by Lily Harlem
I remembered back to the time in the villa, in the sunshine, when they’d both entered me. It had been off-the-scale sexy. As if we were all fucking each other, no boundaries, no barriers, as close as three people could ever get.
Aimery pulled his fingers from me and rose out of the water until his body was pressed over mine; breasts to chest, cock to my groin.
He kissed me, his lips confident and cool.
I grasped his biceps as he slowly entered me. He was perfectly poised, perfectly balanced as his thick cock drove through my tight pussy. Having them both inside me rode a line between bliss and discomfort. It was sweet and sinful, and the density was both dazzling and overwhelming.
I groaned, wanting more but also for him to go slow so each exquisite sensation could be gloried in.
Aimery was rigid above me and Ryle was perfectly still behind me as my impaling continued. I could barely tell their cocks apart, they were so hard and wide.
As Aimery reached maximum penetration I jerked within their hold. The pressure roiled inside of me, the filling so acutely blissful that I hardly knew what to do with myself.
“Baby, are you okay?” Ryle asked.
“Yes, oh, yes…” I managed against Aimery’s lips.
Aimery didn’t reply. Instead he began to move, long, driving glides of his cock back and forth within my pussy. The water splashed around us, waves lolling up and over our bodies and the side of the bath. It was a slow dance of ecstasy, all three of us in synchrony as Aimery filled me and created a tension in my pussy that was reflected in my arse.
I was soaring, flying high on a delicious upward spiral to ecstasy.
Ryle’s cock was so solid, unmoving it was pure and absolute penetration. He was busy with his hands though, smoothing them over my body, cupping my breasts, touching my clit when Aimery pulled almost out.
I groaned, the sound echoing around the room and within my head. Every part of me that could experience pleasure was.
“Come,” Aimery breathed onto my lips. “Come, I’m so close…waited so long.”
“Ah, fuck, mine’s here…” Ryle gasped.
“Bite me.” I said, throwing back my head so it lolled against Ryle’s shoulder. “Please, bite me, now.” I needed it, to topple me into the place where bright lights and heavenly spasms ruled my world.
“No, no, you’re too weak,” Aimery said.
“I’m not,” I shouted. “Ryle, do it.”
His cold lips brushed the skin covering my jugular vein.
“Ryle,” Aimery said sharply.
“Just a sip,” Ryle said.
I felt the sharp needlepoints of his fangs pierce my skin then the familiar heat that came with his saliva injecting into my veins. It blistered over my body making me feel alive, aroused to a point that I couldn’t think straight and intensified the already powerful sensations I was experiencing.
My pussy gathered the bliss. I bucked upward as Ryle came inside me, cool cum flooding my arse.
“Aimery,” I gasped, fisting his hair. “Bite me, please. I need you too.”
He grimaced and shut his eyes, forged in as deep as he could go, his balls mashing up against my pussy and Ryle.
“Please,” I wailed as my need to orgasm went beyond my control.
He opened his eyes, wide, then slid down his fangs.
“Now,” I said.
He ducked his head and latched on to my shoulder, breaking the skin and gulping instantly.
My climax claimed me. My pussy spasmed, my arse pulsed around Ryle’s shaft and my chest and stomach pressed into Aimery. I shifted back on Ryle, taking him deeper, taking them both farther into my core as the fire of their passion infused my system creating an orgasm that crested and eased then crested higher. I was pulled every which way, each moment bigger, brighter than the last.
Still they kept drinking from me. I cried out, clawed at Aimery’s arms. I was so full, full of them and their cum.
Aimery was orgasming too, his shaft throbbing within me.
He lifted up, his mouth red-stained and his fangs still visible.
I watched in awe as he succumbed to the bliss of releasing inside me. I’d never get enough of Aimery. I loved his still heart and his wretched soul.
“Fuck, yeah,” Ryle said, his voice loud in my ear. “So damn good, baby.”
“Yes, yes…” I panted, feeling the ebb and flow of my orgasm begin to recede. “So good.”
