by S A Clements
Whatever it was, it worked for him, worked for his cock, which was trying to drill a hole through the kid to Law.
Smooth as whipped butter, Law pulled away and turned the kid, lips sealing over the hot little mouth so Troy could have his turn. The scent of need was so damned strong. He nuzzled the kid's neck, the stubble from the five o'clock shadow tickling his lips before his teeth found the right place to strike, to sink in and feed him. The kid panted, hands clutching at both of them, his heart just racing. Troy could hear Law, murmuring something against the kid's mouth, too low to actually make out words.
He sucked easily, not taking too much, not more than a couple of steaks could help, but enough that he felt like he was flying. Both him and Law knew when it was time to move on, but they left the kid with a smile on his face and a wet spot in his jeans. A little arrhythmia for a few minutes was probably worth that.
"Oh, man. Needed that." They stumbled down the street a little, both of them bowlegged from the hard-ons. That wasn't the only thing they needed. "Uh-huh. We could find someone else..." But Law's fingers had clamped around his wrist so the guy could drag him into an alley. His back hit a crumbling brick wall, and Law hit his front, humping against him.
His nails clawed down the length of Law's back, scraping hard. "This'll work, honey. Just fine." He was hard as set-up cement.
"Yeah. Yeah, it will." Law kissed him, then, lips mashing against his hard enough that he bled a little. Fuck, yeah. He got one hand cupped around Law's ass, nails digging in, driving them together. They rocked, his back slapping the wall, Law's hand coming down between them to give them some more friction. Christ. He bit Law's bottom lip, moaning at the flavor of copper and heat.
It didn't take long. No, sir. Not when Law's mouth slid down to cover the tattoo on his neck. He shot hard, entire body rocking with it, wanting. A sharp moan was all the warning he got before Law's fangs scraped his skin. Then Law was bucking against him, humping hard, the scent of them mixing together.
"Oh. Oh, sweet fuck. Needed that."
"Damn. Yeah. That was..." Law raised his head, meeting Troy's eyes, dead on. "Fucking hot, man." "Yeah. Yeah, no shit." He tugged out a handkerchief to clean up, grinning as he saw Law do the same.
"So..." Law glanced at him sideways. "You, uh, want to hang out, maybe? Talk about our particular problem a little?"
Oh. Oh, hell yeah. "I got an apartment, not far from here. Plenty of room to plan."
"Yeah? Because I think we need to do something about this..." Law's fingers stroked over the tattoo, over the fresh scrape.
"No shit. Somebody's got something to answer for."
To pay for.
"Then we got us a plan." That smile was just as surprising, just as warm as in the bar.
"I do love a good plan." They headed off, together, both whistling "Who's Sorry Now".
Her favorite fucking song.
***
"Honestly, Jo, darling. Can't we do something besides garden parties?" Jo rolled her eyes and blew smoke out of her nose. Samantha and her little coterie of fluttery girls were becoming altogether too demanding. She really needed to find another little boy. Ninety years and these debutantes and matrons were still only good for appetizers.
"Arrange something. I don't have the time." She was surrounded by idiots. Samantha started pouting, her little lips trembling, even as she brought the mint julep up to her lips. Every week she was expected to entertain these girls, somehow, for the pleasure of what? Their company? Their blood? Their...
She stood, rolling her shoulders. "I believe, ladies, I'm going to take my leave."
"What? Jo? You're not going to stay?"
"No." And she wasn't sharing her gift, either. Not with these twits who thought of her as a supernatural Botox.
"But... But, Jo. We need you." Oh, heavens. Look at that fluttery little spider-eye trick.
"Nonsense." And also, completely inconsequential. She didn't want them anymore.
"Jo..." She could still hear them calling to her when she walked out the door, but she closed it out, determined to find something more... entertaining.
Possibly something taller enough to dance with. She slid down the street, enjoying the looks she got as she moved. There was something about a red-head in black leather that made men curious. Sometimes, it got her the wrong sort of attention, but it wasn't as if she couldn't handle herself. Still, the extra couple of shadows that detached themselves from the alley she had just passed put her on guard.
