Mia relaxed. They were aware of her state already and they were both looking at her with a hungry gleam in their eyes.
“Spanish, hmm?” Wyatt murmured. “Venga aquí,” he told Mia and instead of making her come to him as he’d ordered, he picked her up. He was on his knees, his legs spread and made her straddle his thighs. He kissed her, one warm hand on her ass, the other in her hair, his tongue thrusting into her mouth.
Mia fell into the kiss. She could feel Alexander’s warmth behind her, then his hands on her back, then her ass, sliding into her cleft and soaking up her cream.
She gasped into Wyatt’s mouth, breaking the kiss. Wyatt smiled against her lips and calmly began to kiss and nibble his way along her mouth and face, her jawline, her ears and neck, while Alexander stroked her exposed cleft from clit to ass, sparing not a single inch.
Mia writhed in Wyatt’s arms, moaning and gasping at Alexander’s probing touch. When he had traversed her entire length, Wyatt and Alexander turned her around so that she was facing Alexander, her thighs once more spread across Wyatt’s legs, her back against his chest.
Her breath was unsteady as she looked at Alex. She trembled.
Alex’s cock was a deep red and his eyes looked sleepy with arousal.
“Fuck me, please,” she whispered.
Alexander lifted her hips and she felt Wyatt’s hands beneath her, supporting her, too.
Alex’s cock pushed against her cunt lips and she sucked in a deep breath, choppy with nearly unbearable excitement. “Now,” she pleaded. “Hard.”
He shook his head. “I want to feel every fraction of an inch. I want to remember it.” He eased his way into her so slowly she could feel the tissues of her pussy parting, the hot walls separating, pulsing around the turgid head of his cock and gripping the shaft, the elastic entrance trying to tighten around him. Mia felt her control jitter apart as Alexander’s cock finally came to rest inside her. She clawed at him, her clitoris throbbing.
“Oh God, please just fuck me,” she begged.
His eyes were dark, the blue almost totally consumed by the irises and she realized that the animal, the vampire, was very close to the surface. “Wyatt?” she whispered.
“He’s in control,” Wyatt murmured by her ear. “He’s just wanted to fuck you for so long that he’s dropped into sensory overload. Animal instincts. He’s running on pure feelings.” He kissed her neck. “Let yourself go. You’ll love it, and I’m here.”
Mia hooked her arm around Alex’s neck and took a breath. “Fuck me,” she demanded and bit his neck.
His answering growl was accompanied by a deep, hard thrust of his cock that caught her breath. His hands tightened on her hips and his cock pumped in and out of her. She could feel her pussy caressing it as it slid in and out with each stroke. Because of the angle Alex held her hips every time he buried himself to the hilt his pelvis pushed up against her hyper-alert, swollen and moist clit peeping beyond its hood. Silvery sparks would flare. Deep pleasure was building. She was going to climax.
Wyatt’s hands slid up to her breasts and rolled the nipples and she cried aloud. Sensory overload…she was a victim too. She sank into the building swell of her orgasm. Alex was pounding into her now, his hips working hard.
“Come for us, Mia,” Wyatt whispered.
She could feel the shape of it, like a subterranean bubble, lifting her. She held out her hand and two hands grasped it, one on either side. She squeezed hard as her climax exploded across her body. She could feel her pussy clamping down on Alex’s cock, rippling across its length.
“Ah, dear god,” he groaned, a very human sound and came in great convulsive jerks, his hips thrusting heavily.
There was a whisper of a sigh from Wyatt too.
Alexander withdrew from her and propped himself up on one arm. He was shaking. After a moment he brushed his thumb over her jaw, then brought her face to his and kissed her. “Beautiful Mia.”
She was still resting with her back against Wyatt, who seemed to have the endurance and strength to hold her that way forever. But Alexander settled himself in front of them, his long legs spread around Wyatt’s knees, and nodded. “Ready,” he murmured and held out his arms.
Wyatt brushed Mia’s hair from her forehead and kissed her temple. “Over you go.” He picked her up around the waist like she was a toy and passed her over to Alex. Alexander kissed her and turned her around, spreading her legs once more.
