Taboo Kisses

by Gracen Miller

  In response, his lover peered up at him as he released his crown and licked down his length, tonguing his balls. The metal piercing ratcheted his arousal higher. Gabriel wanted it fast and rough, but by all appearances, Maximus prepared to take his time.

  “Either suck my dick or bend over, Maximus.”

  His lover laughed and squeezed Gabriel’s balls with one hand, while probing his anus with a finger of the other hand.

  The sensation was so intense, Gabriel could only concentrate on the bliss, and let his head tilt back, his eyes closing, eliminating everything except the ecstasy.

  Without any warning, Maximus sucked him into his mouth and to the back of his throat. Back and forth he moved, his tongue swishing along the underside, the piercing drawing forth more pleasure. He sank him deep within his wet heat, over and over again, down his throat as he teased the underside and the crown with wispy whooshes. Gabriel’s balls tightened and a tingling started at the base of his spine. He’d blow soon if he didn’t halt Maximus.

  Let him swallow me once more.

  Maximus took him further, burying his nose in Gabriel’s pelvis. His tongue flicked back and forth against the underside of his dick. He swallowed and Gabriel almost came. He jerked Maximus’s head back by his hair. His lips suctioned so tight on Gabriel’s cock, there was a popping sound when he was free of Maximus’s mouth.

  “Up,” he snarled, his tiger clawing against his skin. It wouldn’t do to shift with witnesses present. “Lean over the railing and be ready to take all of me.”

  Maximus bent and placed his forearms along the bannister. He waived at the crowd below and Gabriel could picture the flirty grin and wink he sent to the spectators. Maximus’s easy demeanor enamored everyone.

  Leaning over his lover’s back, Gabriel reached around and gripped his mate’s cock. Erect, the smooth length long and velvety hard. Precum beaded the head and he swiped his thumb across the slit as he pumped his hand.

  “Don’t come while I’m fucking you, Maximus.” Gabriel nuzzled his lover’s neck. “I want you dropping your load in my mouth.”

  The vampyr peeked at him over his shoulder. “Give them a show, naleah.”

  Gabriel kissed Maximus, and then moved down his back with a mixture of kisses and bites. Unable to control his tiger’s satisfaction, he purred loud as he palmed Maximus’s ass-cheeks and spread them. To groans from his mate, Gabriel tongued the man’s rosetta. Maximus pumped his hand along his cock, while rocking back against Gabriel’s mouth.

  He couldn’t wait any longer. Swiping the bottle of lubricant off the balcony’s table, he worked the emollient into his lover’s ass with his fingers. He coated his cock with the substance and positioned the head of his dick against Maximus’s entrance. Below them the crowd cheered and Maximus sent them a thumbs up.

  Gabriel thrust balls-deep into him. His tiger roared. Maximus moaned a “fuck”, held the railing with one hand and jerked his other against his cock.

  Holding Maximus’s hip with his right hand, he ran his left along his back and anchored his palm on his neck, flexing his hips to set the pace for slow deep drives. Fuck, it felt good to be inside his mate, to connect with him on this intimate level.

  Gabriel leaned over his back, quickening the thrusts of his hips until their flesh slapped. He tangled his fingers in Maximus’s almost dry hair and wrenched his head to the side. He licked the vampyr’s neck, his lover’s soft grunts and moans lost in the revelry below them. Tiger fangs burst from his gums.

  He pressed his mouth to the other man’s ear. “Feel good, Maximus?”

  “Fuck yes.” Maximus clenched his ass around Gabriel’s cock and his tiger thrust through long enough to execute a low-throated growl. The vampyr released his erection and moved his arm over his head to grip the back of Gabriel’s head. Pushing up with his hand on the bannister, he twisted his head to capture Gabriel’s mouth with a kiss. They were lost together in the kiss, with Gabriel moving inside Maximus, executing languid glides. Maximus broke free with a heavy moan. “Harder, naleah. Harder.”

  Gabriel pushed him down over the rail, his hand clamped on his neck. It was a submissive pose and Maximus was as submissive as the tiger inside Gabriel. But together they took turns playing the docile partner.

