Sated

by Lucy Felthouse

  “What do you mean?”

  He bit his lip. “I don’t understand it fully myself, I have to be honest, but something to do with your…scent has put him into a kind of frenzy. A bit like a vampire’s bloodlust, I think, but without the blood. It’s simple lust, the insatiable kind that won’t go away until you get what you want.”

  “So what you’re saying is, he won’t stop until he has me? That’s a bit fucking stalkerish, isn’t it? What if I don’t want him?”

  Now a pained expression crossed Ace’s features. “Well, he knows that you do, doesn’t he? The scent I was talking about wasn’t you in general, it was your…pussy. He obviously smelled how turned on you were back there, and not just for me, and it’s blanked out all reason from his mind. He’s being led entirely by his instincts, unfortunately. His brain doesn’t really have a say in the matter.”

  For once, I wished I had vampire strength so I could rip the door handle off and beat Ace over the head with it, repeatedly. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me this could happen? You told me a bunch of other stuff, but not once did you say that I could end up with a stalkerish werewolf on my tail because he likes the smell of my cunt.”

  “Hey, I said it wasn’t your fault! But it doesn’t mean it’s my fault, either. Let’s stop arguing about it, anyway, and figure out what the hell we’re going to do about it. Otherwise we could drive around until one of us runs out of fuel, and I don’t want to risk us being the ones to get to empty first.”

  “I think it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it, babe?” I said, parroting his own words back to him.

  He ignored my choice of phrase. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Well, I was going to fuck the two of you. So why not go along with the original plan? You don’t think he’ll hurt us, or try to, do you?”

  “I’ll snap his furry neck if he so much as puts a finger on you in the wrong way.”

  “I’d much rather avoid murder, or bloodshed of any kind, so why don’t we pull over and see if we can talk to him?” I sounded surprisingly calm, but inside I was terrified. My heart pounded, my guts were roiling and I’d broken out in an unpleasant cold sweat.

  And yet, despite all that, there was a part of me, a deeply buried, incredibly dark and twisted part of me that was aroused by the whole fucking thing. Christ, what the hell was wrong with me?

  Chapter Six

  Refusing to allow my nerves to take over, I immediately turned to the men with a wide smile. “I’m just going to freshen up, so if you could give me five minutes or so before coming upstairs…” Turning on my heel, I sauntered away with an emphasized wiggle of my hips, then climbed the stairs. As soon as I was out of their sights, I kicked off my shoes and hurried. There was no time to lose—it had taken some serious bravery on my part and restraint on Ace’s to get things back on an even keel with Barton, and I didn’t want to leave the two of them alone together for any longer than was absolutely necessary. Carnage on my living room carpet was not an option.

  Dashing into the bathroom, I used the toilet, then washed my hands, brushed my teeth and gargled with mouthwash. Then back in the bedroom, I ensured everywhere was tidy—silly really, given I’d done that before we’d gone out, just in case. Finally, I grabbed a handful of condoms and a bottle of lube from a drawer and put them on the bedside table.

  Once everything was taken care of, I stood in the middle of the floor, frozen with indecision. What did I do now? Getting onto the bed was the obvious choice, and one I intended to make, but did I get undressed, or not? Would the boys prefer to strip me? Or watch me take off my own clothes?

  Figuring that since I wanted to watch them strip off, it was likely they’d feel the same, I perched on the edge of the bed, and waited.

  Seconds later, I heard movement on the stairs, and my heart started racing all over again. I willed myself to chill out—otherwise I was going to give myself a heart attack before anything even happened! Pulling in and releasing a handful of deep breaths, I leaned back on my hands, trying to look calm, collected and, above all, sexy. Granted, things hadn’t quite turned out the way I’d planned, but there was no reason I couldn’t still enjoy myself. I just had to ignore the element of danger that hovered over the situation.

  Ace was first to enter the room, and he tipped me a wink, which I returned. Behind him, Barton smiled at me almost shyly. Maybe Ace had given him another talking to while I’d been gone, and now the wolf was too scared to put a claw out of line.

