by Kris Norris
Her sharp intake of breath wavered through the room as the bra slipped free of her shoulders, pooling around her wrists. Her eyes darted towards the door, and Gabe sensed her sudden urge to run. He shifted slightly, obscuring her view of the exit as he raised his gaze to her face, holding it while he lowered his mouth to one turgid bud and blew a heated breath across the tip. The tiny point hardened instantly, puckering her skin until it looked like a small peak atop a mountain of creamy skin. One half of his mouth kicked into a smile as he darted his tongue out, brushing the tip across her distended nipple.
Ripley’s head fell back. “Ohmygod.”
Gabe chuckled as she threaded all the words together, making the phrase sound like a reverent prayer. He licked again, harder, taking more of her skin into his mouth. A small set of hands wove through his hair, tugging at it to the same rhythm as his tongue. He felt Mathias cup her breasts and took his brother’s offer to deepen his caress.
“Do you know how beautiful you are with Gabe’s mouth latched onto your breast? I can’t wait until he dives between your legs, eating that flesh with the same intent.”
Ripley answered the man with a harsh moan, tightening her hold on Gabe’s hair. He tugged her nipple one more time before easing back and nodding at Mathias.
The man didn’t wait for a second invitation. Gabe leant back, plucking one nipple as Mathias curled around Ripley’s side, latching on to the other. Ripley’s voice became a husky mixture of their names and words Gabe couldn’t quite make out as her hands released his scalp, brushing through Mathias’ hair. Gabe tilted his head over, watching her skin blend from white into a dusky rose, as her arousal increased, lacing the colour up her chest and across her cheeks. He could smell the sweet scent hanging in the air, surrounding them like a gentle breeze. Their eyes clashed for a moment, and he knew he’d lost any hope of keeping his feelings strictly ‘business.’
“Mathias is right. You’re incredibly beautiful.”
Ripley met his gaze, her eyes heavy lidded, her lips formed around another moan. She released one hand from Mathias’ head and traced the line of Gabe’s jaw, dragging him to her with a single finger beneath his chin. He moved in close, raking his fingers through her hair as he tilted her head back, claiming her lips. She opened for him, her tongue battling his for control. He growled a warning, pleased when she surrendered, allowing him to dominate. He enjoyed her enthusiasm, but after a century of abstinence, his patience was fleeting.
Gabe broke the kiss, peppering quick ones down her neck. His beast roared as he licked the soft hollow of her shoulder, reminding himself he was more than what she thought. He pulled back as he trailed his fingers down her arm, smiling when her flesh beaded beneath his caress.
“You taste more delicious than that tantalising perfume you’re wearing.” Gabe moved his hand to her waist. “But you’re still hiding your sweetest treat from us.”
Ripley’s gasp filled the room as Gabe lifted her up, holding her stare as Mathias moved his hands to her pants, slowly flicking her button free before working the length of zipper. The harsh sound of the metal giving way had Gabe’s cock flaring in protest, eager to delve inside her wet heat.
She pointed at their clothes as her pants crested her ankles, leaving her with nothing more than a scrap of white cotton covering her groin. “What…what about you t-two?”
Gabe smiled up at her as his brother fingered the band around her hips. “You can do the honours…once we’re done.”
He nodded and her panties fell to the top of the desk, the sides clawed apart. The scent of warm, womanly arousal permeated the air, and he heard Mathias’ vampire howl at the succulent aroma. Gabe lowered her back on the desk, remembering to go slowly, as he let his hands fall to her thighs. Mathias wrapped both arms around her waist, his fingers splayed across her hips. There was something inherently erotic about seeing the other man’s skin on hers, the contrast between their tones playing off the bright light.
Gabe nodded at her thighs. “He looks good on you. Now open wide.”
Ripley hesitated just long enough to kiss Mathias over her shoulder before slowly drawing her legs apart. Gabe’s mouth went dry the instant her pussy peeked out at him, her bare lips glistening in the light. He’d heard that women of this century shaved their mounds, but he’d never seen one.
“Now that’s fucking sexy.” Mathias reached down and rubbed his hand along the smooth skin. “God, it’s so soft.”
