ClaimMe

by Calista Fox

  She relaxed a little.

  He added, “Nor will you hurt me or Jude, because we’re shifters.”

  The mere idea of tasting their blood sent a wicked shiver down her spine. Cray’s head tilted to the side, a silent offer. She stared at the veins running along his throat. She wanted to bite him. Actually, it became more of a primal need than a desire.

  But she said, “I can’t. I’ve never tasted human blood, nor do I want to. Ever.”

  “We’re not technically human, Jane,” Jude said.

  “Do it,” Cray whispered. “It’s one more thing that binds us together.”

  A hint of fear crept along the edges of her excitement. Her breathing quickened and her clit tingled. She licked her lips in anticipation, but still hedged. “What if I can’t stop?”

  “You will,” Cray assured her. “It’s just a sample, so you’ll know how we taste.”

  Her gaze shifted to Jude. “Are you sure about this? Because if I bite him, I’ll have to bite you as well.” Part and parcel of the balance they had to maintain. They’d both become an algebra equation. What she did to one, she had to do to the other.

  “Your biting us is sort of the equivalent of us imprinting on you. Cray’s right. It is another form of intimate and innate connection. Another eternal attachment.”

  Jane wanted desperately to believe in “eternal attachment”. She wanted to believe the three of them would always be together. That they would never leave her or be taken from her, like Sean.

  Dare she believe that?

  Cray said in his low tone, “Imprint on us, Jane. Solidify the bond.”

  The white-hot craving was impossible to deny. She leaned toward him. He still had one arm around her waist and a hand on her breast. Her head dipped and her lips brushed along his throat. She inhaled his scent. Male heat and a musky cologne mingled with his distinct shifter smell. The rich aroma was intoxicating. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her mouth opened. When her fangs sank into his flesh, passion jolted her to the core of her being. She pulled away almost instantly as she was consumed by lust and desire. And a sexual hunger so potent, it made her insides light up again.

  With her eyes still closed and her head falling back once more, she let the taste of Cray slide down her throat and seep into her soul. Her pussy throbbed with the need to feel him inside her, moving slowly and languidly, the way he kissed her.

  Cray groaned. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her. In his beautiful blue irises, she saw the same lust and desire that burned within her.

  “What do you want, Jane?” he asked.

  “I want you to make love to me.” Her gaze slid to Jude and she added, “Then I want you to fuck me.”

  She all ready knew there’d be a vast difference in the way each of them pleasured her. Their techniques would be as varied as their kissing, as opposite as their personalities.

  With them, Jane would get the best of both worlds.

  Cray stood and held a hand out to her. He guided her over to the large chaise lounge sitting at an angle in one corner of the room. She lay back on the plush cushion as Cray rid himself of the rest of his clothing.

  They didn’t bother with a condom. They were all immortal. They didn’t contract diseases and she couldn’t get pregnant.

  When he was naked, she marveled over his perfectly sculpted physique. He was positively breathtaking. Her gaze dropped to his hard cock and she let out an unchecked sigh of appreciation. And longing.

  “You’re magnificent,” she said to him.

  One corner of his mouth lifted. “Something tells me this is going to be a very snug fit.”

  Jane had no doubt.

  He lifted one of her legs and rested the back of her calf against his shoulder. The head of his cock pressed to her opening and Jane bit back the urge to beg him to thrust into her. She reminded herself she wanted it slow and easy with Cray.

  As his thick shaft sank into her, a small cry fell from her lips. He filled and stretched her and it was an amazing sensation. He leaned toward her, pressing her thigh almost to her breast, spreading her wider. The large hand on the calf resting against his shoulder moved down and around to her backside. He cupped her ass cheek and lifted her slightly off the sofa as he pushed deeper into her.

  Jane’s fingers grazed the spot on his throat where she’d bitten him. The wound had already healed, though the skin held a small discoloration, almost like a birthmark. It was her mark. She’d done more than imprint on him. She’d branded him.

