“Like that?” he purred, knowing good and well that she did.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed.
He did it again, and she giggled around a cry of rapture. Wow, this was insane. She felt everything. Aiden’s heartbeat in his cock, the gentle slide of the toy, even the rapid rise and fall of Noah’s chest as he breathed shallow behind her.
“I can’t stand this,” Noah growled as he pulled the toy free of her ass suddenly.
The loss of fullness took her by surprise, and she gasped, wanting it back. Startled she would find she craved such a thing, Alana swallowed at her own growing dark desire.
“Stand up,” he commanded of Aiden.
Aiden wrapped his arms around her waist and stood slowly. “Hold tight to me,” he whispered just before his mouth covered hers in a sweet kiss that, if she had been standing, would have made her knees buckle.
She could hear Noah behind her but wasn’t sure what he was doing until he moved in close and placed the head of his cock at her anal opening. She tensed, knowing he would be much bigger than the toy, but at the same time wanting to feel both of them inside her more than anything.
“Are you ready for him?” Aiden asked against her lips.
“Yes,” she said, nodding rapidly.
Noah pressed forward past the tight opening. A sting of pain made her gasp at first.
“Relax,” Noah whispered.
“I don’t think I can,” she cried, her nails digging into Aiden’s shoulders.
He stopped, and she held her breath. She couldn’t move, couldn’t feel anything beyond the moment and the need to have him take her completely.
“Noah,” she gasped, gulping in air.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Damn it, no! Just do it. Take me. Noah, please.”
He grasped her waist and pressed forward, burying himself deep with one, hard thrust. She screamed, and her head fell back against his shoulder as pleasure unlike anything she’d ever felt spread through her body.
“Son of a…”Aiden groaned, and his eyes rolled back.
Sweet Lord, what had she been missing? Two men, consuming her every thought, her every breath. It was incredible, and she didn’t want it to end. But it would. She could feel it.
Her release built from her womb, tightening her stomach and working its way outward through her limbs. Blood rushed through her veins, warming her flesh and making her ears roar.
“Oh God,” she whimpered.
Aiden reached up and pinched one of her nipples. The pleasure intensified, and she squeezed her eyes closed, forcing the water that had gathered there down her cheeks. The heat from their bodies warmed hers, making sweat bead across her skin.
Slowly they began to move. One in, the other out, then they would push deep together, practically taking the very breath from her lungs and leaving her feeling weak and ridden hard.
Her whole body tensed as the pleasure built, stronger and more intense than anything before. What started as a moan from low in her throat crested at a scream as every muscle in her body trembled with pleasure. Wave after wave raced through her as her pussy and anus pulsed around the invading rods. Her clit quivered as it brushed against Aiden’s groin, and she shuddered against the massive sensitivity that settled there.
She could feel the tension in both of them as they each shouted out their own orgasm. Hot jets of cum coated the walls of both channels as their hips jerked against her, burying their cocks. It was strange she could feel what they did, strange that she knew the exact second they came and how it felt for her walls to suck at their rods.
Why was she feeling this? Was it the intensity of the situation, the tightness of the fit—or was it their connection? Was she somehow connected to them like they were connected to each other?
That wasn’t possible, was it? It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t.
“Alana,” Aiden whispered as he cupped her cheek and tilted her head so he could place a soft kiss against her cheek.
“Oh…” she breathed. “Just shut up and get me to bed.”
Aiden’s eyes widened while Noah chuckled.
“I may be too sore to do this again tonight, but I am definitely not through with the two of you.”
Aiden’s mouth opened, but he didn’t say anything. Noah moved closer, pressing his hips into her and pushing his still hard cock farther inside her. She sighed and leaned against him.
“That’s three times for me. Twice for Aiden. What do you think we are? Teenagers?” Alana could tell by the teasing tone of his voice he was only kidding.
She smiled and glanced at him over her shoulder. “What are you saying, Noah? Can’t handle me?”
His lips lifted into an amused one-sided grin. “Hardly,” he drawled. “I can assure you, if fucking all night long is what you want, that’s what you’ll get.”
* * *
He stood in the shadows of the lobby, watching his latest obsessions, Lisa, as she strolled across the lobby with two members of her crew. After finding out her name at the library, obtaining her had become even more important, but that was going to be harder than he’d anticipated. She never went anywhere alone, and his frustration was about to get the better of him.
His gaze wandered down her curvy figure, and he clenched his fists, stepping farther behind the potted plant he hid behind. He couldn’t afford for her to see him. At least not yet. But soon. Soon they would slip up and she’d be alone, or he’d take her anyway, killing whoever stood in his way.
It wasn’t the way he normally did things, but she was different. She was beautiful and vibrant. He wanted to watch that life fade from her eyes. He wanted to be the reason she screamed in fear as he sank his blades into her warm, supple body.
His cock hardened at the image, and he glanced away, trying to force the beast back down. If he didn’t he would lose control. The beast would consume him, and he’d make mistakes—mistakes he couldn’t afford to make.
