by Kris Norris
“She’s so fucking beautiful.” His words hung in the air as he lowered his mouth to her slit and drew his tongue between her silky folds. Sweet, earthy flavour drowned his senses and he couldn’t stop from repeating the caress, filling his mouth with her wonderful taste.
Gage groaned in response. “Do you know how hard it makes me watching you lick her?”
“I think I have an idea.” Mathias circled her clit, growling when the tiny bud fluttered beneath his tongue. “Sweet mercy.”
Mathias lapped at her flesh, as his finger found her sex. He loved feeling the tight channel clamp around him, and wanted to experience the sensation again before he felt it on his cock. Ripley cried out, waking from her sleep with a strong tilt of her hips. He looked up at her, watching her writhe as Gabe moved his hands to her breasts, plucking her nipples. She arched into the man’s hands, and Gabe tweaked them harder.
Her raspy breath hissed through her clenched teeth. “Yes.”
Mathias smiled and moved back to her pussy, licking her weeping flesh while gathering more cream on his finger. He paused, flashing an image in her head before sliding one finger down her cleft and circling her ass. Ripley tensed, clearly unsure of his intensions.
“Easy, my little pixie. Mathias is only going to introduce you to the feeling. Just his finger, so you can gauge if you like it. We won’t do anything you don’t find pleasurable.”
Gabe’s words seemed to soothe her, and Mathias felt her relax. He nuzzled her lips, holding her attention there as he rimmed his finger around her ass, probing just the tip inside. The husky moan that greeted his intrusion had his cock weeping fluid. Damn, he’d never heard a woman make that sexy rasp before, and he pushed in farther hoping he’d hear it again.
Ripley didn’t disappoint him. Her rough voice echoed each thrust until his finger was fully seated in her ass. Images of both men fucking her there filled his head, and he knew she was dreaming about the possibility.
“Do you like that?” Gabe’s voice was part growl, part purr. “Do you fantasise about us taking you there.”
A ragged ‘yes’ tore from Ripley’s chest when Mathias started moving his finger back and forth, taking her anal channel with strong, steady strokes. Her arousal increased, drenching her labia with her juice. Mathias took the invitation and dipped down, licking her from cleft to clit. The scream that broke the silence severed his control.
Mathias sucked at her nub, fucking her ass as Gabe moved one hand down her thigh and below Mathias’ head, sinking his finger inside her pussy. Fire erupted in Mathias’ cock as he felt the steady thrust of Gabe’s finger through the thin barrier of skin. Ripley screamed their names, then broke.
A gush of cream flowed around Gabe’s hand as Mathias felt her ass spasm. Contractions locked his finger in place, holding him with a vice-like grip. He clenched his jaw to keep from blowing his wad onto the couch, until Ripley slowly relaxed, her breathing finally deepening.
He looked up at her, watching her reaction as he pulled his finger free of her ass. Her eyes closed on a moan, her hips tilting towards him as she wiggled on Gabe’s chest, clearly wanting more.
“Soon.” He shifted over to grab a condom, then reclined back on the couch.
She blinked in surprise as he stretched his arms out, motioning to her with his hands. She hadn’t likely seen anything more than a fuzzy blur, but he could tell she was confused.
Gabe didn’t wait for Ripley to move, lifting her up and straddling her legs over Mathias’. Mathias held her stare, watching her lids droop in desire as his brother held her hips over his cock.
Mathias moved his hands to her thighs. “Ride me.”
Ripley nodded, rotating her hips as Gabe lowered her down, slowly impaling herself on Mathias’ shaft. Fiery pressure surrounded his cock, and he snarled as his vampire demanded control. He felt his features waver slightly before he drew the creature back, not wanting Ripley to see that side of him while she was speared on his shaft. Her eyes clouded with concern, until Gabe tweaked one nipple while his other hand brushed her clit.
Ripley cried out, grinding her pelvis into Mathias’, whipping her head from side to side. Gabe helped lever her up, drawing her pulsing channel along Mathias’ cock, threatening to make him come on the spot. He tightened his hold, praying he wasn’t leaving marks on her hips as he met her downward thrust, plunging so deep he was certain he’d bottomed out.
