ROMANCE: Vampire Romance Collection (Menage BBW Young Adult Paranormal) (Vampire Shapeshifter Romance Short Stories)

by Romance Novels Publishing

  “I’m sorry if I offended you.” Zechariah said. “I didn’t mean to.” He placed his hand on her knee and looked deep into her eyes. It was in that instant that the connection he felt to her strengthened. He felt his fangs elongate inside his mouth as his desire for her grew along with the desire in his manhood. He couldn’t possibly make a move on her now. She was just attacked and nearly raped. He looked away, closing his eyes, to gain control.

  She placed her hands on his knee as the tips of her fingers brushed lightly on the inside of his thigh, driving his desire for her to uncontrollable heights. He returned his gaze back to hers and stared deep into her soul.

  “I-I have a confession to make.” he said to her softly. Miranda could not seem to do more than stare at him. His eyes were so captivating. She was lost inside of him.

  “I remained close to your work that night because I was hoping to approach you.” he said sheepishly.

  She closed her eyes and took in his scent for the first time. He smelled like a fresh, moonlit night alongside a river bank, oak, and earth. As her eyes drifted open, his face loomed in front of hers.

  A million thoughts raced through her mind, and a million words lingered on the edge of her tongue. All of them were denial, but every single one of them were obliterated when his mouth came crashing down on hers, hungry for one thing—her. She moaned as his tongue slipped between her lips as if found hers. Electricity shot through her body like a velvet fire as he licked the edge of her mouth, his lips causing very primal sensations to radiate through her body. He pulled her to him, pressing her heaving breasts against his chest, but something was still in the way—their clothes.

  He broke the trance his lips held on hers long enough to grab her shirt and snatch it apart, yet never broke his gaze. She sensed a primal side, but never realized what unleashed sexual prowess hid behind his outdated manners and impeccable looks. Now, he was letting her see it all. She wanted more. He was irresistible.

  Encouraged by her words and reaction, he let his hands slide down her voluptuous curves and land on her butt, squeezing it slightly before lifting her up. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and pressed her lower body to his erection. He pulled away from her lips and nipped gently at her lower one as he drew back. He moved to her ear and lightly sucked on her earlobe. Then, he trailed his kisses down her jawbone and neck.

  She tilted her head to the side to give him better access as she slid her hands down his back to the hem of his shirt. She secured her legs tighter around his waist, rubbing herself against him in the process, and pulled his shirt up and over his head.

  Admiring his hard abs and grinning, she said, “Damn, I knew you were hot, but mmmm…”

  Zechariah chuckled. “I’ll show you hot, ma’am.” he said as he attempted a southern accent, but it sounded far from southern. Miranda wondered, only for a moment, about the origin of the accent, but she was distracted by the fact that Zechariah plunged his face back into the space between her neck and shoulder, nipping, biting, and sucking at a sensitive area around her collarbone.

  Her entire body felt as if it was on fire. Zechariah could sense her arousal radiating off of her. She looked into his deep, blue eyes that were now clouded with a dark lust, want, and need. She grinned seductively as she returned his lustful kisses over the line of his neck. She heard him release another low moan, which only encouraged her, as she rubbed her pelvis against his erection again.

  She felt him pull her away from the door, so she tightened her legs around him again. He picked her up off of the couch and began walking toward the bedroom as he kept his lips locked on hers. As he reached his bed, he tossed her back, forcing to release her vise-like grip.

  As he stood at the edge of the bed and gazed upon her exquisite form. He tilted his head to the side, slightly, and said, “Hmmm, there is something slightly wrong with this picture.”

  Miranda scrunched her eyebrows and propped herself up on her elbows, leaning up slightly. “What?”

  He reached for her shirt at the point between her breasts, and ripped it off of her completely. He stood back, satisfied with himself as he tossed the shreds of her shirt off to the side, and said, “There. Much better, but still…”

  He stared at her black, lacy bra. “Your breasts are begging to be free.” he said. He reached down at the center and tore the bra apart. “Perfection.” he responded. Goosebumps ran down her arms. He kept his gaze on her ample breasts. “Yes, definitely perfection. You’re so beautiful, Miranda. Never have I wanted someone the way I want you.”

  What Miranda failed to realize was that Zechariah did not mean he wanted her carnally alone. He wanted her in every way that a woman could be wanted.

  Her heart leapt. She had been called beautiful before, but no one had ever called her ‘beautiful’ in such a tone that she knew he meant it. Suddenly, she felt lips on her nipple. He tongued the tip of her nipple, teasing, and a moan escaped from her lips. All coherent thought no longer existed. Her hands moved up toward the back of his head and intertwined with the dark tendrils of his hair. She switched his attentions to her other nipple and then trailed light kisses between the valley of her breasts.

  She sighed. She could feel an aching need for release building up between her thighs. It was an ache that could only be satisfied by him. As she looked into his eyes, they seemed to fight between a dark, almost black color and their natural blue.

