by Tl Reeve
Maël spread her thighs, exposing her sex to Keiji and Taichi’s perusal. “She’s wet, hot and tight. She felt so good wrapped around my dick.”
She let out a shuddered breath as Keiji closed the space between them. He loomed over her, lust swirling in his dark gaze. He bent his head to the side, exposing his neck as he did so. Natasha licked her lips. His strong pulse tempted her to take a taste. But, was it safe? Could dhampirs do that—bite a demon.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Maël whispered. “If you want him, drink.”
“But...he’s, you know...” She sighed. “I have so much to learn.”
“Drinking from me won’t harm you.” Keiji held his hand out to her, and Natasha took it without fear.
Keiji fisted his hand in her hair and placed her face in the crook of his neck. His scent. Fuck. She inhaled deep, enjoying the subtle hints of something dark, almost dangerous. It aroused her. Blinded her to anything and anyone else in the room. The pounding of his heart grew louder. His breath came in heavier pants. His cock, trapped between them, thickened even more, if that was possible. She wiggled against him, wrapping her arms around his middle. Unlike Maël, Keiji’s skin was hot. She glanced down, convinced his tattoos came to life, glowing against his skin.
What she wouldn’t give to trace each one with her tongue. Keiji chuckled, massaging her scalp. Heat filled her cheeks. Right. She pressed her lips to his neck and moaned. He tasted as good as he smelled. She ran her tongue along the tendon, trying to gather as much of the potent flavor as she could.
Keiji growled. His hand clenched in her hair, causing pinpricks of pleasure to slide along her scalp. “Wrap your legs around me.” He let go of her hair before palming her ass. When he lifted her, she did as he commanded, fitting herself flush to his big body. The tip of his erection bumped her clit. “Bite me, and I’ll give you what you want. What you crave.”
A second set of hands joined Keiji’s. “She isn’t used to drinking. You have to show her.” Maël nuzzled her neck. “Remember.” His fangs pricked her skin, and she whimpered. “You won’t hurt him.”
When he sank his fangs into her neck, she followed suit, biting down on Keiji’s neck. The second his blood spilled over her tongue, a more exquisite euphoria washed over her. It was different than Maël. Wicked with a hint of mischievous. She swallowed, drinking him down. She couldn’t get enough of her demon warrior.
“Hang on,” Keiji muttered, sinking deep within her. “Can’t hold him back.”
Natasha sealed the bite, confused by what Keiji said. When she opened her eyes, the long-nosed demon gathered her in his arms. His twisted visage, part surprised and part blissed out, startled her. She glanced over her shoulder and found Taichi sprawled out on the bed, lazily stroking his cock. His big blue body appeared at ease, like he’d seen this before.
Keiji bottomed out within her, drawing her attention back to the demon. She gasped his name, clinging to him. His dick stretched her to the max. Everything on this demon was bigger, including the appendage she was currently impaled on. She clung to the demon, unsure if she’d be able to survive whatever came next. He fit his hand between them and found her hard clit, begging for attention, especially after the way Maël left her hanging moments before.
“Keiji,” she whimpered. “Please.”
His thumb rolled her tight nub twice, pushing her headlong into her climax. She jerked her hips, riding him hard. The fluttering in her belly intensified until she thought she would die of suffocation. Then, she was gliding through the air, completely empty and lost as to what was going on.
She landed on Maël’s lap, his hard cock straining to get inside her as Keiji and Maël guided her over him. Inch by glorious inch filled her and she let out a satisfied sigh. A small grin tugged at her mouth. His hands slid up her sides, caressing her skin, before pulling her sweatshirt off, exposing her breasts. Her nipples puckered already hard from the stimulation provided by seeing each man now fully naked. He then removed her skirt, adding it to the pile of clothes surrounding them.
Keiji took a hard point into his mouth and sucked while fisting his hard dick. His long tongue curled around it, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her clit. Natasha fit her hand between her spread thighs and worked the hard bundle of nerves as Maël thrust into her. She cried out; it was all too much for her to process. The connection. The pleasure. The knot of bliss building inside of her expanded and, just when she thought it would consume her, it shattered. The muscles of her pussy rippled and pulsed through her orgasm. Maël’s thrusts became more insistent and the sounds he made left her riding the high of all highs. His grip tightened on her hips, his nails bit into her flesh. She sank into it, enjoying the fact she’d wear his mark tomorrow.