Dark excitement speared her, as Alex stroked along her pussy entrance, gathering the copious amounts of cream that spilled from her and spread it around her anus. His finger probed inside her ass, pushing the lubricant inside and she whimpered, clutching at his thighs.
Wyatt’s chest lifted sharply as he sucked in a breath. “Son of a bitch. I could come just watching you do that to her,” he whispered. “Mia, honey, try to hold on, huh? I have to be inside you before we all come, or this isn’t going to work.”
She was trembling, her body zapping with flares of excitement as Alexander gripped her hips and guided his cock up against her. Her clitoris was throbbing with heavy bass beats and Wyatt was feeling all of it. So was Alex.
Wyatt pushed closer to them, his cock jutting against her mons. His breath was heavy and his hands on her thighs hot and unsteady.
Alexander eased the head of his cock into her, spreading the tight ring of her ass open. He slid into her, making her groan with the deep satisfaction it gave her and close her eyes. She rested her head back against his chest. “Perfect,” she whispered and felt his thumb brush her jaw again.
She looked at Wyatt. “Now you. That’s how it works, right? We all join inside me.”
Wyatt kissed her briefly, then slipped his cock into the crowded entrance to her pussy. Sweat dotted his temple as he gripped her hips and eased his way inside, fighting for room alongside Alexander’s cock lodged in her ass.
Mia held her breath as Wyatt pushed into her. She had prepared for this moment all her adult life, even though she had not known it was in her future. She had read about such intimacy and fantasized about it. She had used dildos and imagined. But she had not come close to understanding what it would be like to have two men inside her.
The sensation of complete fullness was overwhelming. It drew attention to her neglected clit, which begged for care. But once those sensations subsided, she felt only the joy of being possessed by both these men at once, surrounded and protected by them, one on either side. She looked up at them both, wanting to weep with the power of the emotion sweeping through her. “I was wrong. This is perfect.”
Alex’s hand was in her hair, bending her head back so that he could kiss her. “Don’t ever leave me,” he said roughly. “Stay with us.”
“Always,” she said simply and meant it.
Wyatt’s hand replaced Alex’s and her head was turned gently. Wyatt’s lips replaced Alex’s. “I must have you or go mad,” he said. “You have to stay.”
Alexander lifted his wrist to his mouth. He looked at her. “Don’t watch me now.”
Wyatt put a hand on her shoulder. “She needs to see you all ways.”
She twisted, glad of her innate flexibility and put her hand on his neck. “Go on, Alex. Bite. Let me see your teeth.”
“They’re called incisors, in the trade,” Wyatt murmured.
Alexander took a breath, his chest lifting. Then his top lip lifted and the two long teeth descended, white and sharp. He bit into his own wrist and the flesh tore with an audible rip that made Mia shudder. Suddenly, Alexander’s eyes dilated and turned black.
Animal instincts.
He lifted his mouth away from his wrist and his top lip was bloody. He held his wrist, trailing fresh blood, out to Wyatt. “You have to drink,” he said quietly. Calmly.
Mia could feel her heart thudding like a runaway train. Somehow, she had known that this would be part of it. Sex, sealed with a mini-vampire ritual. But not just vampire. If her awakening instincts were right, they would each have to sip from t
he blood of all for the bonding to cement properly. All blood mingled together.
She breathed in air, reaching for calm. She would do it, she knew. This was the final step and she would be with Alexander—and Wyatt, the other half of her life so newly discovered. One final step and it was done. She would do it.
But Alexander was holding his wrist out to Wyatt.
Wyatt was staring at the bleeding wrist, his throat working. He made no move to take Alexander’s wrist.
“You have to drink it, Wyatt,” Mia explained. “It’s not a making. There’s not enough blood. Just a mouthful.”
Wyatt shook his head. “What will I become?”
“I don’t know. No one does,” Alex said patiently.
Wyatt drew back. “I can’t.” He pulled his cock from Mia and scrambled from the bed. “I just can’t do it. Not without knowing. Not after Julie…” He looked at them both, shook his head one last time, turned and hurried down the stairs.
