Taboo Kisses

by Gracen Miller

  Two frown lines slashed between the vampyr’s dark eyebrows. “Why do I get the feeling you’re planning on leaving us in a month regardless of how well we work out?”

  Sameya executed a one-sided shoulder shrug. “No promises.”

  She barely restrained the urge to rub the glower off his handsome face. What’d it hurt to admit to herself she was in huge trouble where these two were concerned? But she didn’t know enough about them to determine if she liked them or if they would be compatible long-term. Sex wasn’t enough to build a relationship on, regardless of how fucking amazing it was.

  Maximus sidled closer and ran his fingers through her hair. Forehead still furrowed, he watched as the locks tumbled through his digits. What thoughts ran through his mind?

  Behind her, Gabriel wedged his knee between hers and thrust his leg through the opening he’d created. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaled, and—the sudden purring startled her.

  Maximus smiled, eradicating the scowl and softening his features. “Gabriel rarely purrs in his human skin.”

  She liked the smile on the vampyr’s face, and the noise the tiger made had her wanting to curl up between them both. Sheesh, she’d love to keep these men happy. But could she? She’d been alone so long, was it even possible for her to put anyone other than her Empress and herself first.

  “Will you permit me to clean you here?” The front of Gabriel’s thigh wedged against her pussy and rocked enough it stirred an ache.

  The pleasurable throb between her thighs, left over from the orgasms, slowly faded. A soft touch of cloth would probably send her over the edge. Who knew climaxes would make one so sensitive. Add to that the intimacy of another washing her had heat flushing her cheeks. But he’d already had his mouth there, and he sounded as if he’d delight in servicing her. And while she rather liked the stickiness between her thighs, she hadn’t even thought about protecting herself from pregnancy. Good thing mystics seldom bred even in best-case scenarios.

  “If it will please you, yes.” Her voice sounded husky, like she’d risen from sleep.

  “Very much.” Gabriel rose, removing his arm from beneath her head and leaned over her. He cupped her chin in his palm and turned her head so he could kiss her. Gentle strokes of his tongue and nips to her bottom lip, teasing. “You taste so sweet,” he whispered against her mouth. “You’re like catnip my cat wants to roll around in and get drunk on.”

  “Smooth talker.” Sameya teased. She trailed a finger over his cheek, the scratchy stubble abrasive against the pad of her index. He’d been clean-shaven earlier in the bar. “You’re both a little overwhelming.”

  “Tell us to back off when you need your space, Sameya.” Maximus palmed a breast, his forefinger and thumb pinching a nipple.

  She’d try. She really would. But Sameya wasn’t known for her patience or levelheadedness. Gabriel grasped her hips, but when she would’ve looked at him, Maximus dug his hand in her hair. Capturing her attention, he rose up on his elbow and peered down at her, as Gabriel rolled her onto her back.

  Hands on her knees, Gabriel spread her legs. “She’s glistening with your combined juices.”

  “There are so many wicked things we want to do to you.” The vampyr held her focus, the anticipation in his silver-blue eyes evident.

  The tiger swiped is tongue across her pussy and unexpected bliss whiplashed through her body. Eyes going wide, Sameya gasped, jolted as Gabriel’s tongue flicked over her clit. The vampyr smiled, slow and wicked. “Didn’t you know a cat cleans with its tongue?”

  I do now!

  “Mmm….” The sound vibrated against her folds as Gabriel pushed her legs wider and adjusted his position to settle more comfortably between her thighs. “I knew your cum mixed with her juices would taste even better.”

  If at all possible, Maximus’s smile grew wider. “Melt into the pleasure, naleah.”

  Staring into his eyes, Sameya whimpered and felt the surge of arousal. Gabriel groaned as she flooded his mouth. Her physical reaction prompted him to spread her lips with one hand and shove two fingers deep into her pussy.

  Sameya moaned, her back arching off the bed, as Gabriel anchored his mouth at the core of her body, alternating between lapping at her flesh and sucking on her clitoris.

  Tiny hedonistic cries slipped from her lips.

  “Goddamn, Maximus, she tastes amazing.” Gabriel’s words buzzed against her skin.