A masculine groan had her opening her eyes. In front of her, Keiji had Taichi bent over. The blue demon’s hand continued to pump the long, thick erection between his legs. The bulbus tip almost purple from need. Taichi’s gaze met hers. It swirled to life with intention. He braced one hand on the chaise and leaned forward, burying his face between her thighs. He inhaled and let out a shuddered moan.
“I think he likes the way you smell,” Maël murmured.
She swallowed her snippy reply when the demon’s tongue lashed at her clit. Her hand went for the back of his head, holding him in place while he continued to nip and tease her. Maël nuzzled her neck. The soft sounds he made turned her on even more. There was no way in this position, Taichi wasn’t licking Maël too. The thought sent a thrill down her spine, and she clenched around him.
“Fuck, demon,” Maël grunted. “If you’re going to tease us both with that tongue of yours, suck on my balls.”
Keiji’s chuckle caught her by surprise. She looked up at him. His features were twisted in pleasure. He curled his lip when he shifted his hips and, just as she suspected, his tattoos glowed, giving his skin a molten coloring. This is so fucking hot.
Natasha cried out. Maël’s thrusts were becoming more urgent. He hissed in her ear, mumbling something in Romanian while guiding her over his cock. Like before, she allowed the entirety of the situation to swallow her whole. She couldn’t concentrate on one particular thing or touch. All of it combined making this experience ... beautiful. Stop thinking. She couldn’t though, she wanted to remember every moment.
Maël nipped at her neck then dragged his fang across her skin. The blistering heat of his bite combined with the lash of Taichi’s tongue sent her headlong into a second orgasm. She hadn’t been expecting it, nor had she realized she’d been so close. Maël flexed his hips and let out a low groan as he drank from her. Each pulse of his release set her on fire as she rode him through the pleasure.
Keiji’s thrusts became more frantic, and seconds later, he joined them, finding his climax within Taichi, yet the blue demon gained no relief for himself. He lifted his head from between her legs. The look of pain on his face troubled her; he should have come too. Joined them. She didn’t understand why he hadn’t. A niggle of worry took up residence at the back of her mind. What if she couldn’t have him. What if he’d only made out with her to appease Maël and Keiji.
“You’re over thinking it,” Maël said.
“Wouldn’t you be?” She didn’t take her eyes off Taichi.
“We planned it this way.”
Taichi lifted her from Maël’s lap and carried her to the bed. Keiji and Maël joined them moments later. They didn’t say a word, not that they had to. The niggle of worry dissipated when Taichi’s gaze met hers. She held her hand out to him. Each of them wanted her. He’d been saving himself for her. To bind them together. The idea renewed her need. He gathered her in his arms, so they were face to face. She felt so small in his arms. Protected.
He fit the tip of his length at her entrance and sank into her. She swore her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The delicious drag of his dick across her already sensitive walls drove her insane. She clung to him, wrapping her legs around his waist, so she was flush against his bo
dy. His thrusts were measured, enough to give pleasure but not make it end too soon. He palmed her ass, rocking her against him. Her breath came in soft pants. Her body melted into his. She knew it would be so good, that they’d burn hot and fast once they actually did “it.” This though ... no, this was more. She could feel it all the way down to the small molecules pinging around in her body. These men were claiming her.
Natasha cupped his cheek and brought his mouth to hers for a kiss. Their tongue met, and she could taste herself and Maël on his tongue. She whimpered, becoming more demanding. The whole situation was hedonistic, fucking a vampire and two demons at one time, but his kiss ... She went wild. She placed her hands on his shoulders and locked her ankles behind him. Her mouth never left his as she quickened their pace. She was desperate for more. Needed something only he could give her. She didn’t quite understand it, of course, but she continued.