  The thought thrilled her as much as Cray’s cock inside her did.

  Wrapping a hand around his neck, she pulled him closer to her. “You’re not hurting me,” she told him.

  The tense look on his face eased. “You’re just so damn tiny. And tight.”

  From the sofa, a strangled sound slipped from Jude’s mouth.

  “Sorry,” Cray said to him, without breaking eye contact with Jane.

  Apparently convinced he wasn’t causing her any pain, he dragged her leg from his shoulder and settled between her parted thighs.

  Jane moaned. “Oh God, that feels so good.”

  His body pressed to hers was the most heavenly thing she’d experienced in five decades. He was warm and rigid and virile. Emotion welled within her and tears stung the backs of her eyes, but she fought the drops. She could easily weep over the beauty of the moment and the fact that she’d finally gotten what she’d yearned for…what she’d believed would never be hers again. But then Cray would fear he truly was hurting her and of course she didn’t want that.

  Her arms circled his neck as he moved inside her, his cock pushing deep as their bodies fell into a leisurely, seductive rhythm. She draped a leg over his hips, holding him tightly against her body as he made love to her. Her breasts flattened against his muscular chest and one of his hands slipped around to her backside again. He palmed her cheek as he drove a little harder into her.

  His lips swept over her throat, and then his mouth covered hers. He kissed her as deeply as he buried himself inside her.

  Jane’s arms and leg around him tightened. She literally couldn’t get close enough to him, couldn’t get enough of him. His cock stroked her inner walls and she squeezed him hard, forcing a grunt from him as he broke their kiss. He was breathing heavy and that aroused her even more.

  “You like being in my pussy, don’t you?”

  He groaned. “Tight and wet, what’s not to like?”

  As he stared into her eyes, she asked, “You don’t mind my cold skin?”

  “It’s cool against mine, yes. But that’s refreshing because I’m on fire.” He gave her another long, languorous kiss and then added, “Besides, you’re warm in all the right places. Your mouth, your pussy. And everything else inside you.”

  She swept away a lock of sandy brown hair from his forehead. “You’re sweet.”

  “I’m falling in love with you, Jane.”

  His words reverberated deep within her, spreading more warmth through her veins. She could swear somewhere along the line, she’d been transformed back into a human.

  “You make me feel like a woman, not a vampire.”

  “Jane, you are all woman.” He thrust into her to make his point.

  She gasped as liquid fire raged through her from head to toe. “You’re going to make me come again.”

  “And again and again.”

  Her toes tingled. Her head fell back against the plump pillow and she moved with him in their sensual, sultry rhythm until it seemed their pleasure twined together and they hastened the pace, increasing the tempo of their erotic cadence before they reached an explosive crescendo that made Jane cry out his name as a low growl fell from his lips.

  His body pulsed and quaked above hers and Jane’s own body shook. She didn’t relinquish her hold on him, just kept him solidly pressed to her as his hot seed flooded her cunt and a sizzling sensation danced along her skin yet again and down her spine.

  She had no idea how much time passed. Her fa
ce was buried in the crook between his shoulder and neck and her breathing matched his erratic panting, with seemingly no potential for slowing.

  His arms wrapped around her waist and he held her possessively, which clearly did not sit right with Jude.

  He cleared his throat, bringing their attention to him. And sparking Jane’s dark yearnings all over again.

  Cray released her and withdrew from her and she slipped from the chaise lounge. Her heart felt light and unburdened for the first time since Sean’s death, but her passion still burned bright.

  Jude was on his feet and out of his clothes in a flash. He was equally magnificent, though of course in a different way than Cray.

  Tanned skin covered his lean muscles and a fine layer of dark-brown hair spread across his wide chest and trailed downward in a narrow line to his navel. She touched the silky fur, thinking he must look sleek and predatory as a wolf. Her fingertips grazed the soft hair all the way down his corrugated abs and then farther south to his cock. He was rock-hard and as impressive size-wise as Cray.

