Taboo Kisses

by Gracen Miller

  What of her artifices were real? Or could she construct her appearance dependent upon what drew her victims? Not something he’d ever heard a siren capable of doing, but in the paranormal world anything was possible.

  Gabriel tangled his fingers in Maximus’s wavy brown hair and motioned for Sameya to join them. She bit her bottom lip, gawking as Maximus moved across Gabriel’s torso, ripping moans from him. After a few hesitant steps, she hit the mattress with her thighs, and drew no closer.

  Lower across his abdomen, Maximus placed a combination of licks, nips, and kisses. Gabriel pushed his head downward and hissed through his teeth when Maximus tongued the head of his cock. Sameya sat on the edge of the bed and gaped, lips slightly parted, her eyes wide and expressive. Gabriel arched his back, digging his head into the pillow when his vampyr lover swallowed his dick to the back of his throat. Fuck! The piercing in Maximus’s tongue slithered along the underside of his cock. Worked up from giving Sameya her first climax, coupled with his lover’s expertise at giving head, Gabriel struggled not to ejaculate.

  “What—” Sameya cleared her throat, and a blush hit her cheeks when both men peered at her. “What does he…taste like?”

  “See for yourself.” Maximus shifted to crouch beside Gabriel’s hip. He could feel the tension in the vampyr as they waited for her to make a decision.

  Sameya blinked as Maximus pumped his palm along Gabriel’s shaft, and then placed a lick to the slit.

  “We’ll taste him together.” Maximus held out a hand to her. “I’ll teach you how to please him the way he did you.”

  Gabriel groaned, and Sameya snapped a cautious glance at him. Indecision shined from her eyes.

  “Join me, reaper.” Maximus tugged on a strand of her hair.

  Sameya grabbed his wrist, but instead of knocking his arm aside, she allowed him to lace his fingers with hers and guide her onto the bed. Rising to his knees, the vampyr waited until she reached Gabriel’s other hip to tug her forward enough to meet for a kiss over Gabriel’s body.

  Both naked and lip locked, they were a sight to watch. No resistance from Sameya this time, she fell into the kiss with zest. Her free hand lifted to fist a handful of Maximus’s hair. Gabriel’s cock twitched, wanting inside her, but she’d obtained her first climax with him. Maximus would be the first to fuck her to orgasm.

  Sameya groaned when Maximus departed her mouth and trailed wet kisses down her neck. Relieved she had decided to participate, Gabriel cupped her ass and squeezed.

  “Kiss the head of Gabriel’s dick with me.” Maximus lifted his head from the hollow of her throat. “I’ll show you how. Just follow my lead.”

  Sameya tossed Gabriel a speculative glance, as if she expected him to protest. Maximus palmed the back of her head and tugged her down until she was less than an inch from Gabriel’s cock. Her breath fanned against his flesh and inflamed him further. Anticipating the feeling of her virgin mouth on his dick, he held his breath.

  On one side of his crown, Maximus mouthed his cock, running his tongue all over the head. “Do this with me on your side.”

  Gabriel realized he possessed a handful of her hair. He stopped her participation with a slight tug on the ends of the strands. “I won’t last long once your mouth touches my dick.” Processing, she blinked and exhaled slowly. “If you don’t want a mouthful of cum, you’ll stop when I tell you. Understand?”

  She nodded, adjusted her body to a more advantageous angle. She placed her mouth against the opposite side of his erection from Maximus and mimed the vampyr’s actions. Hesitant flicks of her tongue at first, that grew bolder as they continued. Even without the piercing to tantalize, her strokes were divine.

  Their oral play matured to a more focused bent several minutes later. The head of his cock disappeared between their mouths, their tongues slithering over him and against one another. Down his length they moved, his crown purpled, veined and throbbing. The soft touch of Sameya’s hand cupped his balls as their mouths and tongues moved in unison back up to the tip.

  Gabriel clenched his teeth. His toes curled and he breathed through the impending climax.

  Maximus lazily tongued back downward before withdrawing from his wet length. “Won’t you suck him into your mouth, Sameya?”

  He held his breath. Fuck how he wanted to see her lips encircle his engorged shaft. Would his fat cock fit in her mouth?