As if realizing what she was getting at, Taichi grabbed both of her arms and placed them above her head. He held them there with his right hand as he slammed into her over and over. The growl of need he let loose sent a shiver of desire down her spine. Natasha arched to him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Maël and Keiji, back in his human form, joined them. They both latched onto her nipples as Taichi continued to fill her. She was overwhelmed. Like before, she couldn’t concentrate on one stimulus, but all of them together ... She reveled in it. Allowed the passion to devour her. She cried out, pushing her breasts into Maël and Keiji’s mouths while clenching around Taichi. The guttural groans emanating from him turned her on.
“Jirai,” Taichi grunted. He tilted her hips up, letting him grind against her, and shortened his strokes.
Natasha hissed. She dug her fingernails into his hand. She swore he grew thicker inside of her, to the point she worried he might do serious damage. She whimpered, closing her eyes. It was all too much. She couldn’t take it. She was going to die.
“Don’t fight it,” Keiji whispered. “Ride his dick. He’s so close”
She did as he instructed, trying to counter Taichi’s thrusts. Natasha cried out. It was too intense. Too much. Her breath came in heaving pants. Her legs trembled. She swore she hung from a giant cliff by the thinnest of threads, hoping it would keep her from falling. “Taichi ... please.”
“Jirai,” he snarled again.
“I don’t know what that means.” She looked up at him totally confused by what he wanted from her.
“Say it,” Keiji said. “Jirai. It means, mine.”
“Yours,” she cried. “I’m all of yours.”
A satisfied smirk tugged at the demon’s lips as his thrusts became frantic. He rut within her, making wild noises as he did. She clung to him, riding the edge with him until her skin right above her right breast began to burn. Natasha tried to pull away, but Maël and Keiji held her in place. She didn’t understand. It hurt worse than a burn. She sobbed out their names and both men pressed kisses to her cheeks and foreheads.
“Kuru,” Taichi snarled. “Kuru.” He buried his face in her neck and groaned. His whole body trembled as though he held back on her.
“Come, hachidori,” Keiji murmured. “He needs you to come.” Keiji fit his hand between them and pinched her clit.
Natasha sucked in a breath. Her cry lodged in her throat as her release shot through her. The burning in her skin became white-hot, combining with the erotic bliss destroying her. Her vision dimmed as an unholy roar rang in her ears. Then she felt it, the hard throb of Taichi’s dick as jet after jet of his cum filled her. He nuzzled her breast where the pain had been the worst, then licked it. She didn’t understand what he was doing, but with each lap of his tongue, the pain ebbed from her.
“What the fuck just happened to me?” She lay there, cuddled to Taichi who’d let to pull out, her whole-body limp as a wet noddle, her mind quiet.
“You’ve been thoroughly fucked,” Maël teased, kissing her.
“And branded,” Keiji added.
Say what? “Branded?”
Keiji gave a soft chuckle. “Later. Right now, rest. This big oaf is pretty possessive of what’s his. I have a feeling he’s going to keep you in his arms all night.” He patted Taichi on the shoulder.
Taichi gave a lazy thrust before gathering her into his side. “Jirai.”
His.
Nine
Keiji woke to the aroma of fried bacon and fresh coffee being brewed. In his mind, there was no better breakfast food scent to wake to. The scent of bacon mixed with the musky scent of sex caused his morning erection to bob under the sheet covering him.
Reaching down, he palmed his dick, giving it a hearty squeeze to help ease the ache he felt deep into his balls. After last night, fucking should be the last thing he should be focused on, but it appeared he was ready for round three ... or was it four? His stomach growled, reminding him of what woke him. He was hungry for both food and sex, and his dhampir lover was nowhere to be found.
Beside him, Taichi slept sprawled out. His dick tented the sheet covering his hips and a small wet spot formed. Whatever he dreamed about, Taichi was happy. He glanced to where Maël lay and blinked. Maël laid a protective arm across Taichi’s midsection. It shocked Keiji, because the vampire had never shown any interest in them in a sexual way. But hey, he guessed one’s outlooks could change, especially after the horny demon licked Maël balls last night while bringing their bonded to climax.
It’d be interesting to see how all of it would play out in their future. Keiji didn’t care, he’d welcome the vampire to play with all of them, instead of just Natasha.