  Sinking to her knees before him, she wrapped her fingers around his base and then dragged her tongue slowly up his shaft before her mouth closed over his head.

  Jude let out a terse sound that was half-growl, half-grunt. His hips jerked at her touch and his hands gripped her shoulders.

  She took him deep in her mouth, sucking hard.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said in his alpha voice. “Suck my cock.”

  Electric bolts zapped all of her erogenous zones at once. Whereas Cray awakened her sensual side, Jude sparked her carnal cravings. He elicited raw and forbidden needs that made her want to do crazy-wicked things with him. To him.

  Her hand on the base of his cock slid down to his balls and she massaged them with a little more pressure than she would have ever used on Sean when he was human. She knew Jude could take it and, in fact, would respond positively to it. Indeed, his body jolted again and his grip on her shoulders tightened.

  Still pleasuring him with her mouth, she rolled his sac and then gave a little tug on it that made his legs tremble.

  It was a game between them, plain and simple. He was an alpha and he wanted to dominate her. Jane wasn’t opposed to that… Well, except for the fact that she was too strong-willed to submit completely. And she proved that to him, nearly bringing him to his knees as she continued to suck him hard and deep.

  But he’d only allow her so much leeway.

  “Enough,” he ground out, though his tone suggested he was reluctant to put a stop to what she was doing. He hauled her to her feet, regardless.

  She clamped down on her lower lip to keep her smile at bay. But the gloating vanished as heat flowed through her. She’d succeeded in pushing out a lot of his pain and now he positively oozed a decadent arousal that engulfed her in flames.

  So much for keeping the upper hand for more than a minute. She could knock him off the mountain with her mouth on his cock, but he could retaliate with animal magnetism.

  He knew the game she played, apparently. He said, “I want you on all fours.”

  “And what about what I want?” she countered.

  His grin was downright wicked. “Oh I’ll give you what you want. Anything and everything. Starting now.”

  Oh.

  Exhilaration burst deep in her cunt. Anticipation teased her nipples tight. And good old-fashioned lust made her do exactly as he instructed. She crawled onto the sofa on all fours. He moved behind her, one knee on the cushion, the other foot on the floor to brace himself. He palmed an ass cheek with a large hand while the fingers of the other one caressed her labia, then rubbed her clit.

  Jane had to admit, if a girl was going to give up some of her sexual power, this was certainly a pleasurable way in which to do it.

  Jude’s touch was much more forceful than Cray’s. It had an edgy quality to it. A dark intensity as powerful and evocative as his fierce passion. He pushed two fingers into her wet pussy and stroked her inner walls with confidence and the same possessiveness Cray had demonstrated with his post-coital hug.

  They’d have to work on the semantics a bit to ease some of this territorial behavior. Not that she minded how they each claimed her. But in this unexpected and unusual threesome, they all belonged to one another now.

  When Jude worked a third finger into her narrow cunt, she moaned. His other hand left her ass and moved around to the front of her. He fingered her clit in time with the quick stroking of her pussy.

  Jane gripped the armrest of the sofa to steady herself against his aggressive ministrations and the vibrating of her body. She responded vehemently to his assertive, alpha nature. It was thrilling and a tiny bit dangerous to allow him to have so much control over her. But…the thrill factor definitely reigned supreme.

  Sharp breaths of air pushed from lungs that hadn’t functioned at full capacity since she’d become a vampire. Her fingernails ripped the cushioned armrest of the sofa as she clawed at it. Throaty moans and strangled cries of pleasure filled the quiet room. It was soundproofed, luckily, though there were speakers to bring in the club’s house music when wanted.

  Just as Jude took her right to the edge, he withdrew his fingers.

  “Oh no fair,” Jane whined in a breathless voice. “I was so close.”

  She glanced at him over her shoulder to find a very interesting look on his devilishly handsome face. A cross between arousal and amusement.

  He was good at this power game.

  “Fine,” she murmured. “Have your way with me.”

  Triumphant, he said, “I don’t think you’ll complain.”