Aimery slipped his fangs away and kissed me. The slightly metallic taste of blood on his tongue only added to the eroticism of the moment.
My heart was beating wildly, my breaths hard to control. I was hot and frantic and pinned between the two men I loved with everything that I was. I believed that I’d been made for them. Us being together was my destiny.
Ryle rained gentle kisses on my neck, shoulder and then over my cheek. I knew it had been as intense and emotional for my men as it had been for me. It was the way they were holding me, reluctant for the moment to end.
Eventually though, Aimery pulled back and slipped his cock from me. A gush of cool weeping from my pussy told me just how much he’d released as he’d come.
He stood, stepped out of the bath and grabbed a towel.
I’d just had him inside me, but still, the sight of his beauty was impossible to ignore. I knew that I’d never get enough of Aimery.
Quickly he dried and then reached for a fresh towel, white, and held it open.
“Come on,” he said. “Bed time.”
I nodded but exhaustion was seeping through me and made even that an effort.
Ryle clasped his hands around my waist then lifted me upward. His cock was still hard as he withdrew from my back hole. The feeling of it sliding out was delightful and I couldn’t help my eyes rolling and my spine softening.
“Ah, yeah, so good to be inside you after all this time,” Ryle said against my wet shoulder.
“Mmm…” As his cock popped free another slip of cold ejaculate escaped my body into the water.
“We shouldn’t have fed from you,” Aimery said, scooping me out of the bath in one swift movement. “You’re already weak.”
“I’m fine,” I said, nestling into the towel. “Really, I’m…” I yawned. “Fine.”
Ryle laughed and the wonderful sound pulled my heartstrings. How I’d missed hearing him do that. His laugh was always rapid and infectious and rolled from him easily.
I smiled at him as Aimery hurriedly dried me off and then hoisted me effortlessly into his arms.
Within seconds I was snuggled against a pile of pillows on the bed. Ryle had made fresh tea and Aimery had flicked on an under-blanket heater to give me the warmth their cool bodies couldn’t provide.
But after my tea, all I wanted to do was lie down and be held by my husbands.
They didn’t speak, neither did I. We just curled up, me in the middle, with our limbs entwined and our breaths calm and settled.
They wouldn’t sleep, I knew that, but as my body succumbed to tiredness their satisfaction and relaxed state were evident. Aimery stroked a lock of hair from my cheek. Ryle had lodged behind me with his semi-hard cock neatly slotted into the crack of my arse.
I stared out of the window at the night sky. The stars were brilliant and vivid, the moon just out of my sight, but I knew it was there as the buttery glow curved across the sky in a gentle gleam.
My gaze followed a group of stars, joining the dots with lines. It appeared to be a wolf with its head thrown back howling at the moon. A wispy collection of stars to the right even looked like breath leaving its mouth.
Caleb and Isaac had been my wolves. They’d watched over me when my vampires couldn’t. They’d held me and helped me. They’d always be special, always be close to my heart. It had been a wild winter with many horrors and black days, but thanks to the Carlton Pack I was here, here with my husbands and once again, looking forward to a blissful future with the men I loved.
I closed my eyes and the image of the wolf in
the stars remained burned onto my inner eyelids. As sleep claimed me, my last thought was about the wolves’ howl and how it resonated around the mountains. How it had touched a part of me that would always be hidden.
Hidden deep in my soul.
About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem is a multi-published, award winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She lives in the UK with her husband and a bunch of animals, all rescued, and loves to spend her days immersed in imagination.
Her books are a mixture of full length novels and short stories, some are one offs, some are sequels or part of a series (all can be enjoyed as stand-alone reads). What they each have in common are colourful characters travelling on everyone’s favourite journey — falling in love. If the story isn’t deliciously romantic and down and dirty sexy, it won’t be written, at least not by Lily. So with the bedroom door left well and truly open you are warned to hang on for a steamy, sensual ride - or rides as the case might be!
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Table of Contents
Blurb
Title Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
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