Speaking of Natasha, Keiji shoved off the covers and stood. He headed to the bathroom to relieve his bladder, but found the longer he stood there, the more he stroked his dick. Fuck. He chuckled to himself, flushing the toilet. He had it bad for the little dhampir. After washing his hands and tugging on a pair of running shorts, Keiji made his way to the kitchen.
Natasha stood in front of the stove, frying bacon, wearing nothing but one of his older well-worn, well-loved shirts. White earbuds were in her ears, and her pretty red painted toes tapped to the beat of whatever song she was listening to.
He drooled taking in how the hem of his shirt flirted around the skin of her thighs.
Keiji’s one regret from last night was he didn’t get to taste her pussy and suddenly the urge to eat food dissipated, replaced with a deep seeded hunger for her.
Now he understood the ache in his balls. His demon knew their mate was awake, willing and waiting for him. Keiji was going to take advantage of the fact he had her all to himself while the other two slept. He didn’t mind sharing Natasha with Taichi or Maël. He knew having her alone, to himself, would be rare a rare occurrence. Keiji planned to benefit from those moments when they happened. First, however, he needed to focus and find out how she felt about everything she did and saw last night. It had been an intense experience for him, so he could only imagine it from her point of view.
Not wanting to scare her, he cleared his throat a couple of times before she turned to look at him. Finally, she pulled the buds from her ears, giving him a heart-stopping smile. “Hey. Hope you’re hungry. I made us breakfast.”
“Not for food, hachidori.” He growled, leaning down to nip at her exposed neck. Keiji knew she’d be able to feel his dick through the thin fabric of his shorts and her shirt, pressing hard into her lower back. “I’d much prefer to feast on your pussy for breakfast. If that is an option.”
“Oh!” Her fingers trembling so much, the spatula she held clattered to the floor. Grease splattered on the stove, floor and the tips of her feet. She hissed. “Shit.”
Keiji crouched down. He should have realized his words would catch her off guard. She was still trying to acclimate herself to their desires and her position as their bonded. He rubbed the grease off her foot and examining it for burns before glancing back up at her. “Are you hurt?”
Natasha gave a husky, sexy laugh that made his dick jump. “I’m fin
e, other than my pride being bruised by my clumsiness.”
Keiji kissed the top of her abused foot before standing and taking her back into his arms. He took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her pressed into his body. She was the perfect fit. Her head rested on his chest, above his pounding heart.
She cleared her throat, bring him out of his daze. “If … ah … you want … I’m … happy to offer up whatever you’d like for your morning meal.”
Her stuttering was cute.
“I believe I wanted to know if your pussy was one of the menu items,” he said, loving the flush of pink on her cheeks at his bluntness. He wondered if the pretty color extended to the tops of her breasts.
“Are you always this blunt?” she tilted her head up to stare at him.
“Yes. I’ve found it causes less confusion.” He rubbed his thumb across her cheek. She sighed, and her eyelids got heavy, effectively hiding her pretty eyes from him. “Can I eat your pussy, hachidori. Can I lick your tight little hole until you cream all over my lips?” Keiji smiled when she gulped. “I want to find out if it’s as sweet as I suspect it to be.”
She blinked, her cheeks getting redder. Fuck, he loved her ability to blush. It made his dick rock hard.
“How can a girl say no,” she said, the edge of bashfulness left her tone.
“You always have that option, hachidori,” he assured her. Yes, they were all her mates, but it sure as hell didn’t mean she was their fuck toy.
“What’s it going to be? Eggs and bacon or pussy?” She took a step out of his embrace and waited.
“I’m going to be honest. For me, pussy wins every single time.”
Natasha’s tinkling laugh and the scent of her arousal clung to him. She went up on her tippy toes, pressing her full lips against his then whispered, “Yes.”
“Thank fuck.” Keiji growled, slipping his hands under her shirt. Naked. He closed his eyes to gather his tattered control. If he didn’t do so now, he’d end up coming before he got inside her. Keiji gathered her in his arms before placing her on the kitchen table. He shoved the offending material of her shirt off of her, exposing her pert, round breasts. “I’d wake up happy every morning if this was always offered as an option.”