Gabe licked his dry lips, unable to look away from the sight of Mathias’ fingers caressing the tiny vee at the top of Ripley’s sheath.
“I’d love to take your word on the matter, brother. But there’s really only one way to tell for certain.”
Gabe forced his attention upward, wanting to know Ripley was watching his every move. Her eyes locked on his, and he held her stare as he lowered his head between her legs. Her lips twitched into a smile a moment before he poked out his tongue and drew the tip through her slit.
Earthy sweetness erupted in his mouth, the taste unlike any he’d experienced. It engulfed his senses, honing them until her essence was his only concern. A strangled moan broke from his lips before he dipped down for another lick.
Mathias groaned in the background. “Sweet mercy, I swear I can already taste her.”
His voice echoed off the walls, building the heady atmosphere already growing in the room. Gabe glanced up. Mathias had his eyes squeezed shut and his nostrils flared with arousal. He knew the man was ghosting his every move, feeling and tasting without actually touching. It was a gift—or a curse—of their joint resurrection, though Gabe had a feeling Mathias wasn’t complaining about the shared senses now.
Ripley’s breath hitched when Gabe flicked his tongue across her bud, the sensation making the tiny nub quiver in response. He repeated his motion, growling at the identical reaction.
Ripley shifted slightly beneath him. “Wouldn’t you rather move over to the couch?”
Her disjointed voice interrupted his motion, halting him with his tongue poised at the edge of her sex. He’d had every intention of sinking it inside her sweet hole, and savouring a mouthful of her honeyed cream.
Mathias dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “But isn’t this how you envisioned us? Gabe between your legs…me at your back?”
Ripley’s eyes bulged wide as she looked from Gabe up to Mathias, clearly confused by how the man had read her intentions. Gabe couldn’t help but smile, knowing Mathias had planted that image in her head.
“But…how…”
Mathias chuckled, rubbing his hand along her jaw. “It wasn’t that hard to decipher your desires. Especially when you kept glancing at the desk. I’m positive you have more fantasies we can bring to life, but this seems like a good place to start.” His hands roved down her body, tweaking her nipples as he made his way back to her mound. He looked at Gabe. “Need any help?”
“Don’t suppose you’d be willing to hold these pretty little lips apart for me…so I can use my fingers for other pleasures?”
A smile broke across Mathias’ face. “All you had to do is ask.”
Ripley’s body shuddered as Mathias slowly lowered his hands, using his fingers to draw apart her drenched lips, revealing her clit to the cool air. Her gasp made Gabe’s cock jump again, and he prayed the damn thing wouldn’t explode before he’d had a chance to play.
He looked up at Ripley, raising his eyebrow. “Did you ever venture inside the doubles room? Just to look around?”
She shook her head, followed by a timid ‘no.’
“But you wanted to. Wanted to go inside and imagine how hot having two men devoted to your pleasure could be. Were you hoping Sirus’ clients would be watching? That they’d moan as your body orgasmed before their eyes, each of them wishing they were the one tasting your sweet honey. That it was their fingers lodged inside your tight channel, feeling it quiver and pulse as you writhed in ecstasy?”
Gabe sank one finger inside her as he moved another to her slit, rub
bing the pad across her clit. Ripley’s head fell back and her mouth opened on a husky groan, her stomach tensing in response. He watched as each tiny muscle feed off the next, making her body ripple in pleasure. He rose up from between her legs and moved his lips next to her ear, nipping at the lobe.
“Have you considered that perhaps Sirus has this office wired? That his bouncers are watching you right now, staring at how your breasts move with every touch. How your nipples have turned a deep rose colour and how nicely you keep your legs wide for us, so we can see every reaction we coax from you? Does that excite you?”
Her breathing roughened, giving him all the answers he needed.
“Tell me, my sweet Ripley. Do you enjoy touching yourself?”
Her gaze flew to his, her cheeks heating beneath his stare.
He smiled, nodding at her open thighs. “Show us.”
