by Calista Fox
More importantly, her acceptance and acquiescence were written all over her lovely features, confirmed by the shudder that ran through her body and the way her back arched slightly, pressing her breast against Jane’s palm.
In turn, Jane gave the large globe a heartier squeeze, making Shana gasp and causing Drake’s cock to throb in crazy-wicked beats.
He forced himself back into the chair he’d sat in earlier.
Jane’s lips grazed Shana’s temple and she murmured, “You want to feel him deep in your pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Shana’s response came quickly, with no hesitation, no doubt in her voice. Nothing but sheer exhilaration and hunger.
Drake gripped the armrests at his sides, holding himself in place so he didn’t fly across the room and take her right then and there.
Jane kissed her again, their tongues tangling in plain view, taunting Drake and making him even harder. Despite the incessant urge to join the two women—to taste Shana’s lips himself and feel her full, lush breasts in his own hands—he watched with forced and pained patience, knowing it was best that Jane took the lead. She was much more restrained than he’d be and she’d help prepare Shana for him. Make her wet and in dire need of him. He could wait for that. Maybe.
As he loosened his grip on the chair before he ripped the armrests from the frame, he found the most comfortable position in which to sit, his erection not helping matters. Jane’s hand moved from Shana’s breast to the sparkly clip on her shoulder. With deft fingers, Jane released the fastening and slowly peeled the satin material away from Shana’s chest, exposing more smooth, bronze skin and deliciously plump breasts that were accented by small, dusty rose-colored areolas and tipped with puckered nipples that made his mouth water.
He licked his lips, anxiously anticipating flicking his tongue over one of the taut peaks before drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard until she moaned and writhed beneath him.
His groin tightened in a nearly unbearable way at the erotic thought. His cock twitched behind his clothing and his gut coiled. He wanted her in the worst way. Wanted to kiss her and touch her and make love to her. No, it was so much more than that. He wanted to ravage her. Strip her clothes off, taste the flowing juices between her legs, then thrust his cock deep into her warm and wet cunt. He wanted to give her the sort of pleasure that would make her squeeze him tight when she came and scream out his name.
Lust had never raged so strong and bright within him, not even with Jane. It was a thrilling feeling, but also a terrifying one. Because he truly would have to stay in control with her. He’d have to be very, very careful not to—
“Drake?” Jane’s lilting voice brought him around. She grinned knowingly at him over her shoulder as she asked, “Are you okay over there?”
He’d probably growled or grunted, or maybe even said aloud how thoroughly arousing the scene before him was without even realizing he’d uttered a sound. It was impossible not to get worked up over the two women, and Shana in particular as his gaze locked on her bare chest.
In all honesty, he said, “She could give a corpse a hard-on.”
Jane giggled. “That’s not exactly a sexy image.”
He groaned. “Don’t expect me to be poetic while I’m quickly going up in flames over here.”
Shana smiled softly. “I think it’s terribly sexy.” She threaded her fingers through Jane’s blonde hair and said, “But he’ll have his turn with me later.” Her eyes gleamed lasciviously and Jane seemed to revel in their twinkly depths.
“You say all the right things,” she told Shana.
“If that’s true, it’s a first.” She coaxed Jane’s head closer to hers and whispered, “Though I’d really prefer not to talk right now.”
She kissed Jane. An obviously scorching-hot lip-lock that left Jane breathless when she finally pulled away.
No longer toying with Drake or needing to take the seduction slowly, Jane’s head dipped to Shana’s chest and she swept her tongue over a tight nipple, making Shana’s body jolt.
Jane didn’t hold back. She palmed Shana’s breasts and pressed them together, then she licked and sucked one nipple while rolling the other between her finger and thumb. Shana’s head rested against the mound of pillows in the corner of the sofa and her eyelids closed again, as though she’d just willingly given herself over to whatever sensations Jane evoked. As though she’d just freed herself of her own bonds and was accepting of the pleasure another woman wanted to bring her.
