heightens my pleasure, my fiery need.
Pushing back against Gray’s deepening thrusts, I take him in fully. His pace accelerates, and Gray moves his hands to my shoulders, pulling me back against him to better meet each drive.
Something hard pulses against my belly.
“Gray, back up a bit,” I say as he thrusts.
Holding himself deep inside me, Gray tugs back on my hips and moves us both back so that I’m lower over Rock’s body.
I can no longer kiss Rock from here, but I find his huge cock with my hand and stroke it gently through the fabric of his shorts. I look up into his eyes.
Fear invades Rock’s expression, and he shakes his head as I fumble to push aside the fabric.
“Clever idea, princess,” Gray growls from behind me. “Very clever.”
“No, Acushla,” Rock moans. “I can’t…”
“Relax,” Gray says from behind me. “I’ll take care of the fucking, big guy. You just lay back for the ride.”
Imbedded deep inside me, Gray pulls up my ass, and realizing what Gray has in mind, I shift Rock’s cock under his shorts to better position it under me as I lie between the two men.
Rock closes his eyes, then moans as I move my hands back to his chest and press my lower belly against his erection.
Gray thrusts, and the stroke creates friction not only where he’s impaling me, but also between my lower body and Rock’s massive cock.
Gray drives again, then again and again, and I’m no longer able to control the movement, no longer want to. It’s perfect.
Gray keeps his strokes constant and controlled, the slowest he’s taken me since the first time, and I tip my pelvis so that every one of Gray’s thrusts slides my clit along Rock’s hardness.
This is perfect for me, but Rock’s eyes close and I can tell he’s fighting his body’s reactions, holding himself back.
I kiss his chest, lick his nipples as my body strokes his cock propelled by Gray’s long, hard strokes.
Rock’s face grows redder and veins rise over his temples, but his jaw remains tight, like he’s in a fight with his body. I understand the pain and humiliation of having physical reactions against my will, and I hope more than anything that Rock doesn’t feel violated like I did.
“Rock,” I say softly. “Look at me. Please.”
He opens his eyes and the connection between us deepens until I feel like I’m inside of Rock’s eyes and he’s inside of mine.
Rock’s arousal and our connection seems to melt the restraint from his expression, and Gray continues to drive from behind, sliding me along Rock’s huge member. It’s not difficult to imagine that Rock is the one inside me, although I’m loving that the three of us are doing this together.
It didn’t seem possible, but Rock’s erection grows even bigger beneath me and the sensation of sliding along his thick hard ridge, with Gray penetrating me from behind, brings me to heights I’d never imagined.
But I do start to imagine other things, like having both of them inside me at once, and then it grows difficult to think about anything but my pleasure as Gray’s pace takes off.
He thrusts fast and hard, and Rock moans. It’s possible Gray moans too, but it’s hard to hear anything above the rumbling sounds of pleasure from my giant’s chest.
Gray slows, then shifts, changing his angle until he’s lying on top of me, on top of us both, and I’m pressed flat between my two lovers.
I grip Rock’s sides, pressing my cheek against his chest, and I realize that Gray’s hands are now braced on Rock’s shoulders, and he’s using the giant’s body as leverage to continue to drive inside mine. We’re so tight together the friction between my body and Rock’s ignites.
The intensity and speed of Gray’s thrusts increases again, and Rock’s body vibrates beneath me, his breaths coming quickly, and I have to struggle to hold myself in place as Gray’s vigorous thrusts push me along Rock’s monstrous hardness.
Rock roars.
I feel it as much as I hear it, and I struggle to catch sight of his face, but Gray’s body keeps my head pinned down, my ear against Rock’s beating hearts.
Hot liquid shoots between us, coating my belly and chest and increasing the lubrication between our bodies. Rock moans, but it’s so tortured I’m not sure if it’s in pleasure or pain.
After Rock’s climax, Gray pulls up my hips, rises onto one knee and drives so hard and fast I can no longer think, no longer breathe. The side of my head is still against Rock’s chest and my only possible focus is on the sensation of Gray’s pounding cock, on the heat and pleasure rising almost to the point of glorious pain.
Rock’s finger slides between us to find my clit, and I only know it’s Rock’s finger because of Gray’s tight grip on my hips, pulling me back against him with each punishing thrust.
An orgasm slams through me with unimaginable strength and fury.
Gray shouts. His thrusts grow erratic and forceful as he comes too with more vigor and violence than ever before. Then, even after he comes, Gray continues to move inside me as Rock strokes my super-sensitive clit, and I ride the final waves of an orgasm that feels like it might last forever.
As the last of my inner contractions subside, Gray collapses to the bed, his leg draped over my body as I melt onto Rock.
Trying to catch my breath, I stroke Rock’s chest as both of them caress my body, and the long, languorous strokes of their fingers and palms trigger aftershocks inside me, reawakening my orgasm with small pulsing contractions deep inside me.
