SeduceMe

by Calista Fox

  “I had no idea a threesome could be so spectacular,” she mused, her breathing choppy. “I always figured someone would end up feeling left out.”

  Though that clearly hadn’t been the case with them. Or the models they’d spied on earlier.

  Jane said, “I suppose it makes a difference when you have three people who enjoy giving pleasure as much as they enjoy receiving it.”

  “I suppose so.” She glanced over her shoulder at Drake, still standing behind her. His cock was still buried in her pussy and his hands remained on her waist. “What’s your take on this?”

  He grinned at her. “Two vampires and a virgin. An unlikely scenario, but it worked quite well.”

  “I’m euphoric,” Shana admitted. Indeed, she felt lighthearted and freed of many of her inhibitions. She owed that to both Drake and Jane. Some of her ecstasy waned, though, as Drake withdrew from her. “Shoot,” she said. “I was hoping you’d stay a while longer. I figured being a vampire, you’d recover much quicker than a hu—”

  She stopped mid-word as Jane gasped and her body tensed. Shana’s gaze snapped to her. Jane’s pale-green eyes were wide open, hunger flashing in them. And this time it wasn’t of the sexual variety.

  “Blood.” That one ominous word rushed from Jane’s parted lips and then the room went deathly quiet.

  In the ensuing silence where no one dared take a breath, Shana could practically hear the drops of her blood splash against the creamy whiteness of Jane’s leg.

  “No one move,” Drake said, his voice low and wary, before he dashed off.

  Shana’s gaze remained on Jane, their eyes locked. She could see fear and regret mix with the bloodlust, along with a huge dose of uncertainty. As though she wasn’t sure she could resist going for Shana’s throat as the scent of blood filled her nose. But Shana could also see taking a bite out of her wasn’t what Jane wanted. It was just the natural instinct, the natural compulsion that made the desire rise within her. She was sure of it.

  Drake was back in a heartbeat and he wrapped an arm around Shana’s midsection and hauled her off Jane, setting her gently on her feet. His strong forearm remained around her stomach as he used a damp towel to whisk away the blood on her skin with his free hand.

  Jane didn’t utter a word. She flew off the couch and disappeared into the bathroom in a blur. Shana exhaled slowly, though she wasn’t totally convinced she wasn’t in danger.

  Drake finished cleaning her up, tidied himself and then tossed the towel in the fireplace. His other arm wrapped around her shoulders and he held her tight, her back pressed to his hard, smooth chest.

  His head dipped and his lips grazed that special spot below her ear as he whispered, “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t have let her hurt you, even if she’d lost control. And I sure as hell won’t hurt you.”

  Relief washed over her. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think about the blood. It never even occurred to me.”

  “It’s not your fault. And I know Jane feels horrible that she scared you. It’s just that she hasn’t had much exposure to fresh human blood. She’s never drank it and she’s not used to the undiluted scent.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “The blood that runs in your veins—in any human’s veins—is masked by skin and soap. Lotion, perfume, shampoo, clothing and the like. So even though we have acute senses, the actual aroma is skewed by all the other scents covering it up. That’s one of the reasons we can be around humans when we choose to be. And resist drinking from the source.”

  The reality of being in a room with two vampires truly hit home upon those words. But she honestly believed Drake wouldn’t harm her—or allow Jane to. Not that she thought Jane might hurt her. Not intentionally. But if the thirst overruled her sensibility… That could prove deadly.

  She shivered and Drake’s arms tightened around her.

  “You’re safe. I promise. And you’re welcomed here. In fact…” He let out what sounded to be a long-suffering sigh. “I don’t want to let you go.”

  The chill she’d felt previously went up in flames.

  He said, “If you want Jane, I’ll understand. But you can’t have us both after tonight. Like I said earlier, I won’t share you ever again.”

  Her stomach flipped. She wiggled in his embrace and he loosened it so she could turn to face him. She stared up at him, loving how big and commanding he was. So tall and muscular and devastatingly handsome.