Drake found the silent surrender as provocative as it was significant. She trusted them.
Her faith in what transpired between the three of them helped him to rein in some of his riotous emotions. He stood and moved to the opposite end of the sofa, still just an observer, but he studied every nuance of how Shana responded to Jane’s touch and how she tamped down her insecurities to allow herself to be free enough to enjoy everything Jane did to her.
The tip of Jane’s tongue feverishly flicked the rosy bud against her lips until Shana was squirming beneath her and moaning softly.
Then one of Jane’s small hands slid over the shimmery material covering Shana’s stomach, moving lower until her fingers reached the bare skin exposed by the slit in Shana’s dress.
Drake’s fingers burned to sweep over the naked flesh the way Jane’s did, first brushing lightly over the top of Shana’s thigh, then dipping between her slightly parted legs to caress the sensitive inner portion of her thigh. Shana’s body trembled, a visible vibration Drake somehow felt deep in his core. His internal heat spiked, not a common occurrence for a vampire. It was as though he’d been singed to the very depths of the soul he questioned whether or not existed. It wasn’t supposed to, but how else could he explain his humanity and the need to restrain his natural instincts when such a compelling woman stirred his senses and made him desperate to have her?
Fighting all his sexually aggressive tendencies was no easy feat. He found himself popping off the buttons of his shirt as he pulled apart the flap and yanked the hem from the waist of his suit pants. He truly was a raging inferno of lust and longing.
When Jane’s fingertips lightly grazed Shana’s pussy lips through the thin material of her panties, Shana’s eyes flew wide open and she bolted upright. Her long, thick curls spilled over her shoulders and her chest heaved.
“Oh my God!”
Drake and Jane both froze in place. But Shana didn’t retreat. It wasn’t as if she’d just realized what they were all truly up to—he could see the fiery excitement still blazing in her eyes. No, the way she stared at them both—first at Drake over Jane’s shoulder and then at Jane—made him think she’d just gotten a very good idea of how stimulating this rendezvous could be.
Indeed, she detangled her fingers from Jane’s hair and fisted her hands, then opened them, stretching her fingers. A ripple of something dark and wondrous seemed to shimmy down her spine as she wiggled in her seat. And then she did something completely unexpected to them both—mostly Jane.
She twined her fingers in the thin straps that sat on Jane’s shoulders and pulled the flimsy material down her arms. Not missing a beat, Jane yanked her limbs from the confining straps mere seconds before Shana pushed the rest of the skimpy top down to Jane’s waist.
There appeared to be no hesitancy or shame in Shana’s next move. She did exactly as Jane had done to her earlier, palming Jane’s small breasts, squeezing them lightly, then dropping her head to Jane’s chest to lick and suck one nipple and then the other.
“Oh,” Jane said on a lusty sigh, whatever erotic sensations Shana evoked clearly catching her off guard. Her hands gripped Shana’s shoulders, holding her to her as the other woman continued to tease and suckle her nipples. “That feels heavenly.”
Jane’s head dipped and her lips grazed Shana’s black hair as her fingers threaded through the silky-looking strands. All the while, Shana enthusiastically tongued Jane’s nipple and then drew it into her mouth. Jane pressed Shana’s head to her breast
, silently encouraging her to suck harder, to not let up.
“I’m going to do that to your clit,” Jane whispered. “Until you beg to feel my fingers in your cunt. And then Drake’s cock.”
Shana released the nipple between her lips and stared at Jane, the heat arcing between them. The desire raging within them was palpable even to the bystander Drake.
Jane reached for the zipper at the back of her skirt and barely had it down the track before Shana shoved the material over Jane’s slim hips. They worked together to divest Jane of her top, skirt and shoes, and then Shana’s fingers twisted around the strands of Jane’s miniscule thong panties and she slid the scant material down Jane’s bare thighs.
When Jane was naked, she reached for the folded-down material just beneath Shana’s breast.
