“Do you want us to continue?” Jacques asked.
God!
She’d offer her life to have these two men make love to her. It was absolute heaven, For one of the undead, this was the closest thing to rapture.
“Yes,” she whispered, agreeing to anything that they wanted. Somehow, she lost track of time because when she looked down, Jolie was free from her dress.
It was when she looked away that they struck.
Both men, at the same time, buried their fangs in her flesh. Each took a side of her throat to feast from.
Jolie heard herself scream as they began greedily drinking from her. The sensation was much like a free-fall. It was a rush like nothing else before. Then Jolie realized they were indeed falling to the bed in a tangle of limbs. Suddenly, the feeding stopped.
Fangs were ripped from her body as she stared up at the two men who were now kneeling above her barely covered body. Her blood was dripping down Flynn’s chin, drawing both vampyres’ attention.
Flynn glanced over at his mate. He could feel Jacques’s eyes and knew what he wanted. Instead of fighting it, he went with it. “Go ahead,” he murmured, much to their surprise. Turning his head, he gave the vampyre access to his body.
Jacques leaned closer, trusting that his mate would be okay with his contact. As one hand went to his shoulder, he gently lapped Jolie’s blood from his neck.
Her body went wild with need. That one simple action nearly shoved her off the edge. Flynn never let Jacques touch him like that.
This was new--and hot--very, very hot.
Everything inside Jolie tightened at that single visual. Her body heated with an unquenchable lust.
These were her men.
Jacques licked away the last of the blood before turning to stare down at his mate. “Jolie,” he whispered, his eyes bleeding black. He could taste both mates across his tongue, and it was delicious.
Moving toward her, Flynn ran his hand up her leg. “I like the lingerie so much better now that I’m up close.”
Jolie swallowed as he began licking his way up one leg to the red ribbon garters holding the thigh high in place. When he untied it with his teeth, eyes never leaving her face, Jolie felt more heat.
“I agree, Flynn,” Jacques replied. “I can’t take my eyes off her barely covered breasts.” Licking his lips only restored the taste of both mates, making him crazy.
“Please,” she whispered.
Jacques lowered his head to nip at her erect nipples, which were poking through the lace of her see through bra.
Jolie arched her back, offering more of herself to them. It was her invitation to continue feasting on whatever part of her they wanted.
Both men suddenly stopped.
When they moved off the bed to begin disrobing, she stopped them. “Wait,” she said softly. “I want to help you.”
Neither man would stop her.
Jolie stopped in front of her human mate to begin unbuttoning his shirt. As she slid it off his large shoulders, her heart pounded in her chest. “I love doing this,” Jolie admitted.
Flynn swallowed. The predator had become the prey.
As Jolie moved around him, her hands never left his flesh. She touched, stroked, and teased his body unmercifully until he began to shake.
Returning to stand in front of him, Jolie unlaced his leather pants, making sure to stroke his body and inciting as much lust as possible. Here was his reward for letting Jacques touch him. Tonight, she’d give him so much pleasure.
Flynn swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing wildly. All the while, Jolie’s eyes never left his face.
Then the laces were free.
Jolie pushed them down, past his hips, and then his legs until they were on the floor. Dropping to her knees, she had the vantage point to see the pure lust in his eyes. Their human was fighting to stay in control.
Yeah, good luck with that.
Tonight was going to be one hell of a mating.
Brogan’s legs shook, the tell-tale sign he was close to losing it. She pushed for more as her breath blew softly across his erection. To torture him further, Jolie’s nails scraped back up the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh, tracing erotic patterns across his hard body.
“Oh God,” he hissed, clenching his teeth. That one action drew his blood.
The scent was intoxicating. Even Jacques moaned in pleasure.
Jolie wanted more. She wanted all. Digging her nails into his ass, she remained on her knees as she listened to him hiss out a breath. “Can you handle me, Flynn?” she asked softly, licking his erection in one long, slow stroke. He twitched beneath her very eager tongue. “Can you handle what I want to do to you tonight?”
“I’ll never be able to handle you, but I never have been afraid of a challenge or a little pain,” he answered honestly.
Her finger traced a path down his femoral artery as she followed it with her tongue. So many wild things popped into his head, and it was that second of daydreaming that gave her the opportunity to strike. Fangs pierced flesh, blood flowed, and Jolie drank from him deeply.
“Jolie,” he shouted, as his erection bounced wildly next to her face. Her hand stroked him seductively as she continued, sucking hard to arouse him further.
With one last stroke and perfectly timed suck, she released him. “Wait for me on the bed, Flynn,” she whispered. When Jolie stood, she made sure to press herself against him as she licked his ear. When he moaned, she was pleased.
Flynn would obey, but first…
He needed to taste her.
His lips sought hers, and they shared the flavor of his blood. It was a really bad idea because it only made him wilder.
Jolie broke their kiss. “Your mistress gave you an order, Flynn.”
He headed toward the bed, his body hard and ready to be buried in the woman he loved.
Jolie focused on her other mate. “Come to me, Jacques,” she whispered, crooking her finger suggestively. When he stopped in front of her body, Jolie slid her hands up the front of his shirt. As her nails scrapped across silk and flesh, he shook.