Her nostrils flared and she slowed, listening for the steps. She could stand to fight as well as fuck.
The two shadows never moved any closer. They stopped when she did. Waiting.
Interesting.
She slipped into a club, charming the doorman without a thought. Here little shadows. Come catch me in here. She could sense them coming, moving closer now that there was a veneer of safety. They split up, one circling around to try to catch her from behind. She slipped onto the dance floor, bodies bumping and rubbing against her. The scent of sweat and the feel of all of those hearts pumping in time made her dizzy, had her dancing along before she even realized it. When a hard male body pressed against her from behind, she leaned in, letting herself enjoy it.
One hand landed on her hip, fingers digging in, almost too hard.
"Gentle. I might break."
"Oh, honey. I know you don't break." Oh. Oh, she knew that voice.
She went stiff, spinning to look into bright blue eyes. "Law darling. How nice to see you."
"Is it nice to see me, too?"
Well, fuck her raw.
"Troy. Of course it is."
"You sure about that?" Law grinned, showing sharp, sharp teeth for a split second. "You actually look a little flustered."
"Nonsense." She didn't do flustered.
She didn't. Assholes. Of course, what as a girl to do when faced with two exes, who shouldn't know one another at all? Dance, she supposed. Of course, it didn't have to be with them. She turned, looked for something young and nubile to seduce. It would have worked better if Dumb and Dumber hadn't puffed up, snarled until she had no choice but to push against Law, rub.
Law swayed with her, pulling her close, hands tightening until they would bruise her, if she was human. She dared to lean up, nuzzle that pretty little tattoo. Her lips. Hers. Troy pushed up behind her, lips meeting hers on Law's neck. It was like being pressed between two sheets of heated steel. She moaned, her nipples going hard as Troy's cock nudged her ass. Oh, they were fine. They had been fine separately, too. Somehow together they were more than the sum of their parts, though. Or maybe she was just horny. It had been known to happen.
She turned her head, nipping at Troy's neck now, teasing him.
"Mmm." The low growl came from Law, who seemed a heck of a lot more confident than he had been six months ago. He sounded like a hunting beast.
It was surprising and sensual. Hunger had refined them both, beautifully. That was why she always let them go. They remained far too dependent on her if she kept them. Letting them go made them find their own way, made them so hungry that they learned how to become predators. It was almost regrettable.
Law laughed a little, a tiny sound against her skin as he moved, pressing against her so tight that no air could squeeze between them. The temptation to bite down against the skin under her teeth was irresistible, but as her fangs scraped Troy's throat, the bastard pulled away.
"Uh-uh. Not yet."
"We're dancing, remember?" Law swayed, one hand on her hip, one reaching past to touch Troy.
She pouted a little, but let them have their way.
Spoiled brats. They were lovely, though, working her around so they could touch, but also have easy access to her. Well, and not let her get away. The lights went down, the music turning more sultry, raw. Law and Troy started grinding against her, hips moving in perfect concert. Giving her ideas. Her head fell back, eyes caught by the swirling lights.
Lips moved over her throa
t, her collarbone, teeth scraping a tiny bit. She wasn't sure where Troy ended and Law started. They moved too well together. A concerted attack.
"We're... we're dancing, remember?" Was that her voice? So husky and raw?'
"Uh-huh." Troy licked just behind her ear, the scrape of his tongue rough as a cat's. "Dancing." Law nodded, moaning, cock like steel against her hip. "Dancing."
"This isn't dancing." It was so much better.
"No?" They swung her around until she was almost dizzy with it, too fast for most of the other dancers to see. She ended up clinging, her breath lost, the room tilting around her. "See? Dancing." Law was laughing, but it was sexy, not offensive. It held that sort of deep, male satisfaction that boded well for the night. She slid her hands up Law's body, fingers flicking over his nipples, nails scratching.
His nipples hardened under her touch, but it was Troy who moaned for her, chin on her shoulder while he watched. "Do it again."
"Bossy." She rumbled softly, but flicked those tiny bits of skin again.
Law shuddered. "Good. Oh, honey. Good."
"You are luscious." She pinched this time, tugging the little nubs a bit.