  Only a few seconds of delay after Maximus issued the request, she slipped Gabriel’s crown into her wet cavity. Flicks of her tongue had him skirting the threshold of release. Wrapping the sheets around one hand, he twisted her hair in his other one. A broken sigh escaped his lips. She jerked as if surprised by his response.

  Maximus palmed the back of her head and added slight pressure. “Don’t stop. He likes it.”

  Gabriel disagreed, rather than like, he…. “Love…it.”

  He couldn’t take his scrutiny off her. Goddamn, the way she moved along his shaft. Not skilled, but not afraid to apply herself either.

  “Deeper.” Maximus encouraged, pushing her head down, and Gabriel’s dick bumped the back of her throat. He groaned as his long-time lover peered at him, a satisfied smile tweaking his lips.

  “Release her, Maximus.” Gabriel tugged on her hair and met her curious gaze. “Stop. I’m going to blow.”

  Her violet eyes lightened, and a moment later he was stuffed down her throat again. Maximus chuckled and guided the speed of her blowjob with his hand on the back of her head. Up and down her head bobbed, the head of Gabriel’s cock pulsated and couldn’t hold back any longer. No more than a dozen dips and he came with a moan, gripping her hair like it was his lifeline to earth. The first jet she swallowed, but she was flicking her tongue around the head of his cock with the second spurt of semen, some going in her mouth and some sticking to her chin.

  “Fuck,” he groaned when she kept licking him.

  Maximus grinned. “Eager to please, isn’t she?” He roughly yanked her up to her knees and licked Gabriel’s release off her chin before slamming his mouth over hers.

  Gabriel sat up and the moment Maximus came up for air, he claimed her for a kiss, his silent way of thanking her for her willingness to please him. He snarled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. From the corner of his eye, he spied Maximus fondling her nipples. She had fantastic breasts. Heavier than necessary for the size of her body and large areoles that appealed to him.

  Eyes half-mast, she watched them, breathing shallow. Gabriel lowered his head and licked a nipple that Maximus held for him. The vampyr’s other hand slid downward across her belly, and he felt her breath hitch only because his mouth was on her breast.

  “Spread your legs.” Maximus’s voice had deepened. Gabriel knew that gruff sound. The vampyr neared his limit of control. “Don’t be afraid, naleah, I intend you no harm.” Gabriel lifted his head to catch Maximus and Sameya locked in an eye-battle while Maximus slid the back of his knuckles across her cheek. “My gift is pleasure. Grant us one month.”

  Gabriel palmed her lower back, catching a glance of Maximus’s finger moving back and forth against her pubic bone. “That’s nothing in the scope of our lifetime, baby. Open your legs for Maximus if you will commit thirty days of debauchery”—and trust building, but those weren’t words he’d utter for fear of scaring her off—“with us.”

  A long minute of silence passed as she contemplated their request, her gaze flicking back and forth between them. Palms lying flat on the tops of her thighs, she parted them. “I’m sure to regret this.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Maximus wouldn’t permit her regret. This decision made her theirs, and he’d fight the gods to keep her, while he claimed her as theirs.

  Gabriel sucked on her breasts as Maximus slid two fingers into her pussy, going knuckle deep. “Velvety soft and wet.”

  So unlike his and Gabriel’s hardness. He wanted to be gentle with her, but the dominant vampyr demanded a hard, rough fucking.

  Her eyelids f
ell closed, and her head tilted back as her groan teased the air.

  “We’re going to make you come, over and over again.” Gabriel devoured her mouth after that promise.

  Yes, Maximus agreed. Over and over and over and, well…again—beginning now. At the back of her throat, she whimpered as Gabriel pushed a finger into her pussy from between her buttocks. Three fingers thrust inside her, preparing her for Maximus’s girth.

  Moving in behind her, Gabriel tossed pillows into a heaping mound against the headboard. The tiger kissed her shoulder and peered at Maximus, their fingers moving in tandem. “Fuck her while I hold her, Maximus.”

  Understanding Gabriel wanted to be as much a part of claiming her as possible, Maximus reached over her shoulder and cupped the back of Gabriel’s head. “Yes.”