  “Okay,” Ace said, clearly taking control. “I hate to be a total killjoy, but once I’ve said what I have to say, I promise it’ll be fun, fun, fun all round. First, and most important, I have to ask a question—are we still all absolutely sure about this? My vote is yes.” He turned to me. “Nees? Say the word and it’s off.”

  I shook my head vehemently. “No, I haven’t changed my mind. I still want this.” Not to mention, if I changed my mind, I could end up with a permanent stalker.

  With a curt nod, Ace looked at Barton. “And you?”

  “The same.” Well, that was hardly a surprise.

  There was a collective exhalation of breath. “Fantastic,” Ace continued. “Barton, just so you know, Aneesa and I have already discussed all the stuff about how this could affect our relationship, and we’re all good, so no worries on that front. And, I see my gorgeous girl has already gotten lubrication and protection ready—efficient as ever, babe.” He winked at me again. “Now, rules. As long as condoms are being used—anything goes. Oral, anal, vaginal. But nothing icky—new condoms each time. We have plenty. Bondage is okay, spanking is okay—but nothing too heavy, and certainly nothing that will mark her permanently. She says ‘scissors’ you stop what you’re doing immediately—it’s her safe word. Anything to add, babe?”

  I thought for a second. “No, you got it in a nutshell. Efficient as ever.” I grinned as I parroted his words back to him for the second time that evening. He was efficient, too. I loved how he’d gone all authoritative, taking control, making sure there was no room for mistakes or misunderstandings. His words, his rules, his explanations, they should probably have turned me off, ruined the mood, but they didn’t. Instead, they fanned the flames of my lust, and also made my love for him increase, if that was even possible. A kinky new adventure, something we both wanted, and his priority was my happiness—is there anything more attractive in a man?

  Happily, I drank in the sight before me. A gorgeous vampire—blond, fair-skinned, lithe, and supremely talented in the sack. Beside him, an equally gorgeous werewolf—dark-haired, olive-skinned, built like a brick shithouse and…who knew how he was going to be in the sack? But I was confident, somehow, that he wouldn’t be a disappointment, despite the fear that tinged the edges of my consciousness.

  Realizing they were both staring and waiting for me to say something, I crossed my legs at the ankles in what I hoped was a nonchalant manner. I held all the cards, and they knew it. Pleasantries had been observed. It was time to plunge into some wild, insane, crazy sexual activity. But first, I wanted to toy with the boys a little. Just a little. And, if I was honest with myself, I wanted to inspect the goods.

  Casually, I said, “Okay, gentlemen. It’s time to stop chatting and get on with it, don’t you think? So…I’d like you to strip. Nice and slow. Only when you’re both naked and erect will I be removing my own clothes. All right?”

  Their responses came quickly, but they weren’t verbal.

  Chapter Seven

  The anticipation in the room was palpable as I watched Ace and Barton take off their clothes. I flicked my gaze back and forth, trying to drink in as much delicious man flesh as possible, without missing a thing. Also, despite the fact that Ace and I had had a talk earlier that evening about potential jealousy—or the lack of it, I didn’t want him to think I was paying more attention to Barton than to him. With egos as big as a vampire’s and a werewolf’s involved, I wasn’t taking any risks. Things were already touch and go, and I didn’t want to tip the scal
es in the wrong direction.

  Curiosity, of course, drew my gaze to Barton more than to Ace. Not because he was better looking, or I wanted him more, but because he was a new and shiny toy, one I’d not played with before. Still, as I observed the baring of skin, the rippling of muscles, my own body was going wild. My heart thudded almost painfully at my ribcage, my nipples strained against the material of my bra and my pussy felt like molten lava. I was half-convinced it was going to melt away my underwear and jeans.

  Ace, as always, looked, well, ace. His smooth, flawless skin with its pale hairs covered a wiry strength that I knew was deceptive. His long, thick cock pointed proudly up toward his belly button, and I spotted a bead of pre-cum already forming. From the top of his blond head down to the tips of his toes, he was perfection, pure and simple. I knew his body intimately, frequently, and yet I never tired of looking at it. I did, however, manage to tear my gaze away.