  “Let me sample her.” Maximus was already twisting his body around on the bed as he spoke.

  With his chest aligned over her belly, his head moved between her thighs. His long hair tickled, causing goose bumps to erupt. Gabriel’s soft torment ceased, but his fingers remained in position as Maximus lowered his head to feast.

  Sameya quaked as Maximus’s tongue slid downward, from her clit to where Gabriel’s fingers were moving inside her.

  “She’s candy to my taste buds.” Maximus sucked on her clitoris.

  She buried her fingernails into the back of his thighs, squirming into his mouth, but her body trembled for them to advance the exploits further. “No more.”

  “I want her to come again,” Maximus lifted his head, she guessed to glance at Gabriel.

  “I can’t take more.” Combustion was a strong possibility if they didn’t cease immediately.

  They ignored her. Gabriel fucked her fast with his fingers. “Are you hard yet, Maximus.”

  The rapid movement of hair tickled her thighs in either a nod or shake of his head. She wasn’t sure which one.

  “Sixty-nine her. I’ll finger-fuck her while you get her off.”

  “You want me on top or bottom?” Maximus swirled his tongue around her clit.

  Sameya moaned and buried her nails further, until blood proceeded down his thigh.

  “Bottom. I want her ass up.”

  “What’s this sixty-nine and—” Sameya squealed as Maximus rolled to his back, taking her with him. They ended up with her straddling his face and his very pierced erection bobbing in front of hers. A drop of precum glistened on the fat head. She’d loved the taste of Gabriel on her tongue. Would Maximus’s flavor be as delightful?

  Fingers tangled in her hair and Gabriel pulled her head back by the strands. Lavender eyes met yellow. “Suck his dick while we make you come hard.”

  Anticipating having Maximus in her mouth, Sameya licked her lips.

  “You okay with this?”

  Gabriel’s question surprised her. She was more than okay. “Yes.”

  The tiger released her hair and ran his hand down her back, as Maximus curled his arms around her thighs and gripped her ass with his hands. He spread her cheeks as he laid the first lick to her pussy.

  Sameya moaned as she took Maximus’s cock into her mouth. He joined her with a groan of his own as she swirled her tongue around his head, using the tip to toy with the Apadravya piercing. Fingers penetrated her and pumped, slow and deep, the sound of moisture loud. Cupping his balls, she sucked Maximus as deep as she could go. On the first choke, she retreated with her eyes watering and focused on the head.

  The digits exited her pussy and a moment later a finger pressed against her anus. Sameya squealed around her mouthful of cock.

  “Relax.” Gabriel ran his hand up and down her spine as he pushed his finger deeper. “Push out as I push in.”

  Gripping the base of Maximus’s erection, she did as Gabriel instructed and he slipped all the way inside her forbidden territory. Maximus sucked hard on her nub and drew her focus off the foreign object in her bottom.

  But then Gabriel moved his finger, need spiked hot and fast, nearly crippling her in a mass of melted flesh. It wasn’t a climax, but she suspected one approached. Sameya sucked on the cock in her mouth like their lives depended on it. Maximus groaned and laid attention to her clit.

  “Push out again,” Gabriel said as he eased a second finger into her bottom.

  Everything sped up a little then. Digits pumping into her ass, as a tongue sucked and licked on
her clit. Each time Sameya thought she’d explode with a climax, Maximus would retreat and thrust his tongue into her pussy. The fingers inside her burned, but felt oh so damned good. The pleasure-pain of the penetration was phenomenal.

  “Are you ready to climax, Sameya?” Gabriel jabbed his fingers deep.

  “Yes.” She sucked Maximus’s dick to the back of her throat and moaned as she slid along his cock. “Please, gods, yes.”

  “She’s killing me with her mouth,” Maximus said between licks.

  “Her mouth is amazing. I want to try her pussy out.” Gabriel shifted behind her until she felt his cock butt up against her entrance. With his fingers deep in her bottom, he palmed a hip with his other hand and thrust his dick into her sheath, his balls slapping against her flesh before he stopped.