Ripley kept moving, rising and falling on his cock, chanting his name as her climax neared. He could feel it getting closer. The way her pussy rippled and contracted as her nipples tightened, crinkling her skin. A deep flush laced up her chest and along her neck, outlining the flickering pulse beating beneath the surface.
His vampire roared again, and he nodded at Gabe. The man lowered his head to her neck and licked at the precious flesh. A deep-seated urge flamed to life and Mathias knew that they’d both need to mark her if they had any chance of saving her life. But now wasn’t the time.
Mathias raised his hips slightly higher and drove into Ripley, revelling in the wet, frothy sounds filling the room. This was what he needed. He moved faster, pounding harder until the dam finally gave way, and he came, filling the rubber barrier with spurt after spurt of his demon seed. He threw back his head and shouted her name, knowing he’d never mate with another. Ripley collapsed on top of him, her soft hair tickling his skin. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her back, savouring the feeling of intimacy. Even though he knew they’d share her for eternity, he couldn’t help but enjoy the brief moment when she was his.
Chapter Five
Gabe sat on the couch, allowing Mathias time to cuddle Ripley. He’d expected to feel jealous of their connection, but that wasn’t the emotion throbbing through him. It was more along the lines of relief…knowing that Mathias would be there to protect her if he didn’t survive the night.
He frowned at the notion, unsure of how to deal with the conflicting thoughts. Despite his determination to keep his distance, she’d burrowed her way into his shrivelled heart, making him feel more man than beast.
Mathias nudged him with his foot, breaking him from his thoughts. He looked over at the man, smiling at the way Ripley moulded to him, her curves a perfect complement to his firm lines.
Mathias sat up, holding Ripley close. “I think I’ll go clean up a bit. Give you two a chance to get…cosy.”
Gabe cursed as Mathias handed her over to him, dropping an open-mouthed kiss on her lips before heading for the bathroom. He heard his brother shuffling some boxes before the telltale click of the door. Damn the man. Gabe didn’t need to get cosy with her. Hell, every moment he spent inhaling her intoxicating scent and feeling her skin pressed against his only pushed him further towards an emotion he wasn’t prepared for…one that had cursed him to this never-ending existence.
Ripley sighed in his arms, her warm breath teasing his skin. Desire and need reared inside him as she looked up, wrapping her arms around his neck. He could see her intentions, feel her body growing warmer against his, and knew he’d be helpless to deny any request. She pulled her face closer, nuzzling one ear as she dropped a kiss along his neck.
“I’ve never wanted to be with anyone the way I need to be with you and Mathias.” Her breath feathered across his skin. “I don’t quite understand it, but I can’t help the way I feel.”
She looked into his eyes, stealing his heart with a simple smile.
She inched closer. “I need you.”
Gabe moved, reaching down and grabbing one of the godforsaken condoms off the floor before turning her in his arms and laying her across the couch. He didn’t want there to be any barriers between them, but if he asked to go without it, he’d have to confess why he wasn’t a threat to her. Why the only thing she could catch from him was immortality.
Ripley speared her fingers through his hair, drawing him close as he kneed her thighs apart, groaning when she wrapped her legs around his back, nudging his tailbone with her heels. He couldn’t remember th
e last time he’d loved a woman this way, always preferring something less intimate.
She lifted her head, taking his lips in hers in a kiss that clenched his withered heart, daring it to join hers in a heated rhythm. He returned her passion, more than aware he would never be the same.
“There’s something different about you. I don’t know what it is, but you and Mathias aren’t like other men, are you?”
He didn’t answer her question, hilting himself inside her sweet sheath instead. The words seemed to die on her tongue as her eyelids fluttered shut, a heated moan echoing his next thrust. He kept moving, building the heady atmosphere, until every other sound blended into the raspy pant of her breath and the tight clasp of her pussy. Time stalled as his body merged with hers, their mutual release looming overhead. He kissed her, knowing it would only strengthen the bond, but unable to deny his need to feel her with every part of his body. She returned his passion, twining her tongue with his, giving him access to her soul. He took it, wishing he could give her his in return. Ripley gasped when he finally released her lips, keeping his a breath away.