“Mon amour,” he practically purred.
Jolie didn't wait. She grabbed the shirt and ripped it roughly from his body. Both men gasped at the sound of silk rendering into pieces. She trailed her fingers across his body the same way she had with Flynn, only she used her nails, knowing that he enjoyed the feeling of claws scoring flesh. The beading of blood across his body filled the air in the room with the delicious scent of mate, blood, and impending sex.
Jacques threw his head back and growled in lust. She was turning him on, and there would be no going back. Still, he could taste them both, and that was proving to be overpowering.
Jolie stopped behind him, rubbing her body roughly against his back. He fought to stay in control.
When Jolie reached around to undo his pants, she felt him throbbing beneath the restrictive leather. Jacques was on the edge, and it pleased her. After all, his excitement called to her.
“You’re wicked, my love,” he whispered, knowing she was going to push him to the breaking point.
And he loved it.
Jolie rubbed her way across the front of Jacques’s body before unlacing his pants. When their eyes met, Jolie took it one step further. She sent them both pictures of the three of them rolling across the sheets--sweaty and hot. Their limbs were tangled and the room smelled like blood and sex.
Both men answered with moans, and it enflamed her even more. She wanted them in the worst way, but she couldn’t have them until Jacques’s pants were gone.
It was time to get him naked.
Roughly, she ripped them down his legs, scoring his flesh with her nails. His entire body convulsed, and Jolie could hear both men breathing heavily.
Perfect.
“Jolie,” he begged, struggling to keep his head above the rush of lust. It was threatening to take him under.
“You wanted me, Jacques, now take all I have to offer,” she whispered back
, kissing her way to the back of his knee. As soon as she found the perfect spot, Jolie sunk her fangs into the delicate flesh.
Jacques attempted to catch himself before he collapsed. Somehow, he managed to remain upright, but just barely.
Jolie ran her hands up his body, rubbing her cheek against the thickness of him as she stroked him one last time. “Wait for me on the bed with Flynn, my love,” she demanded.
It didn't take him long to comply. The lust was controlling him now. As he took his place on the bed, lounging beside their human, Jolie had to fight to stay calm.
There was a buffet of sexiness waiting for her, and she couldn’t wait. Jolie began stripping, making sure to give both men one hell of a show. Slowly, she rolled the monogrammed stocking down her long white leg, enjoying the torment clearly visible in their eyes.
“Jesus,” muttered Flynn, as he licked his lips. He was starving.
Jolie ignored them. Next, her fingers went to the clasp of the sexy bra. When she had it undone, it fell to the floor, setting her free. When she stepped out of the thong, she swore they were going to pounce.
Both men growled low in their chests, and the room hummed with energy.
“May I join you on the bed?” she asked, purring like a very naughty kitten.
“Yes,” hissed Jacques, dying to get his hands on her.
Flynn struggled to string together a sentence. “I don’t know how gentle I’ll be able to be, Jolie. I’m past my control.”
She simply smiled as she crawled across the bed to them. When they each offered her a hand, Jolie took it. Before she knew what had happened, she was being tugged toward them.
She found herself flat on her back, both arms pinned roughly to her sides.
Jolie was trapped.
It was a beautiful thing.
Flynn wasted no time as he began licking his way toward her breasts. While he headed up, Jacques headed down. They were going to devour her top to bottom.
When Jacques began lapping at her wetness, Jolie moaned and arched into his very eager mouth. Her heart began pounding in her chest as the men in her life began breaking her down with tongue and teeth.
Flynn loved the way she tasted. As his tongue swirled around her nipple, he fought the need to bite down. All he could think about was the way she’d taste as her blood rushed across his tongue.
Jolie had to touch him. When her leg slid across his flesh, rubbing erotically against his throbbing erection, it further enflamed him.
His control snapped.
Flynn bit down roughly, causing Jolie to hiss in pleasure.
“More,” she whispered, urging him on.
He growled at the invitation as he began sucking roughly at the puncture wound he’d made around her caged nipple. When he was finished teasing that one, he moved toward the other breast and continued his exploration.
Jacques forced her legs further apart as he continued devouring his mate. He found her moist, spicy, and he couldn’t help but lick harder as he teased her more and more.
This was what he craved.
As he continued to torture her with his tongue, Jolie moaned. It drove both men wild, making them feast more on her willing body.
When Jacques focused on that one sensitive spot, Jolie began begging. He licked Jolie into a wild frenzy until he felt the way her body tensed. She was so close to the edge, and he wanted to hear her scream his name. As she prepared to fall, Jacques slid two of his fingers deep inside her to set her orgasm free.
Jolie indeed gave him what he wanted.
She screamed his name as she tumbled.
When the explosion of colors stopped, the pressure was once again building deep within her body. Flynn was tormenting her breasts to the point she was ready to beg for another release.
“More!” he hissed, his mouth still feasting on her body.
Nothing was better than two beautiful men worshipping and teasing her body beyond its control. Yet, something was missing.
Oh yeah. Jolie wanted to watch them experience what she was feeling.
