“I don’t cry.”
She almost had earlier when he’d been undressing her, but he wouldn’t remind her of that. “What is your favorite food? I’m a chef. I want to cook what you love.”
A tiny smile tweaked the right corner of her mouth. “I don’t eat. Or drink for that matter.”
“Hmm….” Interesting. He’d heard stories timerelics no longer required nourishment, but he’d, also, believed them myths. He retrieved a plastic container off the counter and popped the lid. Washed strawberries created hills and valleys within the dish. “Allow me to tempt you to indulge.”
Holding the fruit up by the top, he rested a forearm on the counter and leaned toward her. Her gaze riveted to his mouth, while her tongue swiped across her blood red ones.
Didn’t like orgasms? Pfft…he suspected she liked them more than she’d admit, but since she couldn’t lie, there was something about them that bothered her. The quick lick to her lips however, signified her desire to be kissed. Even if unknowingly, she invited his attention.
Maximus ran the pebbled tip of the strawberry along her bottom lip. Her otherworldly purple eyes brightened, and her lips parted. An open solicitation, but he suspected she held no knowledge of the temptation she projected. Declining her offer equated to self-mutilation, and he felt it in the longing of his cock.
He slid the fat, succulent base between her lips and pushed the fruit inward. Sameya surprised him by sucking on the strawberry. His dick reacted, becoming harder and pressing uncomfortably against the leather.
“Bite.” The one word was all he could push past his lips at that moment.
No arguments forthcoming, she obeyed, her teeth slicing off the tip of the strawberry. Sameya chewed, her eyes widening. “Mmm….”
Maximus smiled, using his thumb to wipe off a spot of juice from the corner of her mouth. “Strawberry.” He sucked his pad and held up the remainder of the fruit. He popped the rest of the strawberry into his mouth. In a silent offer for her to help herself to the fruit, he pushed the bowl closer to her and was delighted when she selected another one. “Why are orgasms disturbing, Sameya?”
The second strawberry halted centimeters from her mouth. Tentatively, she met his gaze and shrugged as she swallowed what was in her mouth.
“All women enjoy them.” At least all the ones he’d been with had.
“You would have me believe you’re that familiar with women?” She munched on the fruit pinned between her fingertips.
Maximus plucked the remainder of the strawberry from her hand and tossed it in his mouth.
“Hey!”
He flashed her a wicked grin. “Why wouldn’t I have knowledge of women?”
“You’re with Gabriel. Shifters are possessive.”
“True, but you thought Gabby was our lover.”
She shrugged. “She seemed like yours and Gabriel’s type.”
Maximus chuckled. “Far from it.” He slid the omelet onto a plate and proceeded to make another. “I’d never been with a man before Gabriel came along. Mating doesn’t mean instant love or trust, but it’s a bonding of the souls. We took our mating slow, and before we mated, we’d fallen in love with one another.”
The typical mating ritual was frenzied, and so out of control, the parties rarely knew what was going on until it was over. But a shifter and vampyr together was taboo, so they’d taken it slow to make sure they weren’t reading the signs wrong. Since nature didn’t put together what couldn’t procreate, they’d known a female would someday enter their lives. Maximus had expected a shifter female, because to add a third species to their tri-union was so forbidden, it rather worried him. But already his protective instincts were honed razor sharp toward Sameya.
In time he hoped she’d love them, but they didn’t have time for that. “I would die for Gabriel and would kill without regret for him. I feel the same for you.” She looked away. Why’d that make her uncomfortable? Maximus cupped her chin in his palm and turned her to face him. “We both delight in the softness of a woman, listening to her soft cries as we give her pleasure. We’ve shared many women together in our bed, but we have never invited another man into our relationship.” To fuck another male would’ve been cheating. He ran his fingertips along her eyebrows when they arched a little higher. “Now that we’ve located you, there won’t be another woman.” Even if she leaves us. Such injustice in that truth.
Fingertip running the length of the round bowl filled with strawberries, she watched him. If the frown furrowing her forehead was any indication, her thoughts were troublesome.