She looked at him, her eyes wide. “What’s happening?”
“Destiny. Now close your eyes, sweet Ripley, and feel.”
Gabe moved, claiming her pussy in strong driving strokes, daring her to deny him. She clung to him, her eyes squeezed shut, her body convulsing in his. He didn’t stop at the first wave of contractions that assaulted his cock, pressuring him towards his own release, but kept moving, determined to give her what was left inside him. The last remnants of a man who’d once dedicated himself to honour and duty.
She screamed his name, arching against him, clamping around his shaft so hard he stopped, balls deep, cock hinged on the edge. She tilted her hips, pressing her head against the cushions before releasing and taking him with her. Her name became a prayer of thanks as he erupted inside her, purging every last ounce of seed from his body. He held himself rigid, jerking against her until his arms gave out, and he sank down, pushing her into the couch with his weight. Her contented sigh fluttered past his ear, and he knew he was lost.
Gabe swallowed the thick feeling stuck in his throat, not sure what to do next. “Rest. We’ll talk later.”
She nodded, drifting off before he’d pulled his softening erection from her. He pushed up, staring at her, wondering if he’d ever tire of watching her sleep.
“I doubt it.” Mathias’ voice sounded loud in the stillness.
Gabe turned towards the man, wishing he’d realised his brother was there before he’d had that thought. “It’s not what you think.” He disposed of his condom and shifting back to the couch before she’d taken another breath.
Mathias flashed him a knowing smile. “Of course not. I never considered it.”
Gabe glared at him, wanting to smack the self-righteous smile off the man’s face. “We’re vampires. Do you really think she’ll ever see us as anything other than that?”
“We’ll never know until we give her a chance. Either way, we have to tell her sooner or later. I doubt she’ll miss the horde of undead trying to kill her at sunset, even if your massive body is capable of temporarily blocking the view.”
Gabe shook his head. “Let’s hope you’re still amused when the horde shows up. That’s if our little pixie hasn’t staked us both once she finds out what we really are.”
“You maybe, but not me. She likes me.”
“Just get some rest.” Gabe slid in behind Ripley as he curled his hand possessively around her hip. “For some strange reason, I’m exhausted.”
* * * *
Ripley stretched her legs, rolling her head as she opened her eyes. One of the boys had turned off the lights, leaving only the desk lamp to chase away the shadows. But it was more than enough to enjoy the view. Mathias had spooned his body into hers, tucking her hand into his chest. Even with a blanket over them, his skin felt cool. She inhaled, catching the combined scent of men and sex.
A hot flush crept into her cheeks. She’d never been so wanton before, making love to two men within the space of a heartbeat. It felt as if they’d released a hidden temptress inside her, one determined to enjoy all they could give her.
She sighed, drawing her hand across Mathias’ chest when she realised she couldn’t feel his heartbeat. She moved her fingers, searching along his ribcage, but nothing fluttered back at her. Her little voice whispered again and she sat up, staring down at him as he slept. Surely it was just the way his body worked. She bent forward, listening for the steady rhythm of his breathing, but all she could hear was the frantic panting of her own breath. She shook her head. Her father was right. She needed to get a grip.
Ripley glanced at Gabe, smiling at the way he’d tucked one hand under his head while the other draped across her thigh. He looked peaceful curled behind her and she couldn’t help but wonder why he acted so serious? Or why she felt a wall go up whenever he seemed close to letting her in?
“Men.” She’d never understand them, she realised as she untangled her limbs from the boys. She needed to take a quick shower before her muscles cramped for all the exercise.
She smiled at the thought and headed for the bathroom, stopping when she reached the door. The handle felt cold against her palm as she twisted it open and flicked on the light, looking up just as a hand trailed down her side. She jumped and turned in defence, bumping into Mathias’ chest. His hands flew to her shoulders, stopping her from tumbling through the doorway as she lost her balance.