“Wyatt! Don’t leave the apartment!” Alexander called after him. He patted Mia’s hip. “Up. We’ll have to go after him.”
“He wouldn’t leave, would he?” Mia asked, easing herself off Alex’s cock. His bitten wrist had already healed over, she saw.
“That’s exactly what he’d do. He’s too used to being alone.” Alexander hesitated, glancing at her. “Well, you’re going to get to see this sooner or later. I need to move fast. You go and get your boots and coat and head for the front door.”
Puzzled, she began to do what he suggested and then stopped. For Alexander began to move fast. She was able to follow what he was doing but only barely. He dressed completely in the time it took her to reach the head of the stairs, then picked her up and carried her down to the main floor. There, he dressed her—sans panties—including her stockings, dress, boots, coat, gloves, scarf and hat and had her standing facing the front door within two minutes. It felt like a miniature gale had been plucking at her, while a puppeteer had been playing with her limbs.
“I’m not sure I want to do that too often,” she said breathlessly.
Alexander frowned as he put on his own coat. “He still beat us out the door. Son of a bitch moves fast when he wants to.”
“His reaction times are speeding up because of the bonding,” Mia said. “We tested them. Mine are faster—just. But mine have always been fast.”
Alexander curled his hand around her elbow. “You’re coming with me, because I don’t want you out of my sight right now but it’s risky for any of us to be outside the apartment before the bonding is completed. Don’t get separated from me, okay?”
Mia nodded. The fear in his eyes was enough to warn her, even if his words had not conveyed the message.
They hurried down to street level and Alexander paused on the pavement, turning his head from left to right. She saw him sniffing carefully and realized he was searching for Wyatt’s scent.
He picked up Mia’s hand. “This way,” he murmured and pulled her into the night.
What time is it? She wondered. She’d had no sleep and didn’t feel the need for any. Adrenaline was propping her up, plus the power of the bonding process. She glanced at a digital display in a shop window. Four thirty-five a.m. No wonder the streets were so deserted. The snow was still falling in thick, silent fat flakes and with the diminished traffic the roads were covered with white now too. Everything was muffled.
“The park. Of course,” Alexander said, crossing the road. Central Park loomed up, across the intersection. “Animals of all varieties there.”
Mia’s heart began to labor for more reasons than the loping run Alexander was keeping her at. In her peripheral vision, she thought she could see shadows moving, keeping up with them. “Alex!”
“I know,” he said grimly, as if he could read her alarm. “They were waiting for something like this to happen.”
“Who?”
“The Grimoré.”
“Wyatt’s all alone in there!”
“Not for long. Can you sprint for a bit?”
“Yes!”
He ran faster, bringing Mia up to an all-out sprint and they ran into the park, their steps eerily silent. Now they could see traces of Wyatt’s trail, already being covered by falling snow. He had ignored the paths—they were covered by snow anyway and couldn’t been seen—and had headed straight for the copse of trees and privacy.
“There,” Alexander said.
Mia kept her breath for running.
Straight ahead, Wyatt was standing at the edge of the trees, bathed in the ghostly glow of moonlight bouncing up from the snow. He was talking to a statuesque, beautiful blonde women in her mid-thirties. She looked like she was crying and as Mia watched, Wyatt reached out to rest his hands on her shoulders. He looked distressed.
The woman glanced at them and even though the moonlight bathed her too, nothing reached her eyes. They were all black.
Evil.
Mia moaned. “Alex!”
She heard him rumble in his throat, a half-animal sound. A quiet snick sounded – it was his knife dropping from the wrist holster to his hand.
The woman looked back at Wyatt. She was right next to him, her hands against his chest, her fingers curling against his flesh. They were at least a hundred yards away and the shadows that had moved to surround Alex and Mia would jump on them the moment they did anything to help Wyatt.
They were completely outnumbered.
Mia stopped running. Alexander felt the tug on his hand and spun to face her. “What?”
“Compute this,” she said, pulling out the Glock that had been sitting in her pocket since that afternoon. She lined it up on the woman next to Wyatt. They’d never reach her by running but a bullet would…if Mia could aim straight.