Maximus lowered his hand, but maintained eye contact. Waiting for whatever she had to say…if she ever spoke. When she did, it wasn’t what he was expecting.
“My power is cerebral.” Sirens controlled others with their mind. He comprehended that. “I lose control of that function when I…climax.”
She sounded as uncomfortable with the word as she was with the defenselessness she suffered from having one. “You believe that makes you vulnerable?”
“I know it does.” She pulled his shirt to the side exposing the marks Gabriel had given her. They still seeped blood. “Had I owned my faculties, this wouldn’t have happened. I should’ve fought him harder, but I was so lost to the feel of him inside me and you doing…your thing.”
“Can’t you self-heal?”
“No. But I don’t need to if my cognitive abilities aren’t compromised.”
Without any thought, Maximus shifted closer and licked Gabriel’s mating marks. A tremor ricocheted through her, as her tiny gasp of surprise painted the air. Shifting to the end of the island, Maximus palmed her nape and pulled her against him as he tongued the puncture wounds.
The taste of her blood lured him to bite over the lesions Gabriel gave her. Worse, he wanted to sink his fangs into her as he thrust his dick into her wet sheath. He’d withheld his need earlier for fear of scaring her off.
The taste of her essence dissipated, the injuries healed by his saliva. Maximus slid his tongue up her throat, and she angled her head exposing her jugular to him. Even if it wasn’t intentional, his vampyr interpreted it as a sign of trust. His fangs hit his lips, and he scraped them back and forth along her neck leaving red lines, but taking care not to break her skin. Her pulse visibly escalated. He sucked on the rapid tap, caught it between his teeth and flattened his tongue over the steady thud, relishing the feel against his over-sensitive senses.
One of her hands came to rest on his hip. The other cupped the back of his head. She seemed to understand his need to claim her like this because she melted into the pose, her breathing steady as he inhaled her scent.
He and Gabriel would always protect her. Her vulnerability was unacceptable to them. How could he make her understand that?
Fingertips dragging down her spine, they traipsed through the cheeks of her ass and teased across her pussy, wet and sticky from hers and Gabriel’s release.
He thrust two fingers into her.
“Maximus!”
“You want me,” he said without releasing his hold on her pulse.
“Yes.” Her husky voice had him pushing his fingers deep. She whimpered for him. “But I don’t like it.”
Physically she liked it, but mentally, she was a bit reticent. “And Gabriel?”
“The same.”
His fingers plunged in and out of her, and she tilted her pelvis back to deepen his penetration. She had no idea how natural she was at sex. “Will you stop me from taking you once more?”
“N-no.”
Just as Maximus suspected, she was incapable of resisting them as they were her. The mating call was as impossible to oppose as her siren song. A good thing since during the beginning of any mating, they’d be driven to have sex often.
He released her throat, withdrew his digits from her body, and lifted her onto the counter. In the doorway, he spied Gabriel leaning against the doorjamb. The tiger nodded for Maximus to proceed. He combed his fingers through her hair and kissed
her before assisting her to lean back.
“Stay on your elbows and watch me.” He captured her calf between his hands and guided her foot up to anchor on his shoulder.
“W-what about Gabriel?”
“You want him here?”
“It feels wrong that he’s not.”
A good sign their unmated female wanted them both even though she was angry with one. Kissing her ankle, Maximus glanced at Gabriel. “What say you, Gabriel? You going to join us?”
Sameya twisted enough so she could angle her head to get a glimpse of the tiger.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he ambled toward them. “I shouldn’t have bit you, Sameya. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
“Don’t do it again.” Gabriel stopped on the other side of the island and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face against her neck.
“I still get to bite, but I promise not to mark unless you give me permission.” A vampyr bite was different than a shifter’s. The only time a shifter breed bit was to give the mating mark…or to reclaim his partner.
“Make sure you don’t mark me, Maximus.” Sameya lifted an arm and cupped the back of the tiger’s head. “I have no idea why I’m forgiving you so easily, Gabriel. But I don’t want to be angry with you.”