Ripley snagged her bottom lip, shifting her focus between him and Mathias before lowering one hand. She drew a harsh breath as her fingers grazed over Mathias’, his hands still holding her apart.
Mathias nipped at her earlobe. “I’ll keep you nice and open so we can watch.”
Gabe didn’t miss how her hand trembled as it moved between her legs, a single finger extended towards her clit. She glanced at him one last time before sliding it over her bud, moaning when more cream glistened along her lips.
“That’s it.” Gabe met her gaze. “Rub it slowly so we can watch.”
He lowered again, keeping his eyes locked on hers as his face came level with her groin. He’d never noticed how pale her skin was compared to the pink flesh of her mound until he watched her finger dance over her clit, making her squirm in Mathias’ arms.
“Very nice. Now keep going. I want you to milk all that sweet cream from your pussy for me. Did I mention I haven’t eaten in what seems like forever?”
Raspy little moans escaped her clenched teeth, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard a woman respond to him.
He inched forward, needing to hear her scream with her passion. “Now dip your finger inside.” He raised his eyebrow at her when she didn’t respond. “Ripley.”
A quiet huff of frustration filtered through the room, but she complied, lowering her finger until it disappeared inside her channel. The men moaned in unison, their voices blending together in perfect countenance. Gabe couldn’t drag his gaze away from the sight to nod at Mathias, hoping the other man would have the sense to read his mind.
Mathias nuzzled her neck, licking along her collarbone. “Good girl. Now bring that up here so I can get a real taste.”
Gabe cursed when Ripley removed her finger and raised to his brother’s lips, the man’s eyes closing on a sigh as he suckled her finger into his mouth. A subtler splash of her essence lighted Gabe’s senses, and he didn’t know how he kept his cock from creaming his pants.
“Enough.” Gabe smoothed his hands along Ripley’s thighs. “My turn.”
It was the best he could do before delving between her legs and swiping his tongue through her creamy folds. He hummed in delight as more of her flavour engulfed his mouth. Bloody hell, but he could eat her for days.
Mathias laughed. “Tempting thought, brother, but if you don’t hurry things along, they’ll be nothing left for you to savour.”
Gabe glared at his brother, holding back a chuckle as Ripley tried to follow the conversation. Between her half-lidded eyes and her weeping pussy, she was all but lost to their mumblings. She shot him a look, but he quelled her questions with a well-timed circle of her bud.
“Yesss.” Her breath hissed through her teeth, fluttering the wispy strands of hair surrounding her face.
He looked at the mass of red locks covering her shoulders and promised himself he’d wrap the strands around his fingers when he mounted her from behind. A desperate moan filled his head, and he knew Mathias was at the end of his patience.
Gabe nodded at his brother, motioning to her sex. “Why don’t you feel how tight she is while I quench my hunger?”
Gabe latched onto her nub while Mathias lowered one hand, slipping it beneath Gabe’s mouth and into Ripley’s pulsing sheath. She cried out her affirmation, tunnelling her small fingers through Gabe’s hair, scrapping his scalp with her nails. She tugged on the ends as she tilted her hips, trying to keep his probing tongue where she needed it most. He nipped at her lips, spreading the warm honey around her clit, loving the way she opened wider to give him better access.
“God damn, Gabe. She’s so fucking tight. I can’t imagine how good it’s going to be when she clamps around our cocks.”
Ripley moaned in reply, and Gabe pulled back long enough to watch his brother’s finger slide in and out of her little hole, enjoying the way her pink flesh merged around the intrusion.
“Gabriel, please.”
Gabe slanted his gaze to hers. No one called him Gabriel anymore. Not since…
Her eyes narrowed on his as she threw her head back, pumping her groin against Mathias’ hand. Gabe smiled up at her, clenching his jaw when she yanked on his hair.
He sighed. “Very well. But you’ll have to wait twice as long next time.”
The look she flashed him told him she wasn’t worried about the next time. All of her energy was clearly focused on the building orgasm and how hard they’d make her come. A knot of emotion moved through his chest, but he chose to ignore it. Mathias could analyse it all later. Right now, Gabe had other concerns.
