by Lauren Dane
She’d already come twice from being bitten by them and yet this climax—building up slow, with electric ferocity like a storm—was inevitable. Rhett dropped to his knees and his tongue joined Nate’s. Looking down her body, she saw them there, heads bent over her pussy, tongues moving over and through her. Ribbons of pleasure shot through her, tied her to them more closely. A scream ripped from her lips as the storm broke. Wave after wave of delicious pleasure swept through her body, singeing her nerve endings, setting her senses aflame.
Her eyes were closed and her muscles still twitching as she was picked up and dried quickly but gently on the way back into the bedroom. Rhett laid her on the bed and she rolled up onto all fours and looked at them. She could feel the sexual tension between the two of them, the curiosity heightened by the dual tonguing they’d delivered.
“Your turn,” she said in a near purr. She felt like a goddess at that moment, beautiful and desired. She licked her lips and Nate groaned. The corner of her mouth lifted and she raised a brow. “I’m sure we can find a way for everyone to be happy all at once. I’m game if you two are.”
Nate’s deep chuckle caressed her and he showed no hesitation when he walked to her.
“I believe I was here earlier, before you waylaid me.” She grabbed his cock and licked around the meaty head.
“Don’t let me stop you now, sweetness,” he growled and watched as her lips wrapped around him. Watched as he disappeared into her mouth.
Rhett, cock in hand, moved behind her on the bed and she arched her back as she felt his crown nudge against her gate. Slowly, he worked his way inside of her, hissing at the feel of her superheated pussy. Despite the fact that she was slick from three orgasms, he had to clench his teeth to keep from coming after he’d seated himself fully. Her pussy hugged him so tight he was just moments from climax it felt so damned good.
Tracing up the line of her jaw with a fingertip, Nate wove his hand through the fragrant, still-damp curls of her hair. Gripping tight, he delighted in her sound of surprise as it quickly turned into a moan of desire. The sound vibrated through his cock.
Throwing open the link, he felt what she felt almost completely. He could sense that part of her that she kept walled off from them. Resolving to deal with that later, he concentrated instead on what he could feel from her. Felt his own taste on her tongue, the way the scent of his skin made her wet, the fire on her flesh and the fierce digs of Rhett’s cock into her pussy.
Looking up, he locked gazes with Rhett and realized Rhett had also thrown open the link and was feeling Nate’s cock slide in and out of Holly’s mouth. Knew that Rhett wondered what it would be like if it were his own mouth instead of Holly’s. Knew that Nate knew, and that created a feedback loop of pleasure, desire and yearning that neither man could bear and each thrust forward and exploded into Holly’s body, one with a hoarse roar, the other with a long moan.
Sandwiched between the two thrusting bodies, Holly was buffeted by the immense wave of pleasure. It broke over her and she saw stars as their unified orgasm flowed through her body.
The three of them collapsed sideways onto the bed and rearranged themselves into a mutual embrace of tangled legs, arms and hair.
“Wow,” Holly breathed out some minutes later.
“I always thought the one true mate stuff was total bullshit. Obviously I was wrong,” Rhett said, drawing fingertips in a light circle at her hip. “And I’m glad.”
Unable to stop himself and wanting to be inside her desperately, Nate quickly pulled her astride him, positioning himself true, pressing the head of his cock just inside her until she gave a surprised gasp.
“Can you take me?”
“Always.” Holly was mesmerized by the look of absolute hunger on his face and touched by the way he gentled his need for her. Sliding slowly down the length of his cock, she felt it all the way up her spine. He filled her up, not just physically but emotionally. He left her no room to put a part of herself away. Instead he demanded everything of her. His scrutiny of those protective barriers brought a slither of cold fear down her spine at the thought he and Rhett would find a way past them. Lay her bare in a way she’d never been before.