  Gabriel reacted, capturing her by the throat with his hand. A tiny squeal emerged from her, and her eyes snapped wide open. Maximus fucked her hard with his fingers, refocusing her sudden distress to carnality as Gabriel removed his finger from her body. The tiger’s long incisors descended and he grazed them along the slim column of her throat. A flash of the white Bengal imprinted over Gabriel’s face before vanishing altogether. That quickly, he had himself under control.

  “Now.” When Gabriel spoke, it sounded off, but with his tiger teeth still evident, Maximus knew how hard they were to talk around thanks to his own set of fangs.

  The tiger wrapped his other arm around her waist, and Maximus removed his fingers, intentionally gliding them over her clit. She twitched and bit her bottom lip until it turned white.

  “Don’t.” Maximus tugged on her chin, freeing her lip. “Don’t hide your enjoyment from us.”

  Gabriel pulled her spine flush against his chest and dropped back against the pillows. Using his knees, he wedged them between her legs. He bent his knees, causing her legs to drape over either side of his thighs. Anchoring his feet on the bed, he kept his knees vertical as he spread his legs wide, opening her for Maximus’s observation. The hand on her throat slid just below her chin and anchored the back of her head to Gabriel’s shoulder.

  Violet eyes locked on Maximus as he palmed his cock with slow strokes. His thumb swiped the moisture off the tip, and then slowly circled the ball on the topside of his head. “Do you want me inside you, Sameya?”

  A slight movement to her head, but with the way Gabriel held her, she was unable to manage more. Gabriel’s gruff command emerged a second later. “Say it.”

  “Yes.” The word was spoken so lightly, Maximus almost missed it completely.

  He wanted inside her so bad his fangs ached. Over her shoulder Gabriel’s golden eyes watched him. Maximus dropped to his hands between their legs. He sent a fast swipe of his tongue through her open folds, the tip connecting with her clit. A feminine groan emerged, and a male groan followed when he licked Gabriel’s balls below her.

  Maximus rose to his knees and wiggled closer, until the front of his thighs hit the back of Gabriel’s. His erection jutted up through her folds, and he rubbed the head across her clitoris. Sameya’s eyes slipped shut on a whimper as he gently pinched her clit with his fingers. “How pretty your pussy would look with your clitoral hood pierced.” Her eyelids flew upward. “A piercing for me to play with.” He nudged the bottom bead of his barbell over her nub and she arched her hips into the glide.

  “Stop talking and fuck me already, vampyr.” The husky tenor of her voice betrayed her state of arousal.

  How could he refuse a request like that?

  Holding the base of his cock, he inched his head inside her. Sameya squirmed and Gabriel splayed his fingers on her belly to hold her motionless. “Remain still.”

  “Fuck.” Maximus grit his teeth. She was so tight and soft, like a silk pussy encasing his crown. If her mouth had felt half this good, no wonder Gabriel had been unable to hold out longer. “Goddamn, you’re tight.”

  “You’re killing me, vampyr.”

  Their gazes locked. He palmed a breast, circling a nipple with his thumb.

  Maximus pushed a little further inward, the first of his ladder-back barbells disappearing inside her. “No worse than you’re killing me, siren.”

  Sameya lifted an arm backward to anchor in Gabriel’s hair, while scraping the fingernails of her other hand across Maximus’s scalp. She wound the digits in his chin-length hair and tugged him down for a kiss.

  Her tongue was in his mouth before their lips settled together good. Teeth scraped across his lips, they were hers, not his. She yanked his head back, the sting to his scalp contrary to her reservation earlier. “Damn you, vampyr, get inside me.”

  “Watch me enter you,” Maximus said. Gabriel released her throat, and she peered between her thighs. He pushed slowly, but steadily, his inches leisurely disappearing into her wet channel. Finally the last of his barbells were in and he thrust hard, burying the remaining length to the hilt. “Sing for me, siren.”

  Maximus pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in. Sameya sighed, her hips rocking with the movement of his drives into her. Gabriel slid his hand from her abdomen to between her thighs, his fingers on either side of Maximus’s cock slipping in and out of her soaked sheath.

  Her slick heat grinding down on his cock was as good as being inside Gabriel. Just different.