  “I know I won’t complain.” She shivered with an eagerness that gripped her very soul. “Do it,” she told him. “Take me.”

  She didn’t have to ask him twice. His visage changed to that dark, edgy expression she found so dynamic and titillating. He clasped her waist, his large hands nearly encircling it. The fleeting seconds between the tip of his cock pressing against her anus and his shaft thrusting deep into her were excruciatingly long.

  Jane cried out as a wave of all new and explosive sensations rocked her.

  Jude stilled.

  She hissed.

  He chuckled. “Just making sure I didn’t hurt you.”

  “Stop checking,” she said through the haze of erotic feelings coursing through her.

  He did as he was told. He pulled almost all the way out of her and then thrust back in, again and again.

  Jane shredded the armrest with her nails. At one point, her fangs sank into the cushion as she lifted her ass high in the air for Jude to fill. As he moved inside her, both of his hands slid to the front of her. Two long fingers penetrated her pussy, stroking quickly and forcefully. The pads of two other fingers worked her clit.

  Jane’s back arched and her ass ground against his pelvis. There was absolutely no way to process all the mind-blowing sensations racing through her at once. So she literally held onto the damaged sofa for dear life and let him take her to all new heights of desire.

  “That’s it,” she told him. “Oh God, fuck me hard.”

  He did, and within seconds, she was coming again, screaming his name.

  Jude let out a cross between a growl and a howl as he came with her, his body convulsing behind hers.

  Yes, indeed. It was a damn good thing the walls were soundproof.

  Chapter Three

  Words escaped her. Coherent thought eluded her. Even her breath had fled her following that outrageously earth-shattering orgasm.

  Ten minutes must have passed before she realized she needed air. She gulped in a mouthful and tried to climb out of the passion-induced fog clouding her mind. Her body hummed with electrifying energy and her heart seemed to have swelled and taken on more life than was normal or necessary for a vampire to exist. It felt full and ripe and healthy. And it pounded erratically. Like a human’s, following intense physical and emotional exertion.

  From the spot where she was curled up on the r
avaged sofa, she watched as Jude crossed to the private bathroom, thinking his backside was as dreamy as his front. When he returned, she thought no man or wolf could be so disarming. But then her gaze slid to Cray, sitting patiently on the chaise where she’d left him, and amended her thought. Clearly there were two men who could be equally disarming.

  Jude sat on the end of the sofa she hadn’t destroyed and she got on all fours again and crawled over to him. She did more than that, really. She climbed onto him as he sprawled in the corner, their limbs twining as he pulled her to him. She loved the warmth of his skin and the familiarity of his touch. There was nothing tentative between them.

  His head rested on a large pillow. He lifted his chin and made the same silent offer to her that Cray had.

  Jane had been prompted to taste Cray’s blood in the heat of passion, but with Jude, it was a more rational decision. Not that she regretted biting Cray. She wanted to be bound to him. To Jude as well.

  The tip of her tongue made little circles against his neck, teasing the skin before she sank her fangs into him. His hands gripped her biceps, but she was sure it was from pleasure, not because he was worried she wouldn’t be able to stop. She was perfectly in control of her thirst, surprising as that was to her. She drank just enough to coat her tongue and let it ooze down her throat, as she’d done with Cray.

  Euphoria seeped through her veins and she dropped her forehead to his broad shoulder. Her fingers grazed the silky hair on his chest as she licked her lips.

  Jude sighed lustily as his arms wrapped around her. “You understand everything has changed. We can’t leave Manhattan without you.”

  She snuggled more deeply in his engulfing embrace. “I’m not tied to New York.”

  “What about Drake?” Cray asked as he crossed the room, moving closer to them. He sat in the middle of the sofa, one arm draped along the back, one hand on Jane’s hip.

  “He has a wife. I’d told him earlier that I wanted to run Body Scenes while he travels with Shana, but he’ll understand my change of heart. And he’ll either stay here or close the club. It’s only open once a month anyway. He’ll manage.”