Nate looked up into her face and watched fear skitter across her features but wouldn’t flinch. He wanted her to know he was resolved to making her his completely, no reservations, no holding back. He wanted her to see the love in his face and know that he’d always be there to catch her when she fell.
His world narrowed to that set of moments. Of his mate astride his body, riding him slowly, bottom lip caught in her teeth. Of their bed, the scent of sex rising from the sheets. Her skin so soft against his.
In no hurry to come, he lay back and let her set the pace. Let her ride his cock slow and steady.
For a time, Rhett was content to watch them, a casual hand stroking his cock. But his need for her began to build until he moved to kneel beside her, leaning to kiss her perfect shoulder and over her collarbone. Taking her lips, he sighed into her mouth at the feel of her hand wrapping around his cock. God how he needed her to touch him—felt complete when he was in her attention—when she was giving her love to him.
Nate’s fingers intertwined with Holly’s around Rhett’s cock and they stilled. Drawing a deep breath, Rhett looked at Nate and then at Holly as their pale-as-cream and milky coffee flesh pressed over his olive tones. The strength in Nate’s grip added pressure to Holly’s silky embrace. And again the three of them made a circuit of pleasure, of giving and receiving, that was electric.
Holly gave out first, throwing her head back as Nate’s other hand delved into her pussy and lightly tickled over her clit. The contractions of her inner muscles pulled Nate in and the sound of their pleasure and the new but erotic experience of a man’s hand on his cock moved Rhett to join the other two.
He nearly came again when Holly licked his cum from her fingers.
* * * * *
Dawn came quickly and Holly lay between them as they headed into sleep. Something that eluded her as her own racing thoughts kept her awake.
She had never felt more alive—more happy and complete—and more frightened of losing it all in her life. Terror ate at her.
Permanence wasn’t something she had a lot of experience with in her life. Growing up, she and her mom had moved around a lot. Her mother paid their bills with a long series of odd jobs. They’d lived in a lot of cheap motels and rooming houses. Because of their impermanence, Holly hadn’t had a lot of friends and when she did make them, they had to move and she lost them. So after a while, she stopped letting people get close to her rather than deal with the pain of losing them.
Even as an adult she hadn’t let many people in. She didn’t date a lot. She hadn’t been ashamed of their living conditions precisely but she didn’t want pity either. Plus, she wasn’t a beauty, she knew that. She didn’t go to the prom or other big dances and she’d remained a virgin until her first year of college three years ago.
By that time they’d been in Seattle for a few years. Her mother had been working as an assistant in a nursing home and they’d shared a small apartment. Holly finished high school and got a job as an office assistant. Her mother had insisted that all of the monies from Holly’s job went into a savings account for college and after a few years she had a bit of a nest egg. Holly had done well enough in school that despite all of their moving she’d been able to get a scholarship to attend the University of Washington. That money, together with her small savings, had gotten her through the last three years.
Reggie, the guy she’d dated for her first year in college—the one she’d lost her virginity to—was a really nice person and someone she’d counted as a friend but he’d been a senior and had gone away to graduate school at the end of that summer and she hadn’t really gone out much since.
But the two men beside her were not content with having all of her minus what was behind the walls. They wanted it all. Panic choked her. She already felt totally exposed throug
h their three-way link. She didn’t think that she’d be able to let those walls down without a fight and worse, now that she’d shared such deep intimacy with Nate and Rhett, she cringed to try to imagine life without it.
Chapter Four
In the kitchen, making a meal, Holly smiled at their thoughtfulness. The pantry was fully stocked as was the fridge. She had Pearl Jam playing loudly in the background as she danced around. She had the night off and planned to deal with her living situation. She’d spoken with the police two days before, severely skirting the details, only saying that she’d come home and the place had been tossed. They’d taken a report but didn’t seem very hopeful about finding anything. And after she’d watched her burglars dissolve into nothingness, it wasn’t like she could disagree. She also spoke to her landlord. He was willing to let her out of her lease because he didn’t want to upgrade the security on her apartment or the building.