Gabriel lifted his head enough to peer at her face. “You’re vulnerability is our problem, too.” How long had he been listening to their conversation? The tiger rubbed his nose against hers. “To lose you would kill us both.”
“You don’t know me well enough to feel that way.” She bit her bottom lip as Gabriel inched Maximus’s black shirt upward, exposing her belly.
Maximus captured her face between his hands and stared into her eyes. “Our souls are connected, we would be devastated to lose you. And if you think walking away from us in a month is going to be easy, you’re deluding yourself.”
“We will make it as hard on you as possible.” Gabriel flicked a finger over one of her cotton-covered nipples. “We won’t play fair.”
“Not when we’re playing for keeps.” Maximus lifted her off the counter, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Gabriel can’t assist very well from across the counter. Will you bring the strawberries, Gabriel?”
Maximus carried her to the table and placed her on it. With a hand on her back, he slowly guided her to lie back. Once she lay flat, with her butt on the edge of the surface, he clamped her arms over her head and held them there with a hand on her wrists.
The sound of the stainless steal omelet pan scrubbing against the stove caused him to look around and catch Gabriel removing it from the burner. The clicks of knobs being turned indicated Maximus had forgotten to turn off the eyes, as well. Distracted by Sameya, he’d forgotten about the omelet and only now caught a whiff of burnt food.
He refocused on Sameya, and a moment later, Gabriel placed the bowl of fruit on the table near Sameya’s hip. Maximus slid his palms down her arms before selecting a plump strawberry from the dishware, as Gabriel ratcheted up the shirt in tiny increments. Only an inch of flesh exposed at a time. Giving her no forewarning, Maximus flicked the stubbly fruit through the folds of her pussy.
A sharp inhale kissed the air. Back and forth he moved the fruit, coating it in her and Gabriel’s juices, as the tiger continued the slow upward drag of the garment.
The fabric caught on her right nipple, but gave free with a pop, exposing the pebbled nub. Gabriel crooned his appreciation with “Mmm,” as he swiped a strawberry from the bowl. He bit off one end and soaked her nipple with the juice. A moment later, Gabriel sucked on her breast, repeating the process with the other mound.
Maximus pushed the fruit into her pussy and grew harder watching it disappear within her. He added a second and then a third and rotated his thumb against her opening. The fourth one he used against her clit as he tongued at the fruit buried inside her.
Sameya rocked against his mouth, her moans and whimpers making him harder. Gabriel purred as he suckled at her breasts, using the strawberry to heighten her experience. With her hands clamped on the tiger’s head, she was in a constant state of movement…arching her back to thrust her breasts into Gabriel’s mouth, while rocking her hips into Maximus’s tongue.
Maximus spread her vaginal lips with his fingers and buried his tongue deep into her, retrieving one of the strawberries. She sighed as the fruit slid out of her. Using only his teeth and mouth, he captured it between his fangs. Around the nectar, he said, “Gabriel.”
The tiger lifted his head with a soft growl of dissatisfaction at being interrupted, his eyes glowing tiger-bright. Gabriel and Maximus met in the middle, kissing as they shared the strawberry. The sweet taste of fruit and Sameya’s arousal burst on his tongue as they kissed. Gabriel tangled his fingers in Maximus’s hair, and the tiger’s purr grew louder. When they broke apart, Maximus dragged his fangs across Gabriel’s bottom lip.
Sameya’s, “I envy that strawberry,” snapped them out of their lull. Gabriel chuckled as Maximus settled into a chair and buried his face between her legs.
Chapter Sixteen
Sameya was certain she would fragment into a billion pieces any moment. These men were intense, more than she could’ve ever hoped to anticipate. This much ecstacy couldn’t be possible. Couldn’t be realistic in a normal setting. At least none of the mated female sirens she knew seemed happy.
The vampyr’s tongue flicked inside her, coaxing another strawberry out of her, while Gabriel alternated between laving and suckling her breasts. The tiger’s hands were all over her, cupping one breast and caressing her body with the other .