  She reached down and began struggling with his belt, but without success. She felt his lips come down on hers again, possessing her—claiming her. He reached down, never breaking his kisses, and undid his belt. He looped his thumbs into the waist of his boxes and pants, and slung them toward his ankles in one motion. He stepped out of them.

  Miranda felt butterflies in her stomach as she anticipated getting exactly what she wanted. She had become accustomed to getting her way, but then again, so was Zechariah.

  Still, there was a lingering feeling of uncertainty. She felt bad about not talking to him first. Normally, she didn’t allow herself to get caught up in relationships unless she discussed her expectations first. Yet, the lack of rhyme or reason with Zechariah befuddled her.

  “Wait.” she said. “I…”

  But, her words were cut off by the sensation of his lips on the inside of her right thigh. As she immediately realized his intent, she closed her mouth. He was going to please her in a way that no man had ever done before. Though she was not a virgin, no man had ever been interested in ensuring her pleasure first and foremost.

  But another set of arms came around her, dragged her away from Zechariah. Zechariah smiled at her and nodded in approval. As she was turned around, she came face to face with Lucius. His hands slipped around her waist to draw her against his hard chest. He had already discarded his shirt. Her heart slammed against her ribs, her mind nothing but liquid. She couldn't think this through.

  “Don't,” Lucius said, softly. “Don't think about it. Just let it happen.”

  Miranda had no clue what she was going to do. Now, both men were touching her in ways she never imagined would be so erotic. Her brain screamed for her to stop all of this now and demand to go home, but her body overruled. Also, there was this strange attraction she had to Zechariah.

  Feather light kisses continued on her inner thighs and continuing upward, distracting her from her thoughts. Oh, my god. Hurry up and please give me release, she begged inside her head, as his passionate teasing rendered her speechless. She could even feel his lips spread into a smile against her sensitive skin as he moved up toward the edge of her panties. He was doing it intentionally, teasing her, and purposefully avoiding the center of her desire.

  “Zechariah… please” she begged. She knew he was probably sporting a cocky grin at her begging, but she didn’t care. She needed relief now. She felt his tongue and then his teeth take hold of the elastic of her matching black laced panties. With a sudden and vociferous snarl, he ripped her panties off of her with is teeth. He tossed h
er panties aside and grabbed her thighs, gently spreading them a little further apart.

  As Zechariah was devoting his attention to the apex of her thighs, Lucius began teasing and nipping at the tips of her nipples. While his mouth was busy, his hands were caressing places on her body that she had not realized turned her on.

  Zechariah ran his finger on the outline of her slit and felt her squirm. He was driving her absolutely insane—right to the brink of insanity. He repeated the movement and spread her wetness over her center.

  “Zechariah…” she attempted to say in a breathy whisper. She opened her eyes just in time to see him lick his finger. He grinned at her with a mischievous grin as he lowered his head so close to her throbbing center. She could feel his hot breath bathe over her core.

  “You are so wet, Miranda.” he said with a curious knowledge. A rush of desire ran down her spine already added to the desire pooling in the pit of her stomach. “Is this all because of me?” he asked, teasingly.

  Taking a break from her nipples, Lucius retorted, “I think it’s because of me.” He loved to tease at Zechariah. She felt his fingers on the lips of her sex and felt him spread them apart. His tongue flicked lightly and teased her clit. “Oh, my god!” she moaned.

  His tongue circled her clit before he bit down lightly on it, and then he soothed it with a few more licks. Without warning her, she felt his finger slide into the opening of her pussy. She yelped lightly, both from surprise and pleasure, as she becomes lost in his motions. She reached up, cupping her own breasts, and massaged them softly. She moaned, tightening her grasp on her breasts, as he added another finger inside of her.

  Miranda found herself so close to the edge of release. She whimpered. Zechariah felt the walls of her sex tighten in anticipation of her orgasm. He withdrew his fingers and ceased his tongue lashing on her clit as he sat back.

  Miranda looked up at him and what she saw, she would never forget. It was Zechariah, but not Zechariah. “Zechariah, what is wrong with you? Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?” she asked. Her body still craved release. She was desperate to have both men finish with her.

  Lucius looked up from kissing her wrists. Miranda looked at him and gasped. “You, too?” she said in astonishment. As she looked at both men, she saw that their mouths were different. They had fangs.

  “You-you have fangs!” she exclaimed.

  “Is this a deal breaker?” Lucius asked, still caressing her body. “I would hope not.” He turned to Zechariah. “You were right about her. She is special. Can you smell her?”

  Zechariah looked over at Lucius and growled. “Of course I can, you idiot, but she’s more than special. She’s intoxicating, but her soul speaks to my heart.”

  Miranda’s fear softened—not because his words were sweet and she was still beyond aroused. It was because she felt the same. Something inside of her told her this was where she belonged. Not only that, but she needed release and immediately. She was desperate to have them finish what they started. Her breathing labored as her womanhood begged for their attention. Why the hell did they stop? I was so close, she thought to herself. She decided to speak out.

  “Hey, I’m right here. You realize you’re both leaving me hanging, right?”