Despite the fact that she felt at home, the truth was that they hadn’t invited her to live there and she didn’t want to assume anything. Yes, she knew they wanted her in their bed and that they wanted her in their lives but she didn’t know to what extent they wanted her around physically. Things were chaotic enough as it was. She didn’t know much of anything and that made her feel totally out of control and that had to end as soon as possible.
When Rhett awoke it was like something inside of her that had been dormant stirred to life. She felt him reach out to her through that link, assure himself that she was nearby. She knew he was satisfied by that, that her presence comforted him. Part of her clicked into place and that felt right. Panic and comfort warred inside her.
Instead of going to join him in the shower like she wanted, she stayed downstairs and continued to make dinner. She’d seen them both eat at the tavern so she supposed that particular popular vampire story was a myth and they did eat regular food. She didn’t know what to do, whether or not to ignore these intimate feelings or even whether they were one-sided. So she chopped the ginger and tipped it into the jar with the rest of the marinade for the noodle salad and waited.
* * * * *
Rhett opened his eyes and saw that she wasn’t there in bed between him and Nate. Her scent was still strong though and her residual warmth lingered on the sheets and he leaned in and inhaled. Opening the link, he reached for her, understanding she was nearby. He relaxed a bit but was unhappy with the level of uncertainty she was giving off.
Shaking his head, he got up and walked to the bathroom to shower. She didn’t believe in herself enough, didn’t believe in them enough and that had to end. He just had no idea how yet. It was early days, they had time. Of course, someone was trying to injure her and they needed to deal with her family. God only knew how that would affect her wellbeing.
He dried off and felt Nate wake up and do the same thing he’d done, make sure she was still there and then wonder how they’d break through her defenses.
Rhett nodded to Nate as they passed and he headed downstairs and Nate into the shower. Vampires woke up cold and a hot shower, especially in winter, was the best way outside of a very deep feeding to warm up.
Standing in the doorway to the kitchen, he watched her work. There was an efficiency about her that he admired. She was naturally graceful as she worked, gliding about the big kitchen like she belonged there. She did belong there, if only she’d let herself believe it.
She turned—the vehemence of his thoughts alerted her—and gave him a tentative smile. “Hi. Hope you don’t mind. I was starving and came down to see what I could scrounge up but you two have a really well-stocked pantry. I’m making enough for three, I know you guys eat and well, you can just…mmpfh!”
He cut off her rambling, nervous, stream-of-consciousness sentence with the pressure of his lips upon hers. Calming, she opened her lips under his with joy and his heart soared to be received in such a way. His hunger for her rose as their bodies pressed against each other. Her curves molded to the harder lines of his body, made for him.
Holly fell under his spell as his hands slid up her sides, over her ribs, came to cup her breasts, testing their weight. A soft sound came from her lips and she arched into him as he kneaded and traced over the nipples through her blouse. Suddenly she realized that she had his shirt gripped in her fists. Concerned that it was some expensive designer job, she let go with an embarrassed cry.
Startled, Rhett looked into her face “What? Did I hurt you?”
“No. I just,” she smoothed the shirt where she’d been holding it, “I was ruining your shirt.”
Incredulity spread over his face. “The shirt?” Buttons flew as he pulled it open with a yank. Tossing it aside, he looked back in her direction. “You think I care about a shirt when your hands are on me? When your breasts are filling my palms and your taste is on my tongue?”
Picking it up, she saw the designer label and winced. Exasperated, he pulled it out of her hands. “Honey, I don’t care about the shirt. It was just some wrinkles.”
“And now you’ve ruined it by opening it that way!” She was appalled.
“It’s just a shirt! Why are you so upset? I’ve got twenty more in my closet upstairs. There’s only one of you, one moment like that in time. In the balance, you win out every time.”
“Twenty more? My god, Rhett, that shirt must have cost you at least a hundred dollars.”