  Sameya screamed around Maximus’s erection, quivering as she acclimated to the sudden length filling her. He pulled out, rammed back in. Removing his fingers as he flexed his hips, until only the tips were inside her, he slammed back into her with both at the same time.

  Sameya screamed again. Gods the hedonism was too much. Too much to—Maximus came in her mouth with a groan. She plunged him to the back of her throat and swallowed until he offered her no more.

  Somehow Gabriel must’ve sensed Maximus had reached the peak of his release because he curled his hand around her throat and lifted her up on her knees, so her body was angled directly over Maximus’s mouth. In rhythm to Gabriel’s plunges, his fingers sank into her ass. Maximus worked over her pussy with his tongue as Gabriel pounded into her. She’d feel this claiming later—and that’s what it was, as if they wanted to imprint on her, of that she had no doubt.

  “Do you like my fingers in your ass while my cock is pounding your pussy?”

  Damn, but she did. All she could manage was a nod.

  “Say it,” the tiger growled.

  How close was his Bengal to the surface? Unable to see him she couldn’t get a gander. “Yes,” the word stuttered out.

  Gabriel purred at her admission.

  “Don’t, Gabriel. You’ll regret it.” Maximus’s lips moved against her clitoris.

  Gabriel’s fingers exited her ass and clamped on her hip. “She’s ours, can’t regret that.”

  What’d he mean by that? He pushed her back down over Maximus and hunched over her. He pistoned into her, a smooth glide of pummeling, so she didn’t much care about his meaning.

  “Make her come, Maximus, as I claim her.” The words were whispered against her ear, as his other hand brushed her hair off her shoulder.

  Claim her? He didn’t truly mean to claim-claim her did he?

  “Wait!” was all she managed to say before his teeth sank into the sensitive curve where her neck met her shoulder.

  Sameya jerked, tried to fight back, but Gabriel subdued her by pushing her against Maximus’s stomach and holding her there. The vampyr’s fingers spread her pussy lips and he feasted on her clit as Gabriel pounded into her, dominating her like the cat he was. The tiger’s tongue swished over the spot where his canines were buried into her skin.

  Fuck that hurts. But felt oddly euphoric, as well.

  With Maximus’s mouth clamped on her clit, she came, turning her face into his belly to stifle the sound of her carnal gratification. Gabriel roared like the tiger he was and released inside her, his hot semen filling her until the fluid spilled out of their connection. Maximus made quick work of cleaning it up with his tongue, while his thumb rotated against her clitoris. Biting the vampyr’s belly until she tasted blood, she hated them both in that moment, even though she was very much aware she ground herself on Gabriel’s cock until she came, once more. Only then did Maximus cease masturbating her with his mouth.

  The tiger’s fangs retracted, the weird pleasure-pain of it caused her to flinch. Sameya inhaled, biting her bottom lip to the point of pain when Gabriel licked the wound he’d caused.

  Fury slammed into her. He had no right to claim her. None whatsoever.

  Rearing back, she clocked him in the nose with the back of her head and elbowed him in the throat. Gabriel made choking sounds as she scrambled out from between him and Maximus. Sameya launched herself off the bed and swung about to glare at her highhanded mates. Maximus sat, running his fingers through his unruly hair, while Gabriel gasped for breath.

  She touched her shoulder where he’d bitten her and the tips of her fingers came away smeared in blood. Hands shaking, she would’ve leveled Gabriel with a blast of magical fury if not for the magic restricting her. “Tell me you did not mark me, Gabriel.”

  A wise man would lie through his teeth.

  Gabriel at least had the decency to appear shamefaced as he rolled into a sitting position and raked his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry, Sameya. I had no intention—”

  “You lying bastard!”

  Whatever expression was on her face, it must’ve had Maximus worried for Gabriel’s safety because he placed himself between them. “You’re forbidden to harm Gabriel.”

  What a fool she’d been to grant them a month and then to divulge the secret that kept Maximus from removing the jewel from around her neck. A foolish and irrational decision and all because of orgasms from her less than upstanding mates. Pleasure turned people rash. Herself included!

  “Remove it.” Sameya yanked on the collar, giving a mental screech at her helplessness.

  “No.”