He steadied her. “Are you okay?”
She nodded not sure her voice would do anything other than squeak.
“I’m sorry I scared you, Ripley. I assumed you’d know it was me.”
A nervous laugh slipped out and she forced in a deep breath. “I’m just not used to people touching me out of the blue.”
“Then you’ve been hanging around with the wrong men, because your body definitely demands to be touched.”
She trembled at his roguish smile, her knees weak with a different kind of nervousness. “I’m glad you feel that way.”
The beginnings of a frown creased his forehead and he tilted his head to the side as if listening to another voice. “We both feel like that.”
Ripley sighed, glancing at Gabe over Mathias’ shoulder. “I’m not convinced about your brother. I get the feeling he’s hiding something from me.” She laughed, but it sounded hollow even to her. “I realise we don’t really know each other, and that this isn’t a permanent arrangement. But I can’t help but think there’s more to this than a few quick romps.”
“More than you’ll ever know.” Mathias followed her gaze back to Gabe. “Just give him some time. I don’t think he was prepared for the way you made him feel.”
“And how’s that?”
“Alive.”
Ripley drew a harsh breath, meeting Mathias’ gaze. There was something in the way he’d said the single word—as if it held some sort of power—it sent a shiver through her.
She pulled back, shaking the crazy thoughts out of her head. “I’m sorry if I woke you. I only wanted to use the bathroom.”
Mathias smiled, and the bottom dropped out of her stomach. How the hell did a man exude that much sexiness with only a slight tilt of his lips?
He nodded at the bathroom door. “Of course. I’ll give you some privacy, but don’t be long. I miss your warmth already.”
“I’ll hurry.”
She turned towards the door, catching her reflection in the small mirror centred over the sink, just as Mathias dropped a kiss along her shoulder. Her breath hitched when she realised she hadn’t seen his image move in the glass. She spun around, but he was already settling down on the smooth leather. Questions tumbled in her head as she looked in the mirror again, then back at him.
Ripley drew her gaze away, closing the door in front of her as she slipped into the room. Even though it was only a basement office, Sirus had ensured the bathroom was fully equipped, with a glass shower and overhead h
eat lamps. She smiled as she turned on the taps, grabbing a towel from the small closet beside the stall, before stepping inside, sighing as the warm water beat against her skin, flushing it a deep pink.
She moaned as the water splashed over her pussy, soothing the tender flesh that had seen more attention in a couple of hours than it had in a couple of years. Yet, there were still aspects of the situation that bothered her. Even though they’d only agreed to a one night—or day—stand, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d been searching for these men her entire life. That they’d been fated to be together.
“More fantasies, Ripley.” She twisted so her back was under the spray. There was no such thing as fate, or soul mates, and to believe in them would only get her heart broken.
“Great. It’s only been a few hours and already I’m falling for them. Pathetic, completely pathetic.”
She knew better than to let her heart get involved. So much for thinking there’d be no harm in a day of hot sex. Already, the thought of leaving them made her stomach churn in protest. A few short hours and she felt like a love-sick puppy, following the first kind-hearted master home.
Ripley sighed. It was too late to worry about her decision, but too early to grieve over her choices. She still had the rest of the day to indulge in the men, and she wasn’t going to give that up because she’d get hurt. Hell, that was going to happen anyway. Might as well go out smiling.
Or coming.
She gasped, not sure if she’d heard the voice, or simply thought the reply in her head. She turned, wondering if Mathias had decided to follow her into the shower, but saw only shadows in the steam. She reached for the taps, wanting to stay, but anxious to get back to the men. She wanted to spend every waking moment with them, so she’d have more than a couple of memories to take with her.
She stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her, feeling the cool air tighten her nipples until the tiny points were visible against the terry. She smiled when she imagined what Gabe would do if she woke him with her nipples puckered against her skin. He seemed to enjoy playing with them, and what better way to warm up than with a round of hot sex.