But Shana was quick to grip her wrists. “No,” she said in a firm voice. “Please, don’t.”
The flicker of self-doubt and the hint of past pains in her amber eyes made both Jane and Drake start.
“But you’re so beautiful,” Jane said in a raw tone. “I want to see all of you.”
Drake’s gut clenched again, overriding his passion, bringing down the sexual fever a few degrees.
He said, “Don’t push, Jane.” Though he desperately wanted to see all of Shana too. Every stunning, glorious inch of her. But he could read her alarmed expression so easily, he had to say, “Let her decide when it’s right.”
And he silently prayed she would indeed reach that point where she felt comfortable—and sexy—enough to reveal all of herself to them. To bare her body as easily as she’d bared her soul earlier, when she’d confessed her insecurities.
“Understand, please,” she murmured to Jane, who nodded her head.
“Of course. But…allow me one indulgence?”
Shana’s gaze shifted from Jane to Drake. He worked the tension from his jaw and gave her a slight nod. Not one of approval in the sense that she needed to clear it with him—he had no control over her actions, no right to claim he did either. Rather, he knew innately she sought his counsel on what Jane might have in mind—and what effect it would have on Shana’s image issues, because he’d so quickly recognized her distress for what it was. And, of course, she’d sought reassurance from him because he knew Jane so well.
He said, in a rougher voice than he’d ever heard coming from himself, “She only wants to please you. And sate her desire for you.”
It was pure hell to basically hand her over to Jane. But he knew Jane would only do things that brought Shana pleasure. He and Jane were of like minds, after all.
Shana’s look turned grateful before her gaze dropped to Jane. “It’s not you,” she said in a contrite tone. “It’s me. My problems with me, specifically.”
“You can’t cure that overnight,” Jane said in an empathetic tone. “I get that. But when you forget about the way you think people see you and, instead, you feel their response to you… Oh my God.” She let out a long sigh. “You have no idea how truly passionate you are when you let go of all of those damning thoughts that are, I assure you, unwarranted.”
Shana’s lips pressed together for a moment. Drake saw the prickle of pain she felt as her eyes blinked rapidly, as though fighting off tears. He wanted to jump in and reassure her too, but this wasn’t a moment between him and Shana. This was a pivotal point between her and the physical replication of her childhood nemesis—the petite women she’d envied and had felt shunned by and inferior to.
Drake knew he could spew an endless litany of flattering sentiments—all true and heartfelt—but they wouldn’t quite repair the damage the way similar sentiments coming from Jane could.
So, once again he remained on the fringes. A difficult place to linger. A torturous restraint, really, that made him realize how important this woman was to him. Whatever he’d thought he and Jane were up to this evening had swiftly morphed into something entirely different when they’d learned all the intricacies of the situation.
Now he better understood the reasons why Shana had retreated into herself. But as much as he was dying to remedy all that ailed her, he had to recognize—and accept—his own limitations in the matter. He had to take a step back and see that what plagued her was not so much about being snubbed by men—which he could certainly make up for given how attracted he was to her and how desperately he wanted to shelter her from any hurt feelings—but that she’d felt insignificant when compared to other women. Women who looked like Jane.
Given all of this, he stayed rooted where he was. The outsider looking in, though the occasional glances that came his way from Shana provided a hint of relief as they confirmed she was still as fascinated by and as drawn to him as he was her.
But she too recognized the intimacy between her and Jane for what it was. A cleansing of sorts, yes. More specifically, though, he sensed the attraction on Shana’s part went far beyond the need for acceptance. Despite her vampire strength, Jane’s size conveyed fragility and delicacy. But her passion knew no bounds and that passion obviously called to Shana’s.
How could he possibly deny her an ounce of fulfillment, even if it was delivered by someone other than him?
“You obsess over stuff even more than I do.”
Her voice broke into his ruminations. He glanced up from the fireplace he’d briefly been unseeingly staring at to find Shana’s gaze on him again.