  With his other hand he reached around and grasped the vampyr’s cock, timing the pumping of his palm with the thrust of his dick. On the drive in, he stroked to the tip of Maximus’s erection, and on the tug out, he dragged his palm to the base.

  Maximus panted as hard as Gabriel. The crowd egged them on as Gabriel fought against his tiger taking over. He bottomed out inside Maximus, collapsed across his back and bit the curve between shoulder and neck. Gabriel came with a roar that startled the crowd, and he struggled to restrain the tiger, as he felt the fur pop along his spine. Somehow he managed to contain the beast.

  With a flex of his hips, he withdrew from Maximus’s body, turned him and went to his knees. Precum leaked from the vampyr’s crown. Gabriel licked it away and coiled his tongue around the head. Maximus groaned, wrapped his fingers in Gabriel’s short strands and guided the speed of the blowjob. Moans hit the air as Maximus flexed his hips, driving his cock into Gabriel’s mouth. The shifter accepted the dick down his throat…and purred. Maximus flew apart, climaxing, a heavy moan ripped from him. Gabriel swallowed, continuing to purr as cum filled his mouth.

  “Fuck.” A tremor went through Maximus when Gabriel swirled his tongue around the slit of the vampyr’s waning erection.

  Maximus tugged Gabriel’s head back and yanked him to his feet. They embraced to a loud ovation.

  Chapter Four

  From across the street, Sameya watched Gabriel and the dark haired male make love in front of everyone. Even with her superior hearing, coupled with the noise of the Bourbon Street revelry, she couldn’t catch most of their conversation. She’d heard only one thing. They were searching for someone. A female.

  Following Gabriel from the pub to his hotel room was either clever or a blunder. She hadn’t decided which, but she leaned more toward a serious miscalculation even if she liked what she saw.

  Sameya had taken only a handful of lovers during her life, none of them making it beyond a one-night stand. What was the point when enjoying sex wasn’t an option except for with her mate? Damn unfair. Sirens were the only breeds incapable of climaxing without their significant other. All of her sexual encounters had been for political reasons.

  But what Gabriel shared with this other man…it was revealing. Love and respect guided the act, and damn the shifter had growled when he came. Had bitten into the shoulder of the dark haired male, too, right over the mating mark she assumed he’d left long ago.

  Envious of their relationship, she should’ve walked away. Before she became enamored and serenaded them into slavery. She hadn’t kept a pet in a long time. But she wanted Gabriel. If she turned them both into her pets, she could have them perform for her entertainment whenever she liked. The thought appealed to her.

  The smack of her palm against the brick building drew little attention. Frustrated with herself for dallying over a shifter, she told herself to leave, this moment. Not another minute should be wasted on Gabriel and his lover. Regardless that he was pet material, her preoccupation with him waylaid her mission. She needed to focus and fast. No matter how many times she thought that, her feet remained rooted to the sidewalk.

  Something about that goddamn shifter compelled her to remain. She’d held her breath when she suspected he positioned himself to enter the other male. That’d been when she caught the features of the dark-haired one. Wavy, chin-length hair. Scruff along his jaw, square chin, and carnal lips. Sensuous. Every bit as handsome as Gabriel. His eyes were a mixture between blue and silver that shifted unexpectedly to a vibrant green that glowed.

  What do the mortals think of that?

  He peered straight at her as he parlayed a thumbs up to the crowd and winked at Sameya. Vampyr. He knew she hid in the shadows. She allowed a sma
ll smile to tilt her lips, and he returned her grin.

  Can’t serenade a vampyr. I’ll have to be careful to charm him with magic.

  Gabriel had entered the vampyr in a hard thrust that wrenched a “fuck” from him. Those kissable lips had rounded on a moan of ecstasy, and her clit had throbbed as if Gabriel were in her.

  Holy fucking Empress!

  Orgasms weren’t her commodity, just theirs, but the delight on their faces…she envied what they had.