He couldn’t remember anything before the beast had taken over. Had he been normal? Had he had a life that consisted of things other than blood and pain? He couldn’t remember—couldn’t remember who he was or how he’d come to be. All he knew was he had to feed the beast. Feed it flesh. Beautiful, vibrant, bloody flesh.
His gaze moved back to Lisa as she stepped into the bar at the far side of the lobby.
The beast wanted her, and he’d get her.
Chapter Twenty-one
Alana awoke struggling to breathe. Pressure wrapped around her throat, and she lifted her hand to pull it away but felt nothing. She sat up, frowning as her fingers groped for whatever gripped her windpipe. Fear sped up her spine, and her eyes widened, searching for the assailant she would swear stood directly over her.
Warm hands touched her shoulders, and she struggled to free herself of the restraining grip. Aiden jumped in front of her and grabbed her shoulders, giving her a firm shake.
“Alana!” he yelled. “It’s us.”
She stared up at him, stuck somewhere between her fear and relief.
“It’s okay,” he said a little softer. “It was just a dream.”
“My God,” she sighed, dragging a hand down her face.
The hands on her shoulders began to massage gently, and she sat back, letting her shoulders slump in defeat.
“I’ve never had a dream like that before.”
“What was it?” Noah asked.
She heard tension in his voice, and she turned to look at him. His haunted eyes met hers, and she almost flinched at the pain reflected in his gaze.
“Why are you asking me? You already know… Don’t you?” she demanded.
She wasn’t sure how, but she knew. He’d had the same dream she had. She could feel it in her gut. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.
“There was a man,” Noah began in a soft voice. “I couldn’t see his face—”
“His eyes were…evil,” Aiden added. “There was nothing inside him. Nothing but anger, torment.”
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nbsp; Alana swallowed as her gaze moved from Aiden to Noah. “He tried to choke me, but it wasn’t me.” She glanced at Noah. “It was you. This is your memory. How the hell am I experiencing your memory?” she yelled. “And how the hell did I know that?”
“I don’t know,” Noah replied.
He was telling her the truth. To her it was obvious. She reached out and touched his arm in comfort.
“I don’t understand what’s going on,” she said with a sigh.
“This is what happened to you when we were separated that weekend,” Aiden suggested. “That thing you can’t remember.”
Alana gasped. “Oh my God. This is what happened? You were attacked?”
“I don’t know,” Noah said, this time a little more firm. “I don’t remember.”
“Have the two of you always shared dreams like this?” Alana asked, changing the subject for a moment to keep Noah from losing his temper—something she felt that was close at hand.
“No. Well…at least not until you,” Aiden replied, and Alana frowned at him as though he’d grown three heads. “When you came along is when it started. This isn’t the first dream you’ve shared with us either.”
She raised an eyebrow, and her heart skipped a beat. She had a feeling she knew which dream he would say it was. “The sex dream,” she whispered.
Aiden nodded. “Yeah.”
Alana dropped her hand from Noah’s arm like a dead weight. “Okay, this is just getting to be way too weird.”
“No kidding,” Noah grumbled.
She narrowed her eyes as she looked at Noah. “Back to the dream tonight. You knew your attacker. I felt it.”
Noah shook his head. “I honestly don’t remember. If I did know the person, I have no idea who it is now.”
“Well then why—”
Noah slung the covers back and stood so quickly, Alana almost jumped out of her skin.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he mumbled before heading to the bathroom.
“Haven’t you already had a shower?” she called after him.
“I need another.”
Alana watched him go, shocked at his sudden exit. “What the hell just happened?” she whispered as she stared wide-eyed at the closed bathroom door.
Aiden leaned his back against the headboard and readjusted the covers around his waist. “He just needs some space. For whatever reason, he’s fighting the memory.”
She glanced at Aiden over her shoulder. “Why?”
Aiden shrugged. “Whatever it is he’s trying not to remember must be terrible. I remember bits of the dream. The anguish, the surprise. If he does remember, it will be bad, that much I can tell.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if he did?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
Aiden pursed his lips for a brief second before answering. “On who it is.”
Alana huffed and turned on the bed to face Aiden. Despite all that had happened and seemed to keep happening, she couldn’t seem to stop staring at his chest. His hard, smooth, tan…
Okay, she had to stop this.
Rolling her eyes, she moved to lean her back against the headboard next to him. Grabbing the sheets, she lifted them to cover her breasts and tried to make herself comfortable and, above all, indifferent to the hunk beside her.
“You seem a little distracted, sunshine. What’s up?” Aiden asked.
She slanted a look through the corner of her eyes. “This all isn’t strange to you? The dreams. The memories. The weird connection between the three of us.”
“Noah and I have had this weird connection for years now. To be honest, the added third doesn’t feel off at all, but right. It’s sort of like we’re complete now, whereas before we weren’t.”
“Do you realize how crazy that sounds? How crazy all this sounds?”
“Yeah, but I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t notice.”
Alana snickered. “Kind of hard not to, Aiden.”
Aiden took her hand in his and lifted it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. His lips were warm against her skin, and she couldn’t stop the tiny shiver of delight that ran up her spine.