He said, “I’m trying very hard to see all of this for what it truly is.”
She nodded. “Hard to process all at once, but…” Her eyes drifted to Jane. “I have to stop looking so hard and start…feeling. Right?”
Drake couldn’t see Jane’s grin, but he could sense it.
“Let me help you,” she said.
Shana nodded.
Drake’s fists clenched at his sides once more. This was more difficult than he’d imagined. But he said nothing. He let Jane take the lead again.
Her hands disappeared under the silver material around Shana’s upper thighs, where the slit ended. When Shana lifted slightly off the sofa cushion, Jane pushed the material up to Shana’s waist. Then she swiftly dragged the thong Shana wore down her legs.
The faint scent of Shana’s arousal filled Drake’s nose the way it had earlier, downstairs. He inhaled deeply, letting the provocative aroma mingle with the smell of her blood and the body wash or lotion she used. The fragrant bouquet was intoxicating.
Jane seemed to feel the same, because she pulled in a deep breath and then let it out slowly, along with a low moan. Her hands splayed over Shana’s thighs and she spread them wide as she knelt on the floor and positioned herself between them.
Shana settled back against the mound of pillows, a look of anticipation on her face, along with a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. Drake read her expression for what it was. She wasn’t worried about what Jane was about to do to her. She was worried about how to respond correctly to it, still holding herself in check, still agonizing over being normal—as she saw it.
He could appreciate her concern, though he believed it was needless. Unable to let her agonize a second longer over her doubts and worries, he rounded the sofa and knelt behind her. Though he easily could have touched her—what with there being nothing more than the back of the couch in his way—he kept his hands to himself.
But he leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “Close your eyes.”
She did as he instructed.
“Don’t think. Just feel.”
She nodded.
A second later, Jane’s head dipped and her tongue swept over Shana’s pussy lips, giving her the first taste of the most intimate part of this woman’s body. Her head snapped up. Her tongue swiped her own lips and he caught the sharp tip of a protruding fang.
Drake sprang to his feet, ready to intervene.
But Jane’s visage changed so quickly—from ravenous predator to lustful lover—that he crouched back down, still behind Shana, who sucked in a ragged breath of air between her parted lips. She was completely unawa
re of the tense and potentially dangerous moment she’d unwittingly elicited.
Drake shot Jane a look and her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head from pure ecstasy. He bit back a groan.
This was a mistake. He’d known it all along. The woman they were both intensely attracted to not only smelled sinfully delicious, but clearly she tasted that way as well.
And there were two vampires in the room with her who both wanted to feast upon her.
Chapter Six
Shana’s body had tensed the second the tip of Jane’s tongue made contact with her pussy lips—a highly sensitive part of her body no one’s lips had ever touched. But she’d forced herself to remain still. She’d kept her eyes shut and had concentrated on how the forbidden kiss felt, not the fact that she was overwhelmingly self-conscious about being bare down there.
A few moments had passed as, she assumed, Jane let her assimilate to the new sensation. Then she felt Jane’s cool, supple fingers rub her labia in long, slow strokes. She was already wet. Had, in fact, been embarrassed when Jane had removed her panties, because she knew they were damp. And now she knew how it was possible for Drake to have smelled her womanly scent when they were downstairs. They were vampires, and so of course they could smell and sense how utterly and fantastically turned-on she was.
Yet Shana refused to give into any niggling negative thoughts that crept in on her, threatening to make her feel exposed and unsure of herself. This was normal, she told herself. It was perfectly normal for her to be aroused. Perfectly normal for her to be excited by these two people and the wonderfully evocative things they did to her.
Interestingly, she barely had to convince herself of this. When the tips of Jane’s fingers massaged her clit in a circular motion, with just the right amount of pressure, all thoughts of awkwardness and ineptitude fled her brain—to be replaced by sexual cravings she’d never experienced before, along with desires and needs and the yearning for sexual fulfillment that went well beyond a few sexy, forbidden kisses.