Circling through the streets, wandering aimlessly as she tried to filter all the new information, all the new problems she now had facing her. It was nearly three hours later when she arrived at her doorstep, in the dead of night, midnight already passed, dawn not even a dream upon the horizon.
Opening the door, she froze as something assaulted her senses, heating her blood, stroking over her like a velvet hand. Her heart kicked into high gear and she whimpered as heat flooded her before she even knew what was going on.
Breath locked in her throat, she closed the door behind her and took a step further into her house, quivering with each tiny movement. Sounds made themselves known to her. A low, husky male voice crooning, a woman’s pleasure-filled moan, wet sucking sounds that had her vagina clenching in recognition.
Another slow, shaking step, then another and another until she stood in the arch that opened into her living room. On the floor, Malachi was sprawled next to a petite, dark-eyed brunette, his tongue circling around her nipple, his hand between her thighs.
As Shadoe watched, his fingers slid out, wet and shining, and then he pushed those two fingers back inside. Closing his lips around her nipple, he suckled hungrily, and the woman arched up against him, her fingers sliding through his hair, her hips lifting to meet his hand.
“Come, Melissa…come for me. Come…”
Shadoe jolted when Malachi rolled his eyes to stare at the woman, his gaze hot and hungry. As she watched, the woman started to come and Malachi lifted his head, moving his lips up to her neck. His head arched back, and Shadoe froze, her heart stuttering to a stop. There were fangs in his mouth, not the jagged, ripping teeth she had seen in Ben’s mouth, but two long incisors, and she watched numbly as he pierced the woman’s flesh with those teeth, before fastening his lips around the freely flowing blood source.
She lunged, and the movement had Malachi lifting his head, a startled “Fuck” escaping him before he rolled to his back to catch Shadoe and move her away from the still screaming woman.
Her screams of ecstasy reduced to sobs as her body trembled and arched up, as though seeking a cock to fill her. Malachi tossed her a short look and whispered, “Sleep,” before he lifted his eyes to the woman he had on top of him, wrapping his arms around her and staring irately into her eyes.
“Do you mind? I haven’t had a good feed in weeks,” he snapped, a scowl twisting that perfect mouth, now swollen and red. At the corner, she saw a drop of blood and that only enraged her further.
“Monster.” She jerked angrily in his arms, trying to dislodge him.
“I’m not,” Malachi snapped indignantly. “I’m a bloody vampire… There’s a difference.”
Vampire—
Her brain struggled to process that. But her body in the middle of dealing with something else. That hunger, roaring inside her, burning under her skin.
Malachi stroked his thumb across her skin. “I’m no more a monster now than I was earlier, pet.”
She barely heard him. His cock pulsed at the vee of her thighs. The jeans covering her might as well have not been there as he transferred her wrists to one hand so that he held her in a secure grip, leaving one hand free to cup her ass and hold her still as he pumped against her.
“Malachi,” a low, rough growl trickled into the room and Shadoe froze. The hand holding her wrists released them and she sat up slowly, staring down at Malachi’s beautiful, hard face, his midnight blue eyes glowing with a hunger that had her belly clenching.
“Your woman called me a bloody monster and flew at me while I was having my first good meal in weeks,” Malachi said, grinning at Ben, his eyes hot and wicked.
His hands lay on her thighs, not restraining her, just resting there as though testing her. When she still sat motionless, his hands moved higher, higher, until his thumbs met in the middle over the throbbing bud of her clit. Circling, scraping, pressing, each slow stroke drawing her tighter and tighter, until she was rocking hungrily against those strokes.
“You’re touching my woman, Malachi,” Ben growled.
“Your woman wants to be touched,” Mal murmured, watching her face with rapt eyes. Her head lifted and she tracked the ragged sound of Ben breathing, held in place by the fire in his eyes.
Her body arched and she whimpered as the hunger that she had thought was sated returned full force.
“The wolf’s hunger is on her,” Malachi whispered. “Fuck me, but she’s lovely with it.”
Ben’s eyes moved over her face and his cock started to swell, his own lust roused by hers, mixed with a mad desire to fuck and possess her like she had never been possessed before.
