Two Hot

by Riley Ashford

  Damon's heart sunk to his toes. "You're gonna shoot me and throw me on some vamp's doorstep?"

  "Yeah." He shrugged. "You're already poisoned, man. It's a waste to just kill you and throw your ass in acid."

  The safety was already off.

  Kel's hand was steady.

  And Damon was fucked.

  He refused to close his eyes. He wanted to see it coming. He wanted to look in his murderer's eyes as he took his last breath.

  The door to the hotel flew off its hinges. Kel whirled around, and Damon rolled over the bed, falling to the floor on the other side. He peeked over the edge and watched Kel empty the Glock. The silencer did its job, but the bullets did not.

  Belle was too fast. Even as Kel shot at the doorway, she was already behind him, her slim pale hands around his head. Crack. She snapped his neck. Kel dropped to the floor.

  "Remind me never to piss you off," said Damon as he rose to his feet.

  "You already have," she reminded him. She wore a white silk blouse tucked into a black mini-skirt, and black leather calf boots. Her blonde hair hung in soft waves around her heart-shaped face.

  She was beautiful.

  "I am not quite so angry anymore."

  Damon cleared his throat. Embarrassment crawled up his neck. "You heard."

  "You let your shields down."

  "I don't need them for vermin." He walked around the edge of the bed and looked down at Kel. His eyes were wide, sightless. "Prick."

  "You need new friends," said Belle. Her gaze flicked to his. "You walked away. You hurt me. Because you knew if I drained you, the poison would kill me."

  "Vampires metabolize too fast. You can't get drunk or high. You're essentially dead, so diseased blood cannot infect you. You're impervious to almost everything." Damon looked away, unable to face the accusation gleaming in her eyes. "A large concentrated dose of the Guild's poison will kill you, in the worst way. They dosed me with three times the normal amount. If you drain me, you'll die."

  "And this terrible substance does not affect you?"

  "Not like it will you. Silver burns you, right?"

  Her expression turned to horror. "There is silver in the concoction?"

  "Yeah." Damon sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. "This shit is already killing me, Belle. I've got less than six hours."

  "We must go." She strutted to the door, and Damon's gaze was drawn to her pert ass. She paused and looked over her shoulder. "You are dying, Damon Phillips. Do not waste time."

  "Baby, if your ass was the last sight I ever saw, I'd die a happy man."

  She rolled her eyes. "You will not die tonight, mon amour. But I am still not happy with you."

  "I'll find a way to make it up to you," he promised.

  "Yes," she said, tossing her hair. "You will."

  * * *

  "This is the plan?" Damon asked. "No. Hell, no."

  "Don't be a pussy." Belle was already naked and on the bed. Rolf lounged next to her. In his human form, Rolf was a big dude. Probably close to seven feet tall, Damon guessed, and as bulked with muscle as a WWF wrestler. He had slate gray eyes and short spiky hair. Damon was no slouch in the cock department, but Rolf's was freaking enormous.

  "That's the problem," he said. "I like pussy. Dicks are not my style."

  Belle sighed. "I explained this already. Rolf is different from other werewolves."

  "No shit."

  "I'm not referring to his preference for males. Werewolves are born, just like human children. Rolf is one of the very few wolves who can make others."

  "Fine. He can bite me. But he's not having sex with me."

  "He utilizes sex magic," said Belle in a tone that suggested she was losing patience. "Our lovemaking will strengthen the bite and give you a better chance of surviving the change. You will be immortal, and we can be together."

  "This fucking sucks," said Damon as he took off his clothes. "I don't know which would be worse -- croaking or letting Jumbo over there put his dick up my ass."

  "You might enjoy it," offered Rolf in a rumbling voice. His gaze traveled over Damon's naked form. "God knows I will."

  "I thought silver hurt wolves, too."

  "He just has to bite you, not suck your blood." Belle patted the spot on the bed between her and Rolf. "No more waiting, Damon."

  Rolf wasted no time exploring the hard ridges of Damon's bare chest. Damon flinched, sidling a glance at Belle. Her hands joined Rolf's. Soft and feminine. Rugged and male.

  The contrasts were surprisingly erotic. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, tried to enjoy the feel of being touched. When two mouths kissed his nipples, tongues flicking the tiny peaks, he moaned.

  "He likes it." Rolf sounded amused.

  "Shut up, furball."

  Rolf's laughter rolled over him and then the dog gripped Damon's cock.

  Damon's eyes flew up and his mouth opened.

  Belle kissed him. Probably to make sure his mouth was too occupied to insult the werewolf. His heart beat a rapid tattoo as his cock reacted to Rolf's rough stroking. He was shocked because he was so not into dudes. But maybe a touch was a touch, a kiss a kiss, and a fuck... just a fuck.

  Belle's tenderness warred with Rolf's brutality. Lust pulsed through Damon as white-hot as lightning. His cock hardened, his balls tightened.

  Damon rolled onto his side, unsure if he was relieved or disappointed that he'd effectively removed Rolf from rubbing his shaft. He felt much better about nestling his cock against Belle's slick pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him tight against her. She sucked on his lower lip then chased kisses across his throat, licking his collarbone.