  And so possessive, it made her heart soar.

  She brushed her fingertips over his clenched jaw and said, “If you don’t want me, I’ll understand. But if you do…” She boldly stretched toward him and grazed his lips with hers. “I don’t need anyone else. Just you.”

  His head bent and he kissed her with that measured restraint he kept trying to maintain with her. It was a short, simple kiss. Followed by another one. And another, as they tentatively tasted each other. Then Drake pulled her to him and his mouth crushed hers in a hot, searing kiss that told her he really did have trouble resisting her.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him lead her in a passionate kiss that made her soaring heart almost leap from her chest. He embraced her tightly again, sealing her naked body to his. She was thrilled by how every inch of her melded to him. Equally exciting was knowing she made him hard again. His cock was rigid against her lower belly and, as much as she loved being in his arms and being kissed senseless by him, the overwhelming urge to taste him and pleasure him swelled within her.

  Breaking their kiss and working her way out of his steel grip, she eased to her knees before him and took him in her mouth. His body jolted and he widened his stance as though needing to steady himself. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and slowly licked the shaft, then ran her tongue along the groove beneath the head before her lips closed around the tip again and she sucked deep.

  Drake groaned. His fingers plowed through her hair as she made love to him with her mouth. It was almost as arousing as having him inside her. She explored the taste and texture of his skin with her tongue and reveled in the width and strength of him in her hand. With her free fingers, she grazed his balls, not sure how to touch him there, but encouraged by the tremor that seemed to rock him.

  His hands left her hair and he clasped her shoulders. “Enough.” He pulled her to her feet and kissed her again. Hungrily, and with such intensity, her body trembled too.

  His arms locked around her waist and he lifted her off the floor as he took several steps forward, until her calves brushed the cushion of the sofa. He guided her down, her back and head resting against the plump pillow in the corner, their bodies partially sprawled across the massive couch. His weight on her felt heavenly.

  He didn’t break their kiss as his cock thrust into her. She was wet and ready for him and lifted her hips to meet his movements. One arm coiled around her shoulders, cradling her, as the other hand swept down to her breast. He palmed the underside of it and whisked the pad of his thumb over her hard nipple, puckering it even more and sending shockwaves through her body.

  She tore her mouth from his as a hard rush of air pushed a throaty moan past her lips and her eyes flew open. Drake’s tongue trailed along her neck and the hand cupping her breast moved over her rib cage and across her hip. He gripped an ass cheek and led her into a sexy, gyrating rhythm as he pushed deep into her cunt.

  Her fingers tangled in the silky black strands of his hair and her eyelids fluttered closed again.

  “I didn’t think it could get any better than before, but I was so wrong,” she whispered in his ear. Though it’d been amazing to experience both Jane and Drake pleasuring her at the same time, it was even more exciting to be able to concentrate fully on Drake’s cock moving inside her, their hips rolling together in perfect unison and his body covering hers.

  His hand left her butt and he lifted her thigh, prompting her to wrap her leg around his waist. Then he returned his hand to her backside, his fingers gliding along the crevice until he homed in
on the rim of her anus and rubbed it as he continued to make love to her.

  She moaned again, the sizzling sensations burning her up once more. That she was so willing to experiment sexually seemed to please him, but she didn’t doubt his intentions were to help her lose her inhibitions completely and enjoy everything he did to her. No hardship there.

  As they moved together, the finger on her anus dipped inside. Electric currents ran rampant through her from head to toe. All of this evening’s forbidden touches were titillating, but being solely focused on the way Drake touched her and the erotic feelings he elicited made her even hotter.

  His mouth left her neck and he murmured, “You trust me, don’t you?”

  Her eyes opened. She found him staring at her, a curious look on his breathtakingly handsome face.

  She smiled softly as her heartbeat quickened and her pulse raced. “Yes.”