He crossed to her, stalking them, each move slow and deliberate as he knelt behind her, one knee on each side of Malachi’s legs. Cupping her hips, he jerked her back against him, the surprised, aroused little gasp from her drawing his gut tight. He pumped his cock against the soft curve of her ass as he lowered his head to her neck, raking the delicate skin with his teeth.
Malachi moved his fingers over her clit, over and over, circling, pressing, and she started to rock her hips, back and forth, between the magic of Malachi’s wicked fingers and the pulsating pressure of Ben’s cock against her ass. Shadoe’s head fell back as Ben’s hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts, plumping them together, tweaking the nipples, milking them. Malachi watched with hooded eyes, the dark blue of his gaze swirling, shifting, gleaming with a deep light under the fringe of his lashes.
Shadoe sobbed as Malachi’s fingers worked her closer and closer to the precipice, arching under Ben’s hands, his teeth sinking into the skin of her shoulder, marking her.
Ben and Malachi both stilled as a soft, sighing breath came to them, but Shadoe was unaware, riding the hand between her thighs, working her clit up against it, wishing her clothes were gone and she was pressed between the two men.
Their eyes moved to the sleeping woman only feet away from them.
“You have something you need to attend to, Malachi,” Ben growled. Shadoe cried out as his arms closed around her and he rolled them clear of Malachi, ending with her sprawled on her belly and Ben half-draped over her.
Malachi said slyly, “I think your woman would like us both to attend to her.” His eyes met Shadoe’s as she turned her face to his voice, her body clamoring once more for the stroke of his fingers against her clit.
Ben’s face split with a hot, slow smile as he gripped the waistband of her jeans. “Then you had better hurry,” he responded softly as he tore the denim away.
Malachi’s eyes widened and his face went stark with hunger as he stared at Shadoe’s prone form.
And then the vampire was gone so fast neither Ben nor Shadoe could track his movement. Alone in the room, Ben finished tearing away the shreds of her jeans, reaching for her shirt next, ripping it with one hard jerk, before he leaned over her body and whispered, “You let him touch you. You wanted it…” Covering her body with his, he pinned her hands down and purred, “I hope you are ready to deal with the consequences.”
He plunged his finger deep into her pussy and she gasped, rocking against him only to have him pull away. Her eyes opened with terrified arousal as he started to probe between the cheeks of her buttocks, seeking out the rosette there and pressing insistently against her until it opened and he sank his lubricated finger in. Pushing past the tight ring of muscle, and working in and out, he pumped and rotated his wrist as he stretched her.
She shrieked and tried to pull away, the hot, burning desire mixing with fear as her skin grew tighter and hotter and her hunger spun out of control. “Naughty girl,” Ben whispered, lifting his hand and bringing it down with stinging force on her naked ass. “You wanted it—you’re gonna get it. We have to get this tight little ass of yours opened for me.”
She sobbed at the painful pleasure of it as he sank his finger deep inside, the flesh clutching at his penetration, spasming around it, trying to hold him out, or keep him inside.
It was bad…it was naughty…i
t was so unbelievably good, Shadoe couldn’t think past it.
Electricity seemed to fill the air around them, smothering them, and they both lifted their heads as Malachi materialized in front of them, still naked, his cock hard and thick against his belly as he dropped to his knees at her side.
Ben’s arms came around her waist and he lifted her up, revealing her naked body, while he continued to work his finger in her ass, now moving with a steady, driving rhythm that had her pushing her hips back, seeking more. Malachi’s long-fingered, graceful hands—a warrior’s hands, a poet’s hands—came up, cupping her face as he lowered his mouth to hers, stealing her breath as he drove his tongue inside with no preliminaries, setting up a rhythm that matched Ben’s thrusts into her rear. One hand, cool and hard, left her face and cupped her, and he pushed his finger inside her pussy as he circled his thumb over her clit.
Shadoe shuddered and gasped as the climax hit her, coming in a hard, body-racking shudder, writhing between them as she pumped herself up and down, riding the orgasm through to the end.