He moved back in, knowing he wouldn’t leave until she’d creamed his tongue. Ripley’s moan keened into a wail as he latched onto her clit, and sucked. A burst of honeyed-liquid gushed from her sex a moment before she bucked against him.
“Fuck, I can feel her coming.” Mathias groaned as if in pain. “Damn, it’s incredible.”
Mathias’ voice only made her come harder, her movements nearly tipping them off the desk. Gabe kept moving, licking each drop of cream. Her heartbeat echoed in his head, and he could feel his beast clamouring for her blood. Demanding he merge their souls together.
The thought stopped him cold. It’d been centuries since he’d considered the state of his soul, and just the idea he wanted to have one to share with her, scared him. What he’d told Mathias was right. Their job was to guard the talisman. All other considerations were just folly born of idealistic dreams. Enforcers or not, they were still creatures of the night. And he doubted Ripley would ever see them as anything more.
The sobering reality took him to his feet. He’d gotten lost in the feel of her skin against his, of how his body sprang to life with just her scent. Something shifted inside him, but he didn’t want to consider what it meant.
“Gabe. We’re far from finished, brother. Or have you already forgotten what we promised?”
He looked at Mathias. He was holding Ripley in his arms, her head draped across his shoulder. Her eyes were half closed, her cheeks flushed from her climax. She looked more beautiful than ever. She managed a sighing smile, as she relaxed against Mathias’s chest, her legs still wedged wide.
His gaze fell to her groin, and he couldn’t stop a moan from bubbling free as he stared at the sweet, glistening flesh, ripe for his taking. Her soft voice whispered through the room, and he knew he couldn’t deny her, love or not.
He met Mathias’ gaze. “By all means. Let’s move ahead.”
Chapter Four
Ripley stared, her mouth dry, her body humming, as Gabe stepped back, his eyes focused on her pussy, his fingers finding the waistband of his jeans. He looked like sin with his chest bare and his jeans hugging his ass as if they were painted on his skin. She reached forward, swatting at his hands. He cast his brown eyes her way, clearly questioning her actions.
“You promised I could do the honours.” She eased out of Mathias’ arms as she slipped off the table. “I intend to hold you to it.”
A devilish grin curved his lips, exposing a glimpse of white, and for a moment, she thought she saw a set of fangs peeking out at her, but they vanis
hed before she could blink. Her little voice whispered words of caution, only to have them fade as Gabe took her hands in his and placed them on his waist. His skin was cool, but the heat radiating from beneath his pants sizzled her fingertips, adding new moisture to her already drenched slit.
She watched as Gabe inhaled, his nostrils flaring as his eyes narrowed on her. God, it was as if he could tell the instant her arousal crested. More questions simmered to life, but she ignored them when Mathias pressed his chest into her back.
“Having second thoughts? Or are you waiting for Gabe’s cock to break free on its own?”
She couldn’t stop the hushed giggle that broke free. She enjoyed Mathias’ sense of humour. Ripley wiggled her ass across his erection as she moved her fingers to the button on Gabe’s jeans. His cock flared against her palm and it was all she could do not to rip the damn seam in her need to strip him. His eyes squeezed shut when she finally popped it open, grazing her fingers along the sparse expanse of skin. His muscles twitched beneath her touch and she wondered if she’d ever seen two men as impressive as they were. Gabe was bulkier, but Mathias was just as sexy, with long lean muscles and crystal blue eyes that made her feel as if she was staring into a early summer sky. She wasn’t completely sure why they seemed so taken with her, but she wasn’t about to miss a rare opportunity.
Ripley grabbed the zipper and dragged it down, smiling when his cock pushed forward, bulging the fabric of his underwear out through the opening. He seemed more than eager, and she couldn’t wait to see all of him. But she didn’t want Mathias to feel left out.
Holding a single finger up to Gabe, she spun around, groaning when her sensitive nipples grazed across the light dusting of blond hair on Mathias’ chest. She’d never responded like that to anyone, and she wondered if they could make her come by only suckling on them. Mathias cocked half his mouth into a knowing smile, and she had the nagging thought that he’d somehow read her mind.