  Turning it to Barton, I reveled in the delightful contrast between the two men. His darker skin was littered with black hairs—fortunately in all the right places. Ace had been right—he wasn’t any hairier than your average guy, which was good, as the last thing I wanted was to screw a gorilla lookalike. His bulkiness was even more apparent now there was nothing to hide it—each muscle was defined. His biceps were probably thicker than one of my thighs, his wide shoulders were sculpted and his pecs gave my ample chest a run for its money. Now the T-shirt was gone, I could see his tattoos in their entirety—some beautiful tribal artwork running from shoulder to biceps that I’d be sure to ask him about later.

  Beneath a lovely hairy chest, I counted a six-pack, which was rudely bisected by his stiff dick. Like Ace’s, it was standing to attention, ready and raring to go. I couldn’t be sure from that distance, but it looked to be the same length as Ace’s, and just a smidge thicker. Either way, it would do nicely. Very nicely indeed.

  Grinning widely, I used both hands to point at the carpet in front of me. “Come here, boys,” I commanded with more confidence than I felt. Silly, really, given that we’d pretty much passed the point of no return. Backing out wasn’t going to happen—not from me, anyway. There was the tiniest element of coercion, thanks to what had happened earlier, but ultimately, I wanted this, so badly. My every nerve ending seemed to thrum, making me feel as though I was vibrating. Perhaps I was.

  The thoughts were wiped from my skittish brain as Ace and Barton did as they were told. They were within touching distance—which had been the whole point—and from my vantage point, perched on the edge of the mattress, I was looking at two mighty fine sets of abs. Licking my lips, I reached out and placed a hand on each of their chests, then let my fingers wander. Coarse hair, fine hair, flat, firm muscles, bulging, hard muscles—it was all good in my book, and I couldn’t resist a cheeky nipple tweak before lowering my gaze.

  Both men jerked at the unexpected pinch, but quickly recovered as I shifted my hands south, following their respective happy trails, before circling their erect cocks. Closing my eyes, I let my hands do the ‘seeing’—velvet skin over rock hard flesh, warmth, intense need, slickness gathering at their tips. As I drew in a deep breath through my nostrils, my olfactory sense was overwhelmed with maleness so potent I could almost taste it. Fresh sweat, cologne, muskiness, pure sex. My cunt drooled.

  A moan left my lips, and I opened my eyes, smirking up at the two men I had seemingly at my mercy. “Gorgeous…” I murmured, shifting my hands into a comfortable position and beginning to stroke their erections. “Just gorgeous.” Directing my next words at Barton, I continued, “I don’t know how quick your recovery time is, handsome, but I plan to make you both come with my hands. Then I’m going to take off my clothes and have you both pleasure me until I come. After that, I haven’t decided yet…” I pumped faster.

  Sucking in a hasty breath through his teeth, then letting it hiss out, Barton replied, “My recovery time is just fine, sweet cheeks. In any case, I’m sure the sight of your naked body will get me up again in next to no time.”

  “Glad to hear it,” I purred. I was getting into my stride now, enjoying the power I held over two such strong, virile men. Either one of them could snap me in half with their bare hands and somehow that just made the experience even more heady. They weren’t on their knees, but they might as well have been. I held all the cards, and I intended to play them, to my full advantage.

  Ace was on my left, so was getting the bum deal in terms of me being right-handed and not ambidextrous, so I decided to give him a little extra incentive. As I pumped at Barton’s cock with my right hand, I shifted my left down to the root of Ace’s dick and sunk the tip between my lips. Letting plenty of saliva trickle out over his glans, I gave him a very wet and enthusiastic blow job, gratified to hear two guttural moans as I upped my game.

  Licking, sucking, bobbing. Tugging, stroking, squeezing, I worked harder and faster, letting my own sounds vibrate through Ace’s flesh and into the air, knowing they would add fuel to the erotic fire threatening to consume us all.

  Soon, I sensed an end to this portion of our play. Ace had tangled a hand into my hair and was gripping it so tightly that sparks of pain danced across my scalp. More juices seeped from my pussy in response, adding yet more moisture to the veritable lake between my legs. His groans turned into grunts, his hips jerked. I knew he was close—any moment now and his spunk would flood my throat. I could hardly wait.