  Rolf's hands cupped his ass.

  "Whoa. Hey."

  "Ssshh." Belle kissed him, trying to distract him from what Rolf was doing. Only she didn't quite succeed.

  "Do not clench," demanded Rolf. He put something metallic and cold into Damon's anus and squeezed. Cool gel filled his ass.

  Oh, crap. Damon clenched.

  "You can do that after I'm inside you," said Rolf. "You squeeze those ass muscles as tight as you want."

  "It's not gonna fit," whispered Damon. "Did you see that thing?"

  "Pay attention to something else." Belle's lips twitched and he realized she was trying not to laugh.

  "How would you like it?"

  One golden eyebrow rose. "Why don't you find out?"

  Rolf handed him the lube. Belle rolled over and offered Damon her perfect, sweet ass. He parted her cheeks and squeezed the lube inside her. And when Rolf punctured him with one long, thick finger, circling and widening, he did the same to Belle.

  She moaned.

  And wiggled.

  He nestled his chin on her shoulder and watched Belle pleasure herself. Maybe he was trying to distance himself from what Rolf was gonna do, which was pointless. Still, Belle offered a nice distraction. Her hands cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples. Damon went hot. One of her hands slid down her flat stomach to the blonde curls at the juncture of her thighs. He watched as she slid one finger into her pussy, and then two.

  He followed her lead, inserting another finger into her ass.

  Rolf did the same.

  Damon hadn't really done much anal play, and certainly not like this. Not with a man behind prepping to fuck his ass, and not with a woman in front of him, ready for him to do the same.

  Belle moaned, working one plump breast and her pussy.

  "Slow down," he said. He was sweating, from anticipation or worry, he didn't know.

  "Get inside me," said Belle, her voice reedy. "Fuck me."

  Rolf chose that moment to fit the tip of his cock against Damon's puckered entrance. Damon sucked in a steadying breath, his fingers stilling within Belle.

  "Push back," said Rolf.

  Damon did, as Rolf slowly inched his enormous length inside. It felt so full, so strange, and so... good. Rolf's hand gripped Damon's hip.

  "Take her," he said. "And we will begin."

/>   Damon removed his fingers and fit his cock against Belle's tight bud. As he worked his shaft into her quivering channel, she pushed back, and soon he was fully seated.

  Rolf started to move, and Damon pressed against Belle as Rolf thrust and thrust. Although it burned, the sensation of being fucked in the ass wasn't entirely unpleasant. And when pleasure started to tremble in his cock, he caught Rolf's rhythm and plunged into Belle.

  "Yes," she cried.

  Damon lost himself in all the tumbling sensations. He was surprised at how quickly the orgasm built, at how much he enjoyed being sandwiched between two sensual people striving for his pleasure.

  "I'm coming," cried Belle. "Oh, yes. Yes!"

  Her hand was pressed hard against her cunt, her body arching as she orgasmed, and her ass clenched him so hard, he came. Pleasure burst, hot and sweet as he filled Belle's ass with his seed.

  Rolf groaned as he shoved his thick cock deeply into Damon. The throbbing of the man's cock as he came created even more pleasurable shivers for Damon. Damon saw that they were all glowing, as shiny as gold. Sparks snapped and sizzled around them.

  Sex magic.

  Then Rolf bit him on the shoulder.

  The werewolf's teeth were big and sharp.

  Something metallic electrified him. Then he was falling into lava, burning, burning until his bones cracked and his flesh flaked and he crumbled into nothingness.

  * * *

  Damon swam up from the liquid black. He broke the surface of consciousness, but he felt fuzzy and weak. He couldn't open his eyes. He was lying on something soft, surrounded by its comfort. Belle's bed. He sensed someone else in the room. No, two people. Restless. One pacing, one shifting from foot to foot.

  What had happened to him?

  "He has not stirred in two days." Belle's sweet, French-tinged voice was filled with worry. For him?

  "He's alive," said Rolf. "If the poison did not kill him, then the bite was effective. He's immortal, just as you wanted."

  "Thank you," said Belle, though Damon recognized the uncertainty edging her tone. "Your debt is paid, monami."

  "You know the debt never kept me here. He's a good protector, and now that he is werewolf, he's even better. You no longer need me."

  "Rolf..."

  "It's time for me to go, we both know it." He paused. "I'll return when he's ready to do his first shift. I don't think it'll take him long to get used to his new life."

  * * *

  On the third night, Damon woke up.

  Belle, who was leaning over to straighten the covers around him, fell onto the bed and rained kisses on his face and neck. "How do you feel?"

  "Like I could eat a whole cow. Raw."

  She grinned. "My beautiful werewolf."

  "My gorgeous vampire."

  They kissed, slowly, sweetly, because now, Belle DeLuc and Damon Phillips had all the time in the world.

  To dream.

  To adventure.

  To love.

  Riley Ashford

  Riley Ashford loves to write sensual love stories that explore unusual relationships and supernatural settings. She lives in the Midwest with her family, and enjoys reading, knitting, and watching action flicks.

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