  Just then, she realized her mistake in thinking they were finished with her, as they looked at one another and a wicked grin spread across both of their faces. As she looked down, she realized that Zechariah had ducked back down between her legs and now was thrusting his tongue into her. She reached down and balled his hair in her fist, holding him in place. Lucius teased her with the points of his fangs. He knew that his friend felt something for the mortal. He had never pointed it out in such a manner. She knew that it would be mere moments before she came. He used his free hand to massage her clit.

  All of the sudden, it was as if both Zechariah and Lucius spoke to each other telepathically. Miranda was caught up in the throes of passion when she felt the sudden sharp erotic pain on both the inside of her thigh along the femoral artery and her neck where Lucius had just been trailing his kisses.

  She felt swept up in a current of ecstasy as she felt herself feeling as if she were floating on air. Images of the two men long ago floated through her mind. She saw them laughing and playing as young children just like brothers, but somehow she knew they weren’t brothers. The next image flashed on a scene from the Revolutionary War. She saw them with muskets on a ship. A third image flashed on the American Civil War as they helped on the Underground Railroad.

  Then, it was as if she were being returned to herself like a feather on the wind slowly dancing its way toward the ground. As soon as she settled into her body, she felt an explosion of intense ecstasy as her orgasm shuddered through her body.

  Just when she couldn’t take any more, she felt Zechariah sheath his long hard cock deep inside of her body. She felt his release as he came inside of her, spilling his seed. “Please,” she said. “I can’t take anymore.” She was begging. It was a pleasure she had never experienced before, but despite her please, Lucius began to tease her entrance with the head of his cock as Zechariah lovingly caressed her body with his hands and lips.

  “Oh, my god!” she screamed. Her orgasm built again and encompassed her entire being. Even her hair felt as if it were on fire with pleasure.

  As Lucius slid his length inside of her, he rode her until he came, and then he collapsed beside her. Miranda lay on the bed, sandwiched between both men and drifted off to sleep. Nothing would remain the same as Lucius and Zechariah unwittingly dragged her into their world with a hypnotically passionate dance as the three of them connected on a deeper level.

  ***

  A few hours later, Miranda awoke with only Zechariah beside her in the bed. She opened her eyes and his face came into focus. She inhaled sharply with surprise. “Zechariah! Oh, my goodness! You scared me. I just had the craziest dream in my life.”

  He looked down for a moment and then flashed his fangs at her, but not to scare her. “It was not a dream, love.”

  She sat up, but not from fear. Everything she was feeling in this moment defied logical thought, but she could not resist her emotions right now. “You mean,” she began. “That all of this was real…that you and Lucius are…”

  “Vampires.” he responded confidently. “Yes, we are. There are many things that humans do not realize exist. Normally, we do not reveal ourselves to humans, but there is just something about you that I cannot quite put my finger on.”

  “Well, you put your ‘finger’ on quite a few things earlier, but I’m not complaining.” she said.

  “I could easily try again, if you would like me to.”

  Miranda smiled demurely and blushed. “I’d like to know more about you, if that is okay.” she said as she sat up and drew her knees into her chest.

  “What do you want to know?”

  “How old are you?”

  Laughing, Zechariah replied, “Everyone always wants to know about a vampire’s age. It’s in all of the stories and everything. To be exact, I will be seven hundred and sixty seven years old come May first.”

  “Wow, really?”

  “Yes.”

  “Lucius, too? Where are you two from?”

  “Lucius is three years older. We have been best friends this entire time. I was originally born in England, but I defected to Scotland after I saw what my countrymen were doing. Lucius is from Ireland. He left his home to help defend the Scottish against the English.”

  “Can I ask something else?” She stared into his eyes as if to plead with him. “When the both of you bit me…”

  “We’re sorry about that.” He cast his gaze downward in apparent shame. “It’s just that you’re so irresistible on so many levels. I’ve never encountered anyone in all my time that has caused me to struggle so much.”

  “No, it’s not that. It was actually more pleasurable than I would have ever imagined. It is just that when you two bit me, images of the both of you appeared in my head. I
saw you as young children playing in a field. I saw you again during the Revolutionary War and during the Civil War after that. Was that all real?”

  “It was.” came a voice from the door way. It was Lucius.

  “How long have you been standing there?” asked Zechariah.

  “Long enough to know we are playing a game of ‘Q’ and ‘A’.”

  “I-I’m sorry if I was wrong to…” she yammered.

  “No, no harm at all in asking. Especially when you have enjoyed the both of us on so many levels.” The corners of his mouth turned up into a near sinister looking smile, but his intent was not malicious. “You have experienced something that so few have experienced. Normally, the satiation of our appetites are more—permanent for one of the party.”

  “Do not let him scare you.” Zechariah said. “We do not kill those who do not deserve it—just like that Mike bastard who tried to assault you.”

  “Mike is—dead?”

  Lucius and Zechariah thought that Miranda was about to have a meltdown…until she said, “It’s sure about time. That asshole had it coming.”

  The two men looked at each other in absolute astonishment. They were certain that this arrangement would work very well. Miranda would make a great asset in more ways than one.

  THE END

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