Ben’s hands left her and his presence withdrew. Not seeing the nod that passed between them, she mewled, aching for the loss of his heat, even as Malachi fell to his back, taking her with him as he kissed her deeply, stealing more of her taste, swallowing her down.
“Ben,” she whispered, pulling her mouth away and trying to lift her head.
“Shhh,” Malachi purred. He started to move beneath her, working his rigid, pulsating cock back and forth between her slick folds, caressing her clit. The rustling of clothes being removed came to her, although she could hardly make sense of it. The aching hunger inside her robbed her of thought, and all she wanted was to feel it again, the sensation of their bodies crowding her, stroking hers, bringing her to mind-shattering climax.
Ben’s hands were on her waist again now, and she cried out with pleasure at the heat of his nude body. Something cool and wet spread over the tight pucker of her ass and then worked inside, in and out, until she was well lubricated. Her eyes met Malachi’s and he whispered, “He’s gonna sink his cock into that sweet, pretty ass of yours, nice and slow, then I’ll fuck me own cock into your soft little pussy. It’s gonna be good…better than good…”
His voice was thickened now by a heavy Scots accent and the rough sensuality of his words and his voice stroked over her, adding to the myriad sensual delights she was drowning in.
Something flooded the air, flooded her, a hot velvet stroke of sensation unlike any she had ever known, and her eyes locked on Mal’s. An urge, heavy and insistent filled her, the urge to sink her pussy down on his cock and ride him until she could no longer move.
“Vampire!” Ben’s harsh bark barely filtered through the haze of desire that surrounded her.
“We canna let her feel the pain, Cross,” he rasped, his lids low, hooded, eyes locked on her face. “She’s never taken two men at once. Do you want to hear her cry out in pain?”
“This is my woman,” Ben growled, and he jerked her ass back to meet his body as he spoke.
“Then give her what she wants and I’ll keep her from hurting for it,” Malachi snapped, his hand fisted in her hair, keeping her head up when she would have wilted against him. “Watch me, pet…watch me…”
His hand slid between their bodies and he started to tease her clit, circling over it with quick, darting touches, retreat and stroke, over and over until she was rocking her hips back and forth to meet each caress.
Ben growled and gripped her hips, holding her still as he started to probe her ass, butting the head of his cock against the tight little hole, the sensation of his heated flesh sliding, moving just barely against her, driving her mad. She pushed eagerly back against him, and shuddered as he stilled the teasing motions and started to possess.
The hard, thick head pressed against the hole until it flowered open around him, and he worked the first inch inside.
Her lids closed as the delirious pleasure arced through her. But the moment her eyes left Malachi’s, the pain returned and she whimpered, her body stiffening. “No, damn it,” Ben growled, holding her hips still and steady as he pushed another inch inside. “You will take it. Hold her eyes, Mal.”
“Watch me,” the vampire purred, and she stared at him mesmerized, as his eyes started to glow, the dark blue midnight gaze turning to sapphire jewels in his hard, handsome face. Circling his thumb over her clit, he stroked her with fast, firm circles, using his body and the vampire’s call to hold her in thrall as Ben pushed deeper inside her.
She shuddered, her body arching as she moved helplessly against their restraining hands. “You’re tighter than a fist,” Ben panted. “Hot, silky…mine. Remember that, as he fucks his way into your pussy… You are mine…”
Shadoe arched and cried out as he sank home and the pain of it burned through her despite Malachi’s gaze holding her prisoner. It bloomed into a dark, burning pleasure that robbed her breath as she writhed and bucked under his hands.
He pulled out and sank back in, slow and steady, three times before he stilled and said, “Fuck her, Malachi.” Bending over her prone body, he whispered, “You wanted this…take it, take me.”
Malachi grunted at the tight clasp of her pussy on his cock as he slowly forged through the tissues, feeling Ben’s throbbing presence just beyond the delicate membrane between them. “Fuck me, you are tight,” he gasped, his eyes slitted, his neck arched back as he sought to control the urges that flooded him.