  He studied her a moment more before grinning at her. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

  She brushed a lock of hair from his temple. “Do whatever you want. I know I’ll love it.”

  “I want to make you come again. With just my hands and mouth on your body and my cock inside you.”

  “That’s what I want too.”

  His mouth was on her throat again, teasing the sensitive skin as he picked up the pace and made love to her with a quick, scintillating tempo that had her panting and writhing beneath him within seconds.

  “Oh, yes,” she whispered. “Just like that. I can feel you so deep inside me.”

  His thrusts became more forceful and her body responded, moving in ways it never had before. They rocked together in a sexy, exotic dance that made her muscles and nerve endings spring to life, bunching and tingling and making her ridiculously turned-on.

  One of her hands left the soft strands she’d twined her fingers through and she maneuvered her way partially out of his embrace in order to skim down the long line of his spine, making him shiver. Her leg tightened around his waist and her palm flattened against the small of his back as she held him to her. His face was buried in the crook of her neck and he whispered sexy words against her skin.

  They were tangled together, moving at an erratic pace. She was drowning in sensory overload, trying to catalog and process every single sensation. She had trouble keeping up with them because they grew and expanded and morphed into one ginormous ball of tension that made her inner walls clutch Drake’s cock as she held onto the coalescing feelings.

  “Christ,” he groaned. “Keep milking my cock like that.”

  She loved making him feel good as much as she loved those few glorious moments when everything inside her reached a breathtaking pinnacle.

  “I’m going to come and I want you to come with me,” she told him, barely able to speak because her breath was scarce. “Now,” she begged, “please. I want to feel you coming inside me when I come, Drake.”

  He grunted in a carnal way as he pumped his cock into her, pushing her even higher. That huge ball of tension burst and she cried out his name as she came.

  His orgasm hit him a second later and she felt the spasms deep inside her. She squeezed him tight as he crushed her to him. Her hips lifted off the sofa and she held onto him, not allowing even a hint of air between their twined bodies. His skin was warm and his muscles were rigid. He groaned again, his breath tickling her flesh, his lips brushing against her throat.

  She stared up at the elaborately gilt-accented ceiling, wondering if there were actually stars painted up there or if they were simply flashing before her eyes because she’d come so hard. She blinked a couple of times and the little bursts of light dissipated.

  “Wow, that was hot.”

  Jane’s voice infiltrated the passion-induced haze fogging her brain. She rolled her head on the pillow and stared at the blonde waif standing alongside the sofa, fully dressed. Drake didn’t stir, not even bothering to lift his head from the crook of her neck.

  “Sorry about the voyeurism,” Jane said in her singsong voice. “I’m sure you would have liked a little privacy, but I couldn’t help myself. You two are explosive together.”

  Shana’s cheeks flushed. “The downside is that I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust without your cooler skin on mine.”

  “Happy to oblige…” Jane said as she took a step forward. She pulled up short, though, as Drake let out a low growl. She laughed haughtily and said, “Point taken. You’ve sufficiently marked your territory.” To Shana, she added, “Sorry about the thing with the blood. It sort of came out of the blue and I wasn’t prepared for it. I hope I didn’t terrify you.”

  “It was my fault. You know, being human and all.”

  Jane smiled. “You’re very gracious. I promise I won’t lose it like that again.”

  “You didn’t lose it, Jane. You were very well controlled. I admire and appreciate your respect for humans.”

  Jane looked relieved—and grateful. “I want us to be friends. I don’t want you to fear I’m going to harm you.”

  “I told you I don’t believe you will. You had your chance. Many of them, actually.”

  She nodded, looking more relaxed. “Well. I’ll leave the two of you alone now.” She rounded the sofa and headed to the door.

  Shana watched her go, but felt compelled to call out to her as she reached the door. Jane turned back to her and Shana said, “Thank you. You’ve already been a wonderful friend to me and I know we’re going to become even better friends.”