“Holy fuck, princess,” Gray says. “That was what I call intense.”
I reach up to touch Rock’s neck, then his face, and find his cheeks are wet.
“You okay, big guy?” Gray asks, and Rock turns his head to the side, facing away from us both.
I gather enough energy to lift my head and coax Rock’s tear-filled eyes toward mine.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly.
“Sorry?” I kiss him gently. “Why? That was amazing. Seeing you come, seeing the pleasure in your eyes…” I suck in a sharp breath. “Or… did that feel bad for you?”
Closing his eyes, he shakes his head. “It felt so fecking good.”
I stroke the side of his face. “If that felt good—for all three of us—then I don’t see why anyone should be saying sorry.”
Opening his eyes, he nods.
“Thank you,” he says, then turns toward Gray. “And thank you,
too. Thank you for letting me be part of what you have with Selina.”
“Buddy,” Gray says. “I think it’s me who should thank you. Our princess came so hard on my dick I almost passed out.” His hand slips over my ass.
“You’re both wrong.” I arch up to kiss Gray, then turn back to kiss Rock’s chest. “I’m the one who should be thanking you both.”
Rock shifts me farther up his body, then holds my head in his hands and kisses me—tenderly, passionately—while Gray caresses my body, licking along my spine, pressing hot damp kisses over my back and ass and legs, exploring my highly sensitive skin with his fingers and lips and tongue.
What have I done to deserve so much pleasure? So much happiness? I don’t deserve this.
The sex between the three of us was the hottest thing ever, but it was so much more than just hotness and pleasure. Enveloped in their protection and love, I can almost believe that I’ve finally found a place where I belong—and that it could last forever.
Chapter 23
Selina
Stiff and bruised from a training session with Gray, I wince as the two of us slide into our usual booth in Rock’s bar. I’m beat up, but I know I’ll be back to normal soon.
Gray, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to be suffering any aftereffects from our vigorous fight training.
“Aren’t you sore at all?” I ask.
“Sore?” He tips his head to the side as if he doesn’t know the meaning of the word. “From the threesome this morning? That was hours ago.”
“Ha.” At the memory, a blush rises on my chest and heat blooms between my legs. “You really don’t feel any pain?” I ask him, shifting the topic back. “I know I’m still the beginner, but I took you down a few times.”
“Sex, sex, sex.” He winks at me. “Is that all you ever talk about? I’m starting to feel like a sex object.”
“Very funny.” I kick him lightly under the table. “Seriously. You know I’m talking about the combat training. You’re not bruised at all?” I rub my ribs that are knitting together from the last time Gray got the better of me, slamming me into Rock’s basement floor and breaking them.
“The more powerful you get—” Gray signals for Chelle to bring us a round of drinks “—the quicker you’ll recover.”
“So how do I get more powerful?” There are still so many things about being a vampire I need to learn. While the combat training we’ve been doing—both here and at Gray’s—is excellent and makes me more confident to be out in the city on my own, self-defense isn’t the only thing I need to learn about being a vampire, and I feel like Gray’s neglected teaching me much beyond the physical stuff.
How he holds back information is kind of like how he is about sex and our relationship—ignoring the meaning behind the actions.
Chelle sets a bottle of wine and a glass on the table for Gray and slides a double whiskey across the table toward me.
“Thanks,” I say, smiling up at her.
She nods, but her gesture is stiff and I wish I could melt the tension between us. It’s only gotten worse since Chelle saw me talking to Colton. It seems like some kind of cruel joke that not one, but two men Chelle likes are more interested in me than in her. At least she doesn’t seem to be after Gray, but I suppose she knows he’s a vampire and probably isn’t into that.
Gray fills his wine glass then holds it toward me. “Cheers, princess.”
“What are we drinking to?”
He leans across the table. “To us, of course. The three of us.” He tips his head toward Rock, who’s behind the bar.
Gray’s words warm me inside. “I’ll drink to that.” I take a sip of the whiskey and let its heat flow into my bloodstream. The pain and stiffness from today’s training has already vanished. My ribs are completely healed.
I look over to the bar, hoping Rock can join us, but he’s busy preparing an order. “At the risk of bringing up sex again, I hope Rock was okay about this morning.”
Gray snorts. “I’d say he was more than just okay, princess. I’ve never seen so much come.”
“I don’t mean physically.”
“Yeah, I know.” Gray nods as he takes another sip of wine. “Big chap’s clearly got some hang-ups.”
I look back toward Rock. We need to talk privately. As much as I love the three of us living together—possibly sleeping together from now on?—I haven’t had a chance to discuss the threesome with Rock.
After we got out of bed, we all showered together, even though Rock refused to take off his shorts. In the shower, we reenacted the bedroom scene and it worked just as well standing up. Maybe better.