She was wet, slick and sweet; every breath she took vibrated through her and caressed his cock, humming down his length, tightening his balls. Staring into her eyes, he purred, “Tha’s the way, pet. Bloody hell, you feel good. Hot, tight, snug little pussy. Take more…”
Arching his hips up, he worked his length deeper, listening to her mewling, her nails digging bloody little crescents into his shoulders. Once he was buried to the balls inside her, he stilled and then Ben moved. Then Malachi…then Ben…alternating thrusts that filled her full. The tight hot thrusts of Ben’s cock, then the warming presence of Mal’s, each a counterpoint to the other.
Breathless, barely able to think past the pleasure of it, her vagina going into spasms around Mal’s cock, her ass clenching at Ben’s swollen length, she came and they continued to fuck her. Fucking their cocks past the tight, convulsing tissues, Ben panted, swearing as sweat dripped off of him, and Malachi arched his powerful body, driving up into her pussy with bruising force.
She came again before she had even caught her breath from the first, and Ben swore, his hand lifting and coming down on her ass with stinging force as he panted, “Again, sweet heaven, damn it, Shadoe…tight, hot, sweet little fuck.”
He drove into her, harder and harder, and Shadoe sobbed, her teeth sinking into her lip, cutting it. Malachi’s hands caught her face and he crooned, “Hmm… dessert…” as he sucked the oozing cut on her lip. He rotated his hips against hers, pumping in and out, sliding his hand between them and finding her clit.
She shivered as he stroked it, pulling with them as each man started to work his cock harder and harder into her, each one nearing orgasm. As Ben sank his thick length inside her one last time, she cried out and it was like light and the world exploded around her, stealing her breath away.
The shudders racked her body and it lasted forever, the pleasure slamming into her, over and over…and then darkness blanketed her and took her down.
Malachi fucked harder and harder into her pussy even as she passed out, grunting as her still convulsing sheath stroked over his aching penis. The sensation raced down his spine and he exploded into her, bucking hard enough to nearly throw Ben and Shadoe from him.
Ben snarled as he held firm, riding his climax through to the end before he sank down, rolling to his side, taking Shadoe with him. Mal rolled with them, keeping his cock snug inside her, and both men cuddled her body between them.
An hour later, she woke to find Malachi cleaning her up, a hot washcloth passing between her thighs. Her f
ace flamed as she saw Malachi toss the rag aside before catching her hips in his hands and lowering his mouth to her cleft. She flinched at the sight of elongated fangs and he purred, “Not to worry, pet… I won’t bite…unless you ask.”
His tongue pierced her folds, his nose nuzzling her clit. She heard the shower but couldn’t think and recall what it was. Then Ben was in the doorway and he asked, “Getting started without me?”
Malachi rumbled, “Having a treat, go fuck yourself,” before catching her clit between his teeth and sucking. Ben laughed as he flung his body down on the floor next to Shadoe, cupping her chin and lifting her mouth to his. “No…I’m gonna fuck her. Be nice and I might share.”
Shadoe’s mouth fell open and she wanted to snap at Ben but Malachi’s tongue chose that moment to dance over her clit in a particularly clever fashion and she whimpered, deciding she’d rather like being shared again.
Strong arms came around her waist and she shrieked as Malachi stood, his arms under her ass, holding her full weight on level with his mouth as he fucked his tongue inside her sheath, shifting her thighs so that she had one knee on each of his shoulders.
Ben rose slowly, closing his fist around his cock, pumping as he watched the vampire eat at her until she came for him, the sharp scent of her climax heavy in the air.
Taking her around the waist, Ben lifted her down, turning her, before he lifted her this time, and drove his cock inside her still convulsing pussy. “Did you like how it felt when he ate you?” he whispered against her lips as he lifted her up and down on his impaling cock.
She whimpered, her face flaming.
“Did you?”
“Yes,” she sobbed.
Malachi was at her back now, and she shuddered when she felt his cool, slick fingers working over her, inside her, lubricating her anal passage inside and out.
“Let him feed from you as we fuck you, baby,” Ben whispered.
“No,” Malachi growled. He grasped the back of her thighs, pulling them up against her chest, so that her weight was all on Ben’s cock. He was now nudging at the puckered opening, the slick head of his cock pressed against the tight entrance of her ass.
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