"You want a taste, Jo? Want a little bite?" Law was teasing her, pushing into her touch and then pulling away.
"Careful, child, or I will take more than you wish to give."
Troy growled against her ear. "Not children, Jo-Jo. Not anymore."
That low groan made her shiver, the fangs against her ear made her snarl. "Temper, temper."
Troy's fingers dug into her hip, dragging her against his cock.
"We just want a little of our own back, Jo. You played us." The flash of temper seemed to abate as quickly as it came, Law smiling at her, daring her.
"You knew what I was offering."
Troy snarled. "Bullshit."
"It isn't. You knew what I was."
"Part of it. The whole leaving and having how many others at the same time? We didn't know about that." Law's voice had a vicious edge, and she started to wonder if she ought to worry.
"Didn't you? I never promised you anything but pleasure." She tried to pull away; they were too determined, much too strong to play with.
Troy's fingers wrapped around her wrist. "No. You're not spinning away so easily this time."
Law moved close again, his body almost unbearably hot against hers. Someone had been hunting. "One night, Jo. Then you can go, if you still want to."
"One night? That's all? What's the catch?" She didn't trust them, either one.
"There isn't one." They both rubbed on her, the scent almost overwhelming her. "We just want one more night."
"Where?" They were babies, no threat at all. None. And she wanted, so very badly, to play with someone special.
Someones special.
"We have a place," Troy said, putting an arm around her waist and pulling at her.
"Come on." Law took the other side, flanking her so she couldn't duck away.
"I should have seduced shorter men."
"You picked us for a reason, Jo-Jo." Law pressed against her, his ribs against her breast.
"Did I?" She couldn't believe that.
Troy nodded, moving her hips against his cock. "You did."
"Look how well we get along." That chuckle stirred her hair, Law's hands all over her, then Troy.
"Such pretty boys. Have you fucked him yet, Troy?"
"Yeah. Yeah, he's tight. Good. Wild."
Yes. Law could let go completely. Enjoy himself. She knew that. A soft little sound escaped her, the idea of Troy and Law's bodies slamming together getting her wet.
"Troy is amazing, Jo. You know that." Law turned suddenly, kissing her hard, his cock prodding her belly. She stretched up, toes leaving the ground as Law stood tall, stealing her breath. They both blinked at her when the kiss ended, and suddenly they were moving fast, all but carrying her. The air actually whistled in her ears. Fuck, they'd learned a little something together. Jo was impressed, relaxing as they manhandled her.
She was a little disoriented when they stopped, but as soon as they dragged her inside a building things came into focus again. Soft candlelight. Pillows. A seduction scene in an old warehouse. Lovely. "You've been busy."
Troy chuckled, nuzzled her nape. "We've been planning."
"We have," Law agreed, smiling as he turned in front of her, hands landing on her hips. "Do you like it?"
"I do." It was oddly sweet. They had to be up to something. It wasn't tacky, either, which was a nice change from the garden party girls. Lord. Of course, they didn't give her much time to look around. They moved in fast. Troy's mouth crashed down on hers, this kiss harsh and hungry, hands hard on her arms. Law pressed against them, and the kiss went three ways suddenly, Law's tongue pushing in between them to taste them both. It more than tripled the pleasure. She raked her nails along their sides, relishing the way they both gasped, sighed into her lips.
They started on her clothes like they were twins with one mind. Pulling at the leather without ripping it, they got her peeled like a banana. They were in denim, which was infinitely easier, or it would be if her damned hands would work. They kept distracting, spinning around her, keeping her off balance.
Law was rubbing against her, Troy kissing Law, and their hands slid all over her. Breasts to pelvis, they stroked her, teased her. She got into the action, finally -- tweaking Law's nipples, squeezing Troy's balls gently.
"Sweet. Oh, sweet, Jo-Jo." Law had always liked to talk more than Troy. It was almost fascinating, seeing them in the same scene. She kissed Law's throat, teeth just grazing the skin. She loved the way the salt and copper flavors mingled with desire. He leaned his head back for her, letting her have access to his skin. Letting Troy have it, too. Troy licked around her fangs, tasting, completely unafraid, which should have made her growly, but she was too hot.