  Striving for two orgasms for the price of one, I kept the same pace on Ace’s cock and gave Barton’s my all. I hoped like hell he was close, too, as my muscles were beginning to ache, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep it up.

  Fortunately, I didn’t have to find out. With a yowl and an almost vicious thrust, Ace climaxed. His cum jetted over my tongue and I drank it down eagerly, careful to continue with my rhythm on Barton. My diligence paid off—Ace had barely stopped throbbing between my lips when another yelp rang out and Barton’s cock grew harder in my fist, before spasming wildly. I felt warm stickiness dripping down onto my fingers and hand, and a sense of extreme triumph flowed through me.

  I’d made two men come almost simultaneously—and they hadn’t gotten anywhere near my pussy or my arse yet.

  Releasing them, I stood up on slightly shaky legs—though I didn’t show it—and began stripping off. “I think I’ve earned my go now, boys, don’t you? And if we’re going tit for tat, then I believe I’m owed two orgasms before you get to fuck me.”

  Chapter Eight

  I’d barely settled down in the center of the bed before I was sandwiched between two hot, hard male bodies. Sexual tension and anticipation laced the air, and I basked in it for a few seconds before saying, “Well, what are you waiting for?” Their hesitation, their respect, was endearing, but I could see no reason for pause—all three of us were wholeheartedly into this, ready to have our deepest lusts sated.

  After glancing briefly at each other—presumably some kind of macho permission thing—Ace and Barton began working in tandem to pleasure me. As soon as they touched me, I knew I’d have a damn sight more than two orgasms before the sun rose the following morning.

  There was a symmetry to their actions. They both started at the top—of me, that is—and seemingly planned to work their way to the bottom. Ace captured my lips in a smoldering, possessive kiss which made me melt all over again, while Barton’s lips trailed fire down my neck and across my shoulder. The multitude of sensations had me in danger of overload—soft, sensual lips on mine, sharp nips and the scratch of stubble at my collarbone—but I knew I had to get a grip because there was more, so much more, to come.

  With one hand at the back of Ace’s head, I let my other touch whatever it could find, which happened to be a thickly muscled arm. Pulling Ace tighter to me and deepening our kiss, I stroked Barton’s arm, enjoying the alien sensation of the raised skin where his epic artwork adorned him. Familiar and new melded into a delicious concoction, and pleasure fizzed through me, giving me a natural high.

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nbsp; Barton had apparently exhausted that area of my body and decided to move on. I moaned into Ace’s mouth as Barton found my right nipple, closing his lips around it and beginning to suck gently as he cupped and squeezed the mound of soft flesh.

  Realizing Barton had shifted position, Ace followed suit, kissing and nibbling, before sinking his teeth into the side of my breast, piercing the skin and drawing a little blood. I thought it was a tad unfair, given Barton didn’t have that option, but then I was Ace’s girlfriend, not his. The pheromones from Ace’s bite took a few seconds to hit my bloodstream, but when they did, it was wild. My natural high was emphasized to the extent that I felt as if I was floating outside my body somewhere, looking down on proceedings and yet feeling every ounce of pleasure my corporeal form was experiencing. It was bizarre and beautiful all at once.

  Clearly not intending to be outdone, Barton continued his blissful torment of my breast, while insinuating a hand between my legs and beginning to explore. He teased at first—stroking his long fingers across the soft skin of my inner thighs before dipping between my sticky lips. As he felt my heat and wetness, his groan vibrated right through my tit, and I smiled.

  Ace, fortunately knowing when to stop, sucked and licked at my pierced skin, then moved over to my nipple. With plenty of experience in exactly what I liked, he didn’t bother to start off slow, gentle. Instead he went straight in with hard and rough, sending a fresh rush of arousal coursing through me. My brain could scarcely keep up—both of my nipples and my pussy were being stimulated at the same time, and oh, there were hands, four fucking hands, seemingly everywhere.

  Just when I thought I couldn’t get any more pleasure without coming, Barton slipped two thick fingers inside me and positioned his thumb against my swollen clit. As he released my breast, I felt the mattress shift and dip as he moved his bulk between my thighs, leaving both my tits free for Ace to play with.