“Don’t miss,” Alex whispered. He’d figured the odds correctly. His gift for calculating probabilities told him they had no choice but to risk this long shot.
Icy calm descended. She had fired guns before but only in fun. She hoped the bonding would lend her extra ability now. She focused on the woman’s temple, on the pulse pounding there, on the pores, the hairs lifting in the cold…and fired.
The woman staggered and slapped a hand to her head. She whirled to face Mia, presenting a bigger target. Mia aimed for the heart and squeezed off another five shots. The woman went down, holding her chest.
Wyatt cried out like a man in mortal agony, fell to his knees next to her and leaned over her. “Julie! No!”
Suddenly it fell into place. A demon in disguise.
Shadows rustled and moved around them. The Grimoré were on the move.
Mia closed her eyes and thought of the tall, red-headed woman who had kissed her cheek earlier that evening. She gathered all her energy and mentally cried out her name.
Seaveth! We need you!
Then she sprinted for Wyatt’s side, the Glock still in her hand.
Wyatt was brushing the demon’s face, holding her hand, as the creature gasped for breath, pretending to be mortally wounded.
Alex crouched down next to Wyatt. “It’s a demon, Wyatt. They lured you away. They were going to kill you, to destroy the trinity. Look at its eyes.”
Wyatt shook his head. He looked like a man about to fall apart.
Mia backed up next to them, looking around. The shadows were closing in.
Then, right next to her, the air fanned her face. Abruptly, Seaveth, Lindál and Zachariah were standing there, Lindál with his arms about the other two. Seaveth and Zack stepped away from the elf, looking around, and Seaveth put her hand to her temple. “Ohmigod, now I know how the others feel when I do that to them. It’s like a hook in the mind. You have to go now, no matter what you’re doing.”
Zack and Lindál spread out, moving in a loose circle, eyeing the shadows. “Grimoré?” Zack murmured.
“I’m guessing,” Lindál.
The shadows seemed to shrink back as they circled the tableau at the edge of the trees.
Seaveth took in Alex and Wyatt and her eyes f
illed with tears. “Oh no…” She straightened. “It must be done,” she said simply, looking at Mia. “You know that.”
Mia nodded.
“Good.” Seaveth looked around. “We’ll keep them at bay. I’ve called the others. They’ll be here in a moment.” She pulled a long knife out of her boot. For the first time Mia noticed that under her long coat Seaveth wore boots and little else. Seaveth took her place in the rough triangle of the first trinity protecting Mia, Wyatt and Alexander.
Mia pocketed the gun and turned back to Wyatt and Alexander.
Alexander spoke to Wyatt as if nothing had happened around them. “If it was really Julie, she should have died with Mia’s first bullet to the temple. Think about it, Wyatt. You’re a hunter. You know Julie died years ago. She couldn’t come back, not after all this time.” Alex put his hand on Wyatt’s shoulder. “You have to put your iron knife through its heart, Wyatt. That’s not Julie, so don’t think of it that way.”
Wyatt ground the heel of his hand into his eye socket. “I can’t.”
“You have to be the one to do it. She was touching your heart. I saw her hand on your chest. You have to push the knife home. You know the law better than I do.”
A mild wind pushed chilled flakes of snow across Mia’s face and she looked up. The clearing around the trees was suddenly full of cloaked elves, none of them in human dress. Seaveth had said she’d called “others”. These elves were the others, called so swiftly they’d had no chance to dress in human clothing or disguise their elven features. They quickly oriented themselves and turned to face the threat, their backs to Wyatt and Alexander.
The Grimoré shadows withdrew even further.
Mia turned back to Wyatt, her first priority, and followed an instinct. She stretched her arms around his shoulders and hugged him from behind, barely able to get her arms around him. “That thing is not Julie. You have to let her go. Just get your knife out. Take out your knife, Wyatt.”
He moved sluggishly. Slowly he dug the black, ugly knife from an inner pocket of his coat. He gripped it, his knuckles white. The creature on the ground saw it and began to plead. “Wyatt, what are you doing? It’s me, Julie! Please, you wouldn’t do that to me, would you? What are you doing? Wyatt, I love you!”
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