  The petite woman—who no longer reminded Shana of the delicate females she’d envied—and Shana no longer felt like the Jolly Green Giant when in the arms of Drake Halston—crossed back to the sofa. She bent at the waist and was about to place a kiss on Shana’s cheek.

  “Jane,” Drake said in warning. His chin remained resting along Shana’s collarbone, his lips brushing her neck.

  Shana laughed lightheartedly. Her insides warmed and she fell just a little more in love with the territorial vampire still holding her tightly.

  “Bloody hell,” Jane said with a huff. “You’re going to have to lighten up a bit. Friends hug and exchange pecks and you’d just better get used to it.” Though she spoke with bravado, she only risked a quick brushing of her cool lips against Shana’s skin. “We’ll have dinner next week,” she said to Shana. “Maybe he’ll be less unruly by then.”

  “Doubtful,” he mumbled against Shana’s throat.

  Jane rolled her eyes. “We’ll just have to work around him.”

  “I’d love to have dinner,” Shana said. “Call me.”

  Jane wiggled her fingers in a semi-wave before leaving the office.

  Drake’s arms finally loosened and his head lifted from Shana’s shoulder.

  “You don’t have to go anywhere,” she told him, not ready to give up the intimate embrace.

  He said, “I’ve got to be squeezing the life out of you.”

  “I’m a bit sturdier than that,” she told him. “This body can take an entire night of whatever wicked desires cross your mind.”

  Shaking his head, he said “This body is going to be sore tomorrow.”

  He pulled away from her and glanced down at her head-to-toe nudity. Instinctively, Shana sucked in her slightly rounded belly, but it was too late. Drake scowled and was on his feet in the next instant, raking a hand through his hair as he stared at her. And then he turned sharply away. But not before the look of disgust crossed his face.

  He stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

  Chapter Seven

  Shana sat perfectly still for a few seconds, holding her breath as she bit down on her trembling lower lip and willing the tears to stay at bay.

  Of course, now that the heat of the moment was over, and desire and lust had passed, Drake had gotten a good look at her…and he’d been repulsed. She could never compare to Jane’s perfection and femininity and daintiness.

  Why on earth had she stayed in this office earlier, when she’d had the opportunit
y to walk away emotionally unscathed? How in the world had she lost so much control of her sensibility that she’d bared herself to Drake Halston?

  A small cry of agony pushed past her lips and tears sprang to her eyes, despite her best efforts.

  She reached for the closest piece of material, which happened to be Drake’s shirt. She shoved her arms into the sleeves and wrapped the black fabric tightly around her body as it started to shake.

  Everything had been so blissfully wonderful moments before. And now this! Bleeding in the presence of two vampires wasn’t nearly as horrifying as being naked in front of Drake. Her heart had somehow connected with his. She’d felt a special bond with him and had let all of her insecurities fall by the wayside because of the way he’d stared so deeply into her eyes and made love to her with such passion.

  But that was all before he’d really gotten a good look at her. And had been thoroughly disgusted.

  She fought back more tears and what would surely be body-racking sobs as he came back into the office. Springing to her feet, she quickly gathered all her belongings and raced into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her just as the silent crying jag started.

  Drake dragged on his underwear and pants, fastened the belt and then pulled on his socks and boots. He paced in front of the fireplace as Shana remained locked in his restroom.

  She had to be completely mortified by the amount of bruises on her body. He hadn’t even considered he might actually cause her such damage while he’d made love to her. But when he’d glanced down, admiring her feminine curves, his eyes had naturally been drawn to the purple patches marring her otherwise flawless skin. There were four small bruises on each side of her waist from where his fingertips had pressed into her soft flesh as he’d held her when he’d fucked her from behind. There was a large bruise on her left rib cage from when he’d crushed her body to his, unable to get close enough to her, unable to let even a millimeter of space separate them.

  And if he’d looked when she’d dashed into the bathroom, he likely would have seen a handprint on her ass from when he’d palmed her cheek as he’d thrust into her.