“We take things a day at a time. That’s all we can do. The connection may weaken with time, or it may strengthen. We have no idea. We just have to roll with it, get to know one another, and see where it all takes us.”
Alana’s lips twitched slightly. She wished she could be as assured as Aiden appeared to be. She worried about Noah, though. Something terrible was about to happen. She could feel it deep in her gut and didn’t have a clue what to do about it.
* * *
“Oh my God! She’s alive!”
Alana dropped her purse into the chair and slanted a look of annoyance toward Tray. He sat in one of the office chairs they’d brought into their suite, swinging it back and forth and grinning at her like the cat who’d just eaten the canary.
“Well, it looks as though you can still walk. How’s sitting?” Tray asked.
Lisa snorted and almost choked on her coffee. She lifted her hand and covered her mouth quickly before swallowing and bursting into a peal of laughter.
“Both of you are impossible,” Alana replied.
“Not impossible,” Tray countered. “Easy.”
Alana rolled her eyes. She loved Tray, but sometimes he could be a real pain in the backside. After a night of little sleep and exhausting sex, she really wasn’t in the mood.
“How’s the editing?” she asked, changing the subject.
“Slow. Interesting. Enlightening.”
Unzipping her jacket, she raised an eyebrow. “Enlightening? How so?”
“There’s a lot of activity in that house, some of which I’m not so sure isn’t human.”
She walked over to the table, intrigued. “Like what?”
“Check this out,” Tray said as he twirled the chair back around and turned on the laptop with the infrared footage. His fingers flew quickly over the keys, opening the program he needed.
Alana watched the screen as a picture came up. “Where is this?” she asked, trying to make out the images she was seeing. The only bad thing about infrared was unless you knew what you were looking at, sometimes it was hard to make it out.
“This is the second-floor hallway.”
As she watched, a heat signature in the shape of a man walked across the hall, then a few seconds later, he stepped from one of the bedrooms and into what appeared to be the wall.
Alana drew in a sharp breath. “That’s not paranormal. Are you sure no one was up there?”
“Look at the time stamp. We were all in the front yard, present and accounted for.”
“Someone was in that house,” she murmured. “But who? Do you think it was the person who attacked Lisa?”
“I don’t know, but at least we know where the entrance is to the secret passage on the second floor. All we have to do now is figure out how to open it.” Tray smiled devilishly. “Want to head out there?”
“What? Now?”
Tray shrugged. “Sure. Lisa can stay here and help finish up the editing—”
“Thanks for consulting me, Tray,” Lisa called.
Tray waved a hand, ignoring her. “Besides, the time alone will give us a chance to talk.”
“Don’t think I can talk to you in front of Lisa?” Alana teased.
Tray leaned in close. “You tell me more than you do her, and you know it. I just thought you might want to talk, especially after last night.”
“I’m fine,” she whispered, giving him a pointed look. Her gaze softened, and she leaned and kissed him on the cheek. “But I appreciate the concern. And honestly…sitting is a little rough today.”
Tray chuckled. “Welcome to my world.”
“Really?” she purred. “And here I always thought you were the pitcher.”
This time Tray laughed. “I sometimes like to mix it up a bit.” He chucked her affectionately under the chin.
“What are the two of you over here pl
otting?” Lisa asked as she walked over and dropped a flash drive onto the table.
“I’m trying to convince Alana to make her little threesome a foursome,” Tray replied.
Alana snorted. “I don’t think I could handle another penis wagging in my face, thank you very much. Two is quite enough.”
Lisa giggled. “What I wouldn’t give to have your dilemma.”
“I have to admit,” she said, thoughtfully. “It wasn’t quite what I expected.”
“Is that good or bad?” Lisa asked with concern.
“Good, I guess. There’s just some things I’m still not sure about.”
Like their connection. The strange feelings of contentment and belonging. The weird way she could tell what they were thinking. Last night, it had all felt completely overwhelming, but now that there was some space between them, some distance, the feelings had lessened, allowing her to think a little more clearly.
In the beginning she hadn’t really believed them about their connection, but now…now that she’d experienced it herself…
She should be honest with herself. She still didn’t know what to think. Who would’ve ever imagined such a thing?
Tray stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her upper arms, holding her close in a comforting hug that always made her feel secure. “Hey,” he whispered. “We’re here for you if you want to talk, vent, or otherwise let off steam. ’Kay?”
Alana smiled and patted his arm. “’Kay.”
He placed a quick kiss on her cheek before dropping his arms. “Are we headed to the house, or are you chickening out?”
“I don’t want to leave Lisa alone.”
“I’m not alone,” Lisa replied as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
“Well, you’re not alone right now,” Alana reminded her good-naturedly.
“Well, duh,” she mumbled, making Alana giggle. “I meant the other tech guys are here. I’ll be fine.” She smiled at Alana as she placed the coffeepot back onto the counter. “I promise. Go on, have fun, explore.”
Alana could tell by the tone of her friend’s voice the smile was mostly fake. She walked over and placed her hands on her shoulders.
“You’re not fooling me or anyone else,” Alana said.
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