Iris was kissing him, their tongues writhing, her hands touching, inciting his desires to the point that he thought he’d lose control and either cum or accidentally let his inner self slip free. Gabriel’s hand on his thigh tightened, a thread of power clamping down, forcing him to obey the Immortal. Unless Gabriel permitted he could not tap his power, and the other Immortal wasn’t about to permit that. Not yet. Not until Iris was ready.
But gods, he was more than ready, his body screaming for release, the center of his power struggling to break free.
When Gabriel abruptly stopped, Adrian groaned. He wanted more, not a cessation of the intense pleasure his lover and the incredible woman were giving him.
“Enough playing about,” Gabriel announced as he sat up and regarded Adrian for a moment. A smirk curled his lips and Adrian wondered what his lover was thinking about. Whatever it was had Gabriel very excited because his cock was hard as stone, seeping constant beads of precum.
Iris was looking at both of them and smiling. “But Adrian hasn’t had his turn.”
Gabriel laughed. “He’ll get his fair share in this, never fear, Iris.”
“Really? And how do you figure that?”
Gabriel kept his secret, a brow arching inquisitively. “You wouldn’t perhaps have any lubricant in your baggage, would you?’
Adrian smiled. “I think I know what you’re thinking about doing, and I can’t wait to try it,” he told his lover as they watched Iris get off the impromptu bed and dig through her suitcase. She dropped a small cosmetic bag down beside them and rejoined the pair as Gabriel opened the bag.
Adrian saw his lover’s eyes fill with delight as he pulled out the lube and zipped the bag closed. “There are some nice playthings in there that will compliment the toys we brought.” He winked at Iris. “We’ll save all that for later, shall we?’
Laughing, Iris replied, “Sure, whatever you like.”
Gabriel’s eyes lit with a devilish glint. “Let’s play a game,” he said, guiding Iris down onto her back while he opened the flip cap of the lube with his other hand.
Adrian moved between her legs, eager, knowing what he was about to have. His heart was racing, cock leaking glistening pearls of precum.
“A game?” she asked.
He reached between her legs and slid his fingers deep into her cunt, making her groan in reaction.
“Oh, a game,” she gasped, smiling at them both.
Adrian knelt between her spread thighs. “Yes, a game.”
He saw the startled look as Gabriel moved into place behind him.
“Is there a name you have for this?”
“The beast with three backs,” Gabriel helpfully replied, making Adrian grin.
“Sounds fun, how do we play?”
“Like this,” Adrian answered as he lifted her legs and slid his cock into her welcoming heat.
Iris reached up to hold his shoulders, her alluring gaze, bright with need, staring directly at him, a delighted smile on her lips. He felt Gabriel gripping his hips, right before the seductive kiss of a lube-slicked cock touched his anus, then parted the tight muscle.
Giving and receiving. It had been one of his long time fantasies, one his lover knew about but had never granted, and Gabriel was going to indulge him.
Love you, he told his lover.
And I love you too, he heard Gabriel’s reply right before the man severed all mental communication. They couldn’t keep it as they normally would have. There was too much of a risk they would slip and let their inner selves out under the greater intensity of shared passions.
Once Gabriel was seated to the hilt, they started to move.
“Damn, this is serious kink,” Iris told them, laughing, her hands caressing along Adrian’s ribs. He could see that she was looking past him to watch Gabriel, and he wished he could see his lover’s face.
“Why have only vanilla when there are so many other flavors?” Gabriel teased.
“For instance, tuttifrutti,” Adrian added as he leaned down to kiss her.
“I think it’s going to be my favorite from now on,” she murmured against his lips, her arms twining around his neck, fingers caressing down his shoulders.
Adrian groaned as they started to move together, finding their rhythm, Gabriel setting the pace that drove him back and forth with a pendulum’s steady back and forth motion. The sensation of being in Iris, of having Gabriel inside him was more intense than anything he’d ever experienced and he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last.
Looking at the bright blush of color rising on Iris’ face, he didn’t think she was going to last terribly long either. But, being a woman, she’d be good for several more orgasms, unlike the pair of them.
He kissed her breasts, feeling her nails shimmying down his back, tracing his spine, caressing, teasing with the spur of lightly torn skin as her fingernails bit into him. Her cunt gripped him like a velvet-clad vise. She cried out her pleasure and trembled as another orgasm ripped through her body, and he couldn’t help the shuddering cry that tore from his throat.
Gabriel watched the woman beneath them, her face colored with a rosy fuckblush that made him wish he were the one giving it to her this time. It was an odd thought for him, and he put it off to the fact she was the first female Immortal he’d ever spent more than a few minutes with. She was certainly the first he’d ever encountered that wanted to have sex with him.