She cried out as the fruit dragged along her clit. So slow, with just enough pressure to make her entire body quiver, but not enough to force her climax. In a bad, bad way, she wanted to come. She loved and hated those orgasms.
She was not the after-sex snack she’d envisioned Maximus imbibing on. With his tongue swirling on her clit and his fingers extracting the fruit from her body, she inched closer to shattering. Another flick and her insides vibrated for the climax, only to have Maximus pull back at the critical moment. Orgasm dying, her tears of frustration shocked her. She never cried. Ever. But she needed what he was denying her.
“Maximus, please,” she whispered, rolling her head from side-to-side.
“Be patient.” She could hear Maximus shuffling, but couldn’t determine what action he performed.
Gabriel removed her hands from his head and abruptly stood. Confused by his sudden departure, she reached for him, but he stepped out of her grasp.
“Gab—”
Maximus captured her hips and tugged. Feeling as gooey as melted butter, she slid off the table and straight into the vampyr’s arms. His cock impaled her so deep they were pelvis to pelvis in a second. Sameya cried out at the rapid penetration. Maximus groaned.
The exquisite bliss of having him inside her turned her world foggy and she struggled to pull herself back from the chasm of carnality. But the effort was useless.
Gooseflesh scattered across her body as Gabriel yanked the T-shirt over her head. The tiger palmed the back of her head and cupped her chin with his other hand. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
“I’ll be right back,” he said against her lips and then released her. She collapsed against Maximus, praying he’d begin to thrust forthwith. Praying he’d give her one of those dreaded orgasms very, very soon.
No such luck. He tangled his hand in her hair and drew her head back so he could examine her. “Tell me what you want, Sameya.”
“Let me come.” That request should’ve horrified her, but being exposed in their presence felt natural.
“I don’t think so.” He licked a nipple and rolled it between his teeth.
Sameya grabbed a handful of his chocolate hair and yanked on the strands. His eyes flashed green and a slow playful grin tilted the corners of his mouth. “Maximus! No more dawdling. Please, no more.”
“This what you want, naleah?” He slid his hand
between their bodies and placed the pad of his thumb against her clit. He circled the sensitive nub in soft strokes.
“Yes,” she breathed, allowing her head to fall back. That was exactly what she needed. A little faster maybe, that would get her what she wanted quicker.
The table was abruptly shoved toward the window, and her eyes snapped open to catch a glimpse of Gabriel moving in behind her. Wherever he’d gone, it hadn’t taken long. Maximus cupped her cheek regaining her concentration as Gabriel kissed and licked down her spine.
“I’d be a bad mate if I forced orgasms on you.” Maximus’s touch left her clitoris. “Don’t you agree, Gabriel?”
“Quite right, Maximus.” Gabriel’s lips moved against the flesh of her lower back.
Sameya’s eyes widened. They meant to amp her up and leave her hanging? How…cruel. Admitting she disliked the climaxes he gave her must’ve offended him more than she’d anticipated. That hadn’t been her intention, but she understood how he could’ve misinterpreted her meaning.
Maximus leaned back, resting his shoulders against the wooden chair. “You’re welcome to use me until you come.”
The challenge in his eyes said he didn’t think she’d do it. The very idea was…arousing. She clenched her feminine muscles and thought he ground his teeth together.
Sameya placed her hands on the back of the chair on either side of the vampyr’s head. She lifted herself up and lowered back down. Pelvis-to-pelvis, she rotated her hips and whimpered as her clit scrubbed against him and his length shifted inside her.
“Faster, Sameya.” Maximus pinched a nipple.
“I’m doing this my way.”
Gabriel caught her hips, held her motionless, and put his lips against her ear. Even though the tiger spoke, it was the vampyr who held her attention. “You’ll do it our way or we’ll both leave you unsatisfied. Now….” He shifted, a hand curled around her throat and his fingers trailed down her spine and between her butt cheeks. “I’m going to slide a vibrator into here”—he nudged her anus with a fingertip—“and then you’re going to do exactly as Maximus says. Agreed?”
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