  “Goddamn, you feel so fucking good.” He quickened his strokes as Gabriel removed his hand from between their body to stroke and fondle her breasts.

  “I didn’t know”—eyes wide, her amazement shone from her face—“it could feel this amazing.”

  A harmonious tune emerged, a tone that could only have come from the Heavens. The call of the mating siren? He’d heard legends of it, but…Maximus peered at Gabriel. He seemed to suffer no ill effect.

  “I think she likes us.” Gabriel licked her neck; his golden eyes alight with male satisfaction.

  Maximus increased the depth of his thrusts, going balls deep inside her. “Sameya is ours.” The wet strokes of flesh-on-flesh were loud in the room. The tiny noises Sameya made at the back of her throat, coupled with her siren song and Maximus’s groans, were the only noises in the room.

  Sameya gave him no warning, but suddenly screamed, her pussy clenching on his length as she climaxed. Shuddering, she went limp, her hands falling from both of their heads. But her eyes—fuck him her eyes—remained locked on his throughout her bliss.

  Maximus plunged hard, jerking her against Gabriel and eliciting a tiny whimper from her. He went over the edge, moaning as he released inside her. Cock twitching he executed two unhurried thrusts before going motionless. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her gently.

  Gabriel palmed his nape and Maximus parted from Sameya’s lips to kiss the tiger over her shoulder. The sense of completeness in their life tightened his chest, and Maximus forced back overwhelming emotions. He’d known she’d feel perfect sandwiched between them, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the reality or the overpowering sentiment that burned his throat.

  “I know,” Gabriel said against his lips. “I feel it, too.”

  The tiger always seemed to understand him without him having to clarify anything. Another kiss, harder and chock full of feelings. Maximus was damn glad he had Gabriel with him on the adventure to tame their mate.

  Still anchored deep inside her, Maximus levered himself off Sameya just enough she could breathe and lock his gaze on hers. “I release you from your serenade curse.”

  “Thank you.” Sameya sounded breathy. “I’ll stay a month.” Her eyes said she made no promises after that.

  Maximus nodded, grateful she at least afforded them some time. It gave him hope. He slipped his finger beneath the jewel-encrusted collar, intending to remove it as promised if she vowed to stay.

  “Don’t take it off.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Maximus stilled at her command and peered at her hard. Distrust blazed from his eyes. Gabriel shifted enough that her torso was angled so he could get a gander of her face. Sameya thought s
he saw a pattern between the men. The tiger was more eager to trust her than the vampyr, but she had the feeling they’d both fight her tooth and nail to keep her with them.

  A riot of emotions didn’t just surge through her, but short-circuited everything she’d ever believed and stood for. Freedom from the enslavement of mating had been her single moment in history to evade. Two killer climaxes eradicated her need for liberty, and that terrified her. Finding not one, but two mates and both of them releasing her from the mating serenade…what were the chances of that? Zilch if the other mated sirens were anything to go by.

  Sameya owed them the month they’d asked for. It was the least she could do. And…holy goddess almighty, she wouldn’t refuse the orgasms they’d present to her. No point in denying herself when she had every intention to walk away in a month.

  “If things become too intense or…difficult”—she licked her lips, her breath stuttering out as Gabriel’s fingertips swirled around a nipple—“I’ll be tempted to leave regardless of promises.” Confused why she confessed the secrets of her race, she made no attempt to resist the compulsion of honesty. “Sirens covet this secret, and I shouldn’t be admitting it, but we aren’t bound by our oaths the way the rest of the mystic community are.” She could renege anytime she wanted. “It’s part of what makes us so good at our jobs.”

  Maximus ran his finger through the hollow of her throat. “You would grant me the privilege of holding that much power over you?”

  “For the month only.”

  The vampyr flexed his hips and withdrew from her. He dropped onto the bed beside them and rolled to his side to face them, head propped up with his palm. Gabriel repositioned them on their sides, facing Maximus. The tiger remained aligned against her back, his arm beneath her head, and his other arm around her waist, with his hand flattened on her belly. She recognized it as a claim of ownership.

  Shifters are so possessive.

  The bigger question…why wasn’t she shrugging out of it? Cuddling had never been an enjoyable commodity before, but damn everything to hell, she liked his possessiveness.