As if a switch was flipped, Jolie was free. Their fun was over, and she was back in control. Pulling away from the men, Jolie pointed at the headboard.
Flynn knew she was ready to give him what he needed.
“Are you ready, Flynn?”
He was more than ready. Inside, he was craving this woman before him. If she didn't touch him, Flynn believed he’d die.
As Jolie crawled toward him, Jacques remained in the center of the bed. Until she called for him, he would try to stay in control. He watched as his predator’s gaze never left his two mates.
Jolie reached Flynn and straddled his body. She was now ready to take what she craved. Lowering her head, Jolie licked her way across his chest, from nipple to his nipple.
He moaned.
When he was distracted, Jolie moved fast, burying her fangs in his flesh.
The pleasure and pain ripped through him, causing his body to buck. Jolie continued to sip from him, and when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, she slowly pulled away.
He was breathing like he’d just run a marathon.
“You’re delicious, Flynn,” she said, running her hands across his tan flesh.
Brogan couldn’t speak.
Motioning to their other mate, Jolie waited until he moved to their side. Wanting to share what she was experiencing, Jolie pulled his mouth to hers.
When their lips met, the taste of human mate filled his senses. It was hard to fight the desire as she lured him in with their mingled essence.
A growl broke past his lips, a sign he was desperate.
Flynn wasn’t immune to what was happening above him. There was the soft glide of her hands across his flesh as her full breasts swayed invitingly before his mouth.
He had to taste her.
The need was overwhelming him.
Just as he was about to capture one nipple in his mouth, he could feel Jolie sliding down his body. In his head, he was shouting a chorus of hallelujahs.
He wanted her mouth on him in the worst way.
Jolie leaned down, slipping him between her lips. As the torment began, Flynn’s hands went into her hair as he guided her deeper and deeper.
A plethora of colorful words slipped from his mouth as Jolie tore the remaining bits of control to pieces.
“Jacques, hurry,” he muttered, his body bowing as she worked him in and out of her mouth.
Taking his place behind her, Jacques positioned himself. He couldn’t wait to make that hot wet slide into the most amazing heat in the world.
He craved it.
Longed for it.
Jolie was so focused on Flynn’s erection and offering him pleasure, that she never felt that her other mate was about to strike.
Slamming into her with full force, Jolie nearly exploded apart from the pleasure.
Flynn steadied her as she gasped at the invasion. “Keep going, baby,” he urged, watching her going back to devouring his body.
Jolie loved being doubly invaded by the men she loved. There was nothing more amazing that feeling the heat pouring off them in waves.
Both men had the perfect view.
Jacques had the vantage of Jolie feasting on their human, and of his body slipping in and out of hers.
Flynn was getting lost in the sensation of her working his erection in and out of her mouth. Whenever he’d look up, he could watch Jacques pummeling her body from behind. It was driving his dick deeper into her mouth.
This was heaven and hell.
“Oh God, Jolie,” moaned Flynn, as he felt himself throbbing in her mouth. “I can’t…”
Jacques shuddered, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer either. Reaching around her body, he strummed the most sensitive part of her. When she tensed, he knew the ride was coming to a wild conclusion.
Jolie reached into both their minds. Her pleas were filled with breathy little moans.
Then they all felt it.
There was that
slight pain before the signal of the oncoming immense pleasure. When Jacques slammed into her body, Flynn roughly pulled her hair, just as Jolie’s fang nicked his erection. It set them all off as their minds stayed locked together.
Together they fell, as all three were pulled into the bright cataclysmic explosion of their shared orgasm.
Everything stopped as they tumbled onto the bed.
Slowly, sound and feeling returned.
Jolie caught her breath as she found her legs tangled with her mates’ limbs. At that moment, Jolie was pretty sure that she never wanted to move again. Flynn’s large hands were still buried in her hair, and he was breathing fast as he held her to his body. Both men stroked their hands up and down her flesh as they stayed twined together as another boundary was broken.
When she was finally able to speak again, she glanced up at Flynn. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, there was a smug, masculine grin. She nearly laughed, since it was the same look that Jacques was known to get on his face after a particularly enthusiastic bout of sweaty sex.
“You won’t hear me complain,” Flynn stated.
Jolie was glad. She was really enjoying the sensation of being safely wrapped in their arms.
“I’m good too. Thanks for asking,” Jacques muttered from the top of the body pile.
Jolie laughed more.
“Yeah, you’re at the top,” Flynn stated.
Jacques took that as his signal to get off the detective. While the man might not mind the contact while in the throes of passion, Jacques doubted that translated to normal shared moments.
As he went to move, Flynn’s hand went to his shoulder. “You’re okay. I was only teasing you. You dead vamps aren’t that heavy.”
Jolie stopped moving. “Flynn, if we go to death on top of you like this, are you sure you’ll be okay?” she asked.
There was a pause before he answered.
“It won’t bother me at all,” he replied honestly. “I’ll have less need for a blanket,” he murmured to his mates, as he cuddled down further, holding Jolie to his body.
Jolie was giddy. This was what true mates felt like.
Flynn could feel Jacques’s hesitation, so he opened his eyes, allowing Jacques to see that he was telling the truth. “No worries, my friend.”
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