Law moaned. "Oh, God, pretty. So pretty. I want..."
"Mmm. You always were so hungry, dear Law. What do you want?"
"Anything." For just a moment, Law was the puppyish boy she'd found all those months ago. Then he attacked, kissing her hard, driving her against Troy. It was Troy that got them moving to the bed, got them kneeling together. Law tugged her close, licking at her neck, one hand reaching for Troy. They really did work well together. It was easy, to tear open one shirt, then another, fingers searching for skin.
They pressed her down, one behind her, cradling her, the other kneeling in front. Law kissed her everywhere, starting at her cheeks, moving down over her mouth, her throat. Troy tugged her hair loose, pulling her head back to bare her throat to Law. She growled low, pulling at Troy's touch. He held her, though, and Law let his fangs touch her, making goosebumps rise on her skin. She would never allow this if it was just one of them.
Law's hands wrapped around her wrists, bringing her hands to his chest, tugging her to her knees again. "Come on, Jo-Jo. Have a touch while I have a taste."
"It's okay, Jo-honey. You offered us tonight. Let us in." Troy's voice was soft, fingers cupping her breasts, fingers almost gentle. They pushed her, driving her mad with soft touches, hard nips. No single caress was like another. She caught herself swaying with it, moaning low and needing. They pressed in, hot and good, making her gasp, and everywhere she moved she found warm skin and hard muscle.
Jo followed Law down, straddling him, hips shifting as she rubbed against that full cock.
"Oh." Law licked his lips, his hands sliding up over her thighs, her hips. "Want you. Want you both."
"Then take what you need, man." Troy growled, teeth bared, sharp on her shoulder.
"Want you to do me while I do her." Law's eyes gleamed like a hunting animal's.
"Hell, yes."
"Then let me get on the bottom, boys. I want to be able to see."
Like some kind of crazy Chinese puzzle, they all shifted and turned until Jo was on her back, her legs spread wide. Law settled between her thighs, legs pushing hers even wider, and Jo stared up.
"Hello, child. It's been too long."
"Yeah, Jo-Jo. Yeah. Been so damned long." He pushed at her, the heat amazing, the light in his eyes almost hypnotic.
"Yes." She tilted up, taking him in easily, eagerly. She could see Troy over Law's shoulder, could tell when those long fingers shoved inside Law's body. She hummed, her hand sliding down Law's side, around that hip. She wanted to feel, wanted to know what Troy's fingers were doing. They were stretching Law wide, pushing in and out. Every move seemed to shake Law, and he finally groaned and pushed deep inside her, surprising her. Making her gasp.
Her shoulders left the mattress, hands curling around Law's ass to tug him closer, deeper.
"Oh, God. Yeah. Please." Law started moving, short little bursts that rocked her. "Harder." She snarled, teeth flashing as she fought the urge to bite, to snap.
"Yes." Troy whispered it, growling, snarling, slamming into Law like there was no tomorrow. It helped, gave her more of Law. The world jerked, once Jo found their rhythm, found what would have been their heartbeats. Sweet. Such sweet, hot boys. They'd changed, gained just enough of an edge together to make her shiver. Troy's eyes met hers, the passion and desire there stunning him. Law moaned, rocking and pushing, his skin like fire, his fangs bared. They were so pretty together. They felt so good. She reached down, rubbing her clit, stroking herself in time with Law's thrusts.
"Uhn. Oh, Jo-Jo." Moving faster and faster, Law slammed into her, his skin slapping hers. She could hear each thrust of Troy's thudding against Law.
"Yes. Yes, boys. My boys." Her boys. Hers.
"Yours." They both agreed at the same time, and Law came for her, shooting deep into her, hard and fast.
Her own orgasm was triggered by Troy's howl, the sound vibrating all around her. They collapsed on her, rolling to either side, kissing her cheeks and chest. Their hands moved on her, tracing patterns on her skin. She arched, pushing into the touches, their hands better, more vital than sex. Law's teeth grazed her shoulder, sending a bolt of pure electricity through her. It ratcheted up a thousand times when Troy bit deep into the side of Law's neck.