Her head turned from side to side as their pace picked up, her body hurtling toward another orgasm, his own thrusts driving Adrian harder into her yielding flesh.
“Harder,” she begged, rising on the spiral of passion toward another orgasm.
“Yes, harder,” Adrian agreed. “Fuck me like you mean it, Gabriel.” Adrian’s voice was a silken growl that set Gabriel’s own passions alight.
The blond grabbed his dark-haired lover’s hips and complied, driving his erection deep and hard into Adrian’s willing butt. Hearing each panting gasp from Iris, every long, drawn-out groan of his lover spurred him to even greater effort, his own furious pace passed to Iris through the pistoning of Adrian’s body between them.
He watched as Adrian’s body shimmered and beneath him, Iris’s body took on a faint glow, power answering power. Fortunately Iris’ eyes were closed, though he didn’t think her inner self was close enough to the forefront to grant her the ability to see the magical emanations of their souls. He didn’t want to risk it and he clamped his own power down to dampen theirs, the act decreasing the imminence of his own orgasm.
Adrian was moaning constantly, body lost in the pleasure, the sound quickly restoring the urgency of need in Gabriel’s groin. Few things could get him ready to cum the way hearing his lover’s melodious voice crying out in passion did.
Iris was clawing at Adrian’s shoulders, gasping and writhing beneath them, her fingernails leaving bright red-pink lines behind. The beauty of the patterns enchanted him, the contrast of Adrian’s olive-toned skin crisscrossed with her love scratches made him slow the pace just long enough for him to lean forward and lick along one of the tears in his lover’s skin. Salt, sweet passion, the spice of pain, all the flavors that were Adrian came alive in his mouth.
“I love you,” he choked out to the dark-haired man before he resumed the hard-driven pace of their fucking.
Iris was whimpering, Adrian moaning beneath him, neither of them able to hold a coherent thought as body and soul soared upward amid the contained power of magic trying to claim them both.
Seeing them both so close brought him closer, and he had to fight to keep his inner self from escaping his control, a rippling of color across his hands where they touched Adrian showing that he too was losing control now. It was too soon to risk Iris seeing what they really were. Physically she was ready, but her psyche wasn’t prepared.
They had all weekend to convince her, to show her what she was, and what she could do.
He shuddered, his cock thrumming, balls tightening. Close, very close now.
Under them Iris screamed, body arching into Adrian as she went over the edge, a glow spreading across her body despite his effort to control such an occurrence.
Gabriel grinned as he felt Adrian stiffen. Wrapped in spasming woman-flesh, ass filled, Adrian threw back his head and screamed an instant later, his voice strained, the cry homage to Gabriel’s skill as a lover.
Adrian’s ass tightening around his prick drew Gabriel along, the sensation from the other two climaxing filling his vision with cascading sparks of light, molten heat spilling free, and he heard Adrian groan as his fingers dug into the man’s hips hard enough to leave bruises.
Spent for the second time that night, he drooped over Adrian, breathing hard, lips moving gently across his lover’s broad shoulders, tasting the man again, everything that was Adrian pleasing to his senses.
All too soon he was forced to pull away, Adrian beginning to tremble from the strain of holding them both off of Iris. That alone told him how spent Adrian was from the experience and he couldn’t help the smug curl of his mouth as he realized just how good it must have felt to the other Immortal to be fucker and fuckee at the same time. He took back some of his own weight, using the muscles of his thighs and one arm, lazily kissing Adrian’s shoulder.
A hand stroked down his thigh, smaller, softer. It sent a chill through him, a tingle of power flickering through his nerves and going directly to his crotch. He sighed, feeling his cock trying to go hard for the third time that night. Close. Given time to recover, he could go again. The idea delighted him and he offered her one of his most friendly smiles.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Iris?”
She sighed out a pleased, “Yes,” and he could hear the languid smile in her voice as well as if he’d looked at her. She was like a cat with a belly full of cream, content and pleased with herself. He smiled to himself and looked at Adrian sprawled out dozing on the mattress beside Iris. Her little ‘kitty’ had certainly gotten quite a bit of cream tonight.
He turned his head to see that the faint glow had faded, but her eyes remained a brighter violet shade beneath half-closed lids. He couldn’t stop smiling. Tonight had proven to be wonderful, and it was hardly over yet. Even better, the weekend had only just begun.
He was most pleased with the knowledge that Iris’ inner self was answering the call from his own Immortal form, and soon they’d know exactly what she was.
It might take another