“Three hundred and fifty. But so what? It’s only money, it’s just a thing.”
Her back went up at that. “I find that it’s only people who have money that like to say that.”
Rhett groaned aloud.
“What are you groaning at?”
“You. You’re going to find a way to hold yourself back over this, I can feel it.”
Raising her eyebrows at him, she noticed Nate breeze into the room out of the corner of her eye. He picked her up, placed her on the counter and moved to stand between her thighs. “Mmmm, what smells so good?” He nuzzled her neck. “Other than you, that is?”
Her hands toyed with one of the twisted strands of his hair while she let herself enjoy the feeling of his lips on her throat.
“Soba noodle salad with chicken and don’t try to distract me. Rhett and I were having a discussion.”
“You and Rhett were having a fight over something stupid. Let’s end it now and talk about important things like getting your things moved into the house and when we’re going to deal with your family.”
“Having a fight because she’s holding herself back from us,” Rhett said and Nate shot him a disgruntled look.
“I was doing no such thing! Jeez! I just didn’t want to wrinkle his shirt and he threw a tantrum and ripped it!”
“I didn’t throw a tantrum and you’re using whatever you can to keep from fully uniting with us through the bond. You’re scared, Holly, and you know it!”
“Scared? Oh I don’t have any reason to be scared, do I? Hmm, three nights ago I meet these two men in my bar. I go home and get attacked by thugs or whatever they are who try to kill me and then these two guys from the bar burst in and save me. Turns out that these thugs are magical thugs and they disappear before my eyes after telling me some mystical stuff about being a Charvez. Then I find out the two guys from the bar are vampires and I actually feed one and take blood from the other!”
She hauled in a deep breath and tried to hold off hysteria. “And then the vamps tell me that I’m their mate. We do some blood stuff and I’m suddenly wired into your systems and you’re in mine and there’re hooks in the ceiling and sex with two men who are very nearly strangers who live in a fucking mansion! My supposed cousin barges into my dream, my house isn’t safe, I don’t know what is going to happen to me. Yeah, nothing to be scared of.”
Placing her palm on his chest over his heart, Nate looked at her through solemn pale green eyes. “This beats for you. I don’t know how much more simple I can make it for you, sweetness.”
Rhett did the same with her other hand and the two of them stood there and op
ened themselves up to her.
“Everything is about us. About you. All of the other stuff is incidental and we can work past it. But you have to let us in, Holly. You can’t hold back.”
“I can’t just yet,” she whispered and winced at Rhett’s stricken look. Nate took a deep breath and nodded and leaned in to kiss her softly, gently.
“Soon, Holly. I can’t be patient forever.”
“Now can we talk about getting you moved in here and the situation with your family?” Rhett asked as he pushed a strand of her hair out of her face.
“Move in?”
“Did you think we’d just fuck you, take your blood and toss you out? After we both told you about being our mate?” Nate raised a brow. He was really good at looking imperious.
“Oh I don’t know what to think!” she exclaimed and got off the counter and began to toss the noodles with the chicken and veggies.
Rhett sighed and began to set the table. Nate put out glasses and opened a bottle of wine. The two of them sat and watched her, waiting as she brought the big bowl to the table and sat down with them.
They ate in silence for a while and finally Rhett grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips. He pulled and she came to him, sitting astride his lap.
“Can we start over? Before the whole shirt thing?”
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.
“Me too. But, honey, nothing is more important to me than you, especially not a shirt.”
She ran her fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes and soaked it in. When she brought her lips to his, she felt his entire system fire through the link. His body hardened against hers as she felt the sharp edge of his hunger roar to life. His hands slid up her back and very soon after she found herself lying on the table, looking into Nate’s face.
Nate pulled her sweater off and freed her breasts from her bra with a fevered groan. His dreads made a curtain around her face as he leaned in to kiss her lips and then down her neck and to the curve of her breasts.