  Instead of hightailing it like she should, Sameya leaned against the wall and watched them. She suspected Gabriel had a hard time controlling the were-shifter inside him. And more than once she thought she saw the imprint of a beast glimmering over his humanity, but it was so minor she couldn’t gauge his breed.

  What will he look like in his animal state? She had no idea what type of animal he even was. His vibe was of the ‘don’t fuck with me’ variety, which led her to believe he was either a large-breed cat or a wolf.

  Gabriel came with a growl and buried his very obvious shifter fangs into the other man’s neck. Not that the vampyr seemed to mind, but rather his sigh and the way his eyes rolled until only the white’s of his eyes were visible suggested he enjoyed the bite. A lot. Probably even the man coming inside him.

  A few moments later, Gabriel turned his lover and went to his knees. A hot flush swept Sameya’s body as he sucked the other man’s penis into his mouth.

  Heat engulfed her and her channel clenched. Her knees shook, and she swiped her hand through her hair.

  What is wrong with me?

  Sex never affected her like this. Not when she had participated in the boring act or even when she watched. But these two men had her squirming. She stepped a little deeper into the shadows as the vampyr turned his head to gaze in her direction. That species had the vision of an eagle. And she sensed his awareness of her. He verified that theory when he licked his lips, blew her a kiss, and clamped his hand on the back of Gabriel’s head, guiding the blowjob.

  Sameya tried to swallow past the thick knot forming in her throat. Nothing alleviated the obstruction. Breathing grew impossible, and her lungs burned from lack of oxygen. Empress E’Neskha counted on her, while she wasted time watching two men get one another off in a very public display. Time for games was over.

  She stepped a little further down the side street into the dark shadows. The vampyr shook his head and mouthed, “Stay. Watch.”

  Her retreat died as a gasp exited her lungs.

  His mouth parted, she could just make out the dark-haired male’s raspy inhalations. Flexing his hips, he drove his erection into Gabriel’s mouth. A loud groan and he clenched the railing with his free hand. Angled so he could maintain eye contact with her, his head tilted backward and deep-throated moans buzzed the air.

  The sound hummed across her skin and centered between her thighs.

  Is that moisture leaking from my body?

  Indifferent to Bourbon Street patrons, Sameya shoved away from the wall and thrust a hand inside her pants, between her thighs.

  Wet.

  She bit her lip and stared at the couple on the balcony. The vampyr smiled as Gabriel’s purr rent the air. The dark haired male came, hard, his entire body vibrating. Through it all his eyes remained locked on Sameya…as if he invited her into their web of intimacy. Her knees quaked at the ramifications of her response. It was likely one of them was her mate.

  The vampyr jerked Gabriel’s head back and yanked him to his feet. They embraced to a loud applause from the street gawkers.

  Sameya collapsed against the building once more, unable to drag in a breath or tear her focus off the men. Rattled by her reaction to their coupling, she wasn’t sure how to proceed.

  After removing her hand from her pants, she spread the moisture along her lips. What a novelty. She ached where her fingers had been. Wet from watching them…holy shit! She’d given up hope of finding her mate. With the likelihood that she’d found him, she wasn’t certain it was a blessing. She’d been alone for so long, she had accepted her fate as an old maid. She was sure to fuck up a relationship. Divorces weren’t an option in the mystic world. Once mated it was for life.

  Besides, it was unheard of for a siren to partner with a vampyr or a shifter. Just as taboo as a vampyr or shifter mating outside their own breed. What an odd combination nature had put together.

  “Holy hell.” She sucked her fingers into her mouth, noting the sugary taste of her arousal.

  What would the males taste like?

  She flinched. So not thinking about that. Curiosity in this instance would lead to a whole boatload of trouble. And she had a job to do.

  The men broke the kiss and the vampyr traced a finger along Gabriel’s jaw. Words were spoken, but she couldn’t make them out. They both ignored the hoots and hollers of the audience beneath them.

  Sameya couldn’t yank herself away from the carnal display. She might be a loner, but she couldn’t deny she coveted their closeness. What they shared was special, and only mated pairs ever looked at one another like that.

  The vampyr turned his head, his eyes silver-blue once again. Like a homing beacon, he tagged her exact spot with his sight. He crooked his finger at her to come to them. She shook her head.