Rock leaned against the tiled wall, his legs spread wide, and bent to lower himself as Gray took me from behind, pressing me firmly against the giant’s hard rod. Gray’s pounding cock lifted my body right off the floor and slid me against Rock’s erection, taking him hard and fast to completion.
It was intense, and my only regret was that Rock held my head close to his chest so I couldn’t look up and into his eyes when he came. After Rock’s ejaculation, he wanted to wash off the come, and Gray pulled me away from Rock’s body.
I wanted to join Rock under the stream of water, but Gray bent me over, and I had to brace my arms on the glass wall of the shower while he pumped hard and fast to his climax, bringing me to another.
By the time Gray and I were done, and my ability to focus returned, Rock was toweling off, and then Gray was all about my training schedule, and Rock had some daylight business at the bar to take care of so I didn’t see him again until we arrived here.
Since our usual booth was taken when we arrived, Gray suggested we go down to Rock’s gym for more training and then…
“Hey!” I tap the table between us. “You never answered my question.”
“The answer is yes, princess,” Gray says with a grin. “I would love to fuck your ass while Rock finger bangs you.”
“Gray!” My cheeks heat at his words, burning my ability to form the words to scold him for evading my question. At this rate I’ll never learn more about being a vampire—even if my sexual satisfaction will be off the charts.
Gray leans across the table. “Oh, I see. You’d prefer Rock’s fingers up your ass, with me driving into your pussy.” His eyes widen. “Or maybe you want to ride Rock’s monster cock?”
My insides pulse and dampen, and I take a sip of whiskey to clear my throat. “Stop it, Gray. You know I was asking about how vampires gain power.”
“Okay, okay.” He cups the bulb of his wine glass. “I can tell you about the normal ways vampires gain power, but princess, you are not normal.”
“Enough teasing.” I frown, even though frowning at Gray takes effort. “Answer my question.”
“I’m not teasing.” He sits back. “You are highly unusual. Very different.”
“Different how?” I can’t decide whether to be flattered or insulted, but Gray’s clearly uncomfortable with the topic. It’s written all over his face.
“Okay.” He shifts on the bench. “Let’s start with your spontaneous transition, shall we?”
“Does that affect how I gain power?”
“Frankly, my dear, I have no idea.” He twirls the stem of his wine glass. “But even setting your unexplained transition aside, you’ve only fed from me once. And you claim that was your one and only time taking a vampire’s vein.”
“It was the only time.”
“Well, that just proves my point.” His hands lift off the table. “And it makes your current power all the more remarkable.” He holds up his index finger. “First, you transition without feeding… Most baby vampires need multiple feedings from their Maker to even have a chance of living through their transition. Multiple feedings over several days, if not weeks. Sometimes weaning takes months.”
I chew on the inside of my lip. Is it possible I forgot that I fed from my Maker? But everything about that night is so crystal clear I can’t imagine forgetting such a supposedly important part of the p
rocess.
“Okay, so let’s set that mystery aside,” I say. “After transitioning, how do vampires normally gain power?”
He shrugs. “With age. Time. Feeding from other vampires.”
“I felt that when I fed from you.”
He takes my hand and strokes my palm with his thumb. “And that? How you felt that first night?” He whistles softly. “That was nothing compared to what you’ll feel when you feed while you fuck.”
Slickness builds between my legs. “Then…” Instantly highly aroused and hungry, I can barely speak. “Let’s go back downstairs so we can feed and…and have sex.”
He shakes his head, pulls his hand out from under mine and picks up his wine glass. His lips twitch. “Tempting, princess, but it won’t demonstrate what I mean. The power transfer I’m talking about won’t be there for us.” His gaze is focused on my forehead, not my eyes.
“Why not?’
“Because you’re not my mate.” His words hit like a slap.
“You have a mate?” My voice is thin, almost a squeak.
“No, no, no.” His hands rise. “That’s not what I meant.” Sadness flashes across his face, quickly replaced with his usual expression. “No, I do not have a mate.”
“What if…” What if we were mates? I think but can’t voice. My mouth is dry and refuses to form those words.
It’s confusing. I love Rock, I have no doubt of that, but I’ve fallen for Gray too, and my feelings for both continue to grow.
And the prospect of experiencing the power exchange that Gray describes, the thought of being his mate, feeding while we make love, has woken a need inside me so powerful I can barely breathe. I want Gray so badly. Need him in every sense of the word.
Gaining courage, I take his hand again. “What if you were my mate? Maybe we’re meant to be together.” I swallow to soothe my dry throat.
Gray pulls back from my hand like I burned him. “Alas, princess, that’s not in the cards. Never will be.”
“Why not?” I croak.
He smirks at me, a cruel smile that stabs into my heart. “Princess, I am not what you’d call the take-a-mate type. You knew that from the start.”