  She ground her molars together. “I’ll kill you both.” Probably just the tiger, but threatening the vamp couldn’t actually hurt. And she didn’t want him to ever believe she wasn’t dangerous.

  Maximus came off the bed with his hands held in front of him in a placating gesture. “I know you’re angry, but you have to remember shifters lose control of themselves when in the presence of their unmated…mate.”

  The very reason she despised shifters. “Thanks for reminding me.”

  Shifters were an unpredictable lot and governed by their emotions. She’d reaped more of them than any other breed in the paranormal world because they’d grown so irrational there was no saving them. That said a lot about a breed.

  Gabriel will follow his dead ancestors as soon as I get this fucking choker off my neck. The only decision she had to make was if it’d be a slow or quick death. At the moment, she leaned toward the slower the better.

  Fantasizing about exacting vengeance failed to cool her temper. If she didn’t remove herself from the fucker’s proximity soon, she’d start breaking his fingers. And she’d relish his screams while filing down those fucking canines.

  Clothes. Focus on locating clothes, girl. Stomping out of the bedroom bare-assed naked wouldn’t construct the same impression that being attired would. At least not the impression she wanted to make.

  Maximus swiped her garments off the floor. “You’re not wearing something I can’t pull off without your assistance.”

  As if she’d let him touch her again. His arrogance was astounding.

  She settled her hands on her hips, drawing the vampyr’s gaze. Green flared around his irises before dying back to his normal silver-blue. “What would you have me wear, leech?”

  “Aside from me?”

  “That the best corny line you have?”

  Maximus grimaced. “I’m rusty at this flirting stuff. Borrow anything from our closet.”

  Wear their clothes? She’d rather not, but the alternative wasn’t feasible.

  Sameya gave the room a quick onceover. Spying the black t-shirt Maximus discarded earlier, she retrieved it. As she stood, she noticed the top hat he’d worn last night when he abducted her.

  Had it only been last night?

  Gods save me…she felt like she’d waged an eternity with them already.

  Dragging the cotton shirt over her head, she shoved her arms into the sleeves and was moderately pleased the material covered to just below the curve of her ass. The slashes Gabriel had given the material all centered about her belly. She marched to the dresser, snatched the top hat
off of it and plopped it on her head.

  Arms crossed over his naked chest, Maximus bit his wide bottom lip, but failed at eliminating the grin. Gabriel leapt off the bed, transforming into tiger mid-jump. Spellbound she watched as the air shimmered about him with twinkles of light before he landed on four feline feet.

  Now was not the time to be awed by his transformation. The tiger rubbed against her leg, and she shoved him aside. Or tried given his size.

  “He’s apologizing.” Maximus pulled his leather pants on and buttoned the lower fly—just enough to keep them perched dangerously low on his hips.

  Ignoring his sex appeal, she bit out between clenched teeth, “Not forgiven.” She pointed at Gabriel. “Stay away.” If he knew what was good for him, he’d give her a lot of time to cool off.

  She marched out of the room, contemplating the vilest method in which to exact justice on Gabriel.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Agitated failed to accurately describe her state of mind. Times like these were when she missed having someone to confide in. Anger burned through her breastbone over Gabriel’s domineering actions. To try and mate her like she was his. Yet…she liked his possessiveness.

  A siren tolerating such supremacy made little sense. With her prevailing nature, letting another species manhandle her was absurd.

  She touched the weepy wound on her shoulder. The bite tingled in a pleasant way. She should be out for his blood. Instead, she found herself understanding his lack of control.

  Tolerant because shifters by nature were emotional creatures, she snorted her disgust. What the hell was wrong with her? She didn’t allow individuals to screw her over without repercussions.

  Sameya halted, leaned against a wall, and rubbed her face with her palms. Who was she kidding? No one had ever duped her. They were too scared of her to contemplate such an action.

  She hadn’t borne only the were-tiger’s overbearing behavior, but the vampyr’s as well. Maximus controlled her with the choker, and they’d both forced her sexually. Most female sirens were involuntarily pushed into sexual submission. If they weren’t, none would ever mate because no siren wanted to lose their freedom to their partner.