  Gabriel left the vampyr’s embrace to white-knuckle the railing. “Where?”

  “There. In the shadows. Come to us, siren.” Once more, he curved his finger at her. The mortals began to notice, a few swiveling to see who the men wanted to join them.

  As Sameya pushed away from the side of the building, she went invisible and strode down the street, careful not to bump into any tourists and draw unwarranted attention. Legs rubbery, her stride wasn’t nearly as confident as she’d like for it to be. She made a right, then a left on the next street until she came up on the backside of Jackson Square, making a beeline for the wharf. Water had a way of calming her.

  “Vacate the premises.” The hobos jerked at her command and gazed about. Sameya went solid. One of them spewed misinformed propaganda about voodoo priestesses, and the other prayed to the Christian deity. “Be gone!” They tripped over one another to evacuate the bench she wanted. Not that there weren’t other seats to pick from, but she coveted this particular one. It was at the end of the wharf with the least amount of visitors.

  Sameya collapsed on the wood, ignoring the discomfort. The lap of water failed to soothe her frayed nerves. This complication in her life wasn’t welcome. Not now. She was happy with the status quo of her life. And she’d made a promise to the Atlantian Empress. Her Empress had handpicked her as security at the dawn of the other woman’s reign. Good at her job, more powerful than other known sirens, diversions had never been a problem for her. But then there was no purpose in being social when she might reap a friend tomorrow at a word from the Empress. Not that anyone wanted to be her friend. They were all too scared of her to initiate a rapport. Most of the sirens she knew had become pampered anomalies. Like a wild tiger among unsuspecting mortals, if motivated, they could turn on the mystics at any given moment with little provocation.

  She’d been okay with her friendless life until tonight when she watched the relationship on the balcony blossom with something special.

  So how could she execute the job she’d been tasked with efficiently if she were playing footsie with a possible mate? She twirled a lock of hair between her fingers. For her future, how could she not investigate?

  She exhaled slowly. More information was needed before she could make a decision. She didn’t even have an inkling which man could be her partner. Maybe he’d been in the crowd and she’d assumed he was the vampyr or shifter. Yes that had to be the case. She’d put that theory to the test right now.

  After she determined her potential spouse, she would get back to the job she came here for and decide later what to do about him.

  Chapter Five

  Maximus had been surprised when he spied Sameya across the street flirting with the shadows. He’d initiated the se
x with Gabriel for his lover’s needs. It’d been obvious he required a respite. Once he spotted, Sameya, he’d killed two birds with one stone. Showing her how good they were, while they both got their rocks off.

  In the black and white photo he retained from their meeting with Gryphon, he’d been unable to guess her eye color. A lavender-violet combination. What an odd color, but exquisite with her Goth red-streaked black hair. Lips sultry and stained crimson, he envisioned them parting over his and Gabriel’s cocks.

  Her arousal stunned him. Sirens weren’t known to experience lust unless they were mated and then only with their spouse.

  “You should’ve told me she was there, Maximus.” Gabriel slammed his fingers through his spiky dark blond hair, giving the locks a more natural flow.

  “What would you have done different?” He pulled on black leather pants. “If you’d gone after her, you’d have scared her off sooner. At least this way”—his head burst through the cotton black shirt—“she got an eyeful of how good we are together.” He fingered his black top hat and settled it on his head. “I smelled her arousal.”

  “I did, also, but I dismissed the evidence as someone in the crowd.”

  “Right now I bet you she’s thinking about us. Which one of us is a potential mate? Convincing her we’re both hers might be a tad difficult.” Sirens mated in pairs, not threes. Should be entertaining convincing her they would be a threesome, rather than a duo. At the moment, all Maximus wanted was to hear her climax for the first time. And get a good look at the wonder in her eyes at what she’d been missing. “My fangs are itching to taste her, Gabriel. I’ve got to feast on something before I lose control.”

  He’d rip a pedophile or murderer apart if his behavior wouldn’t draw the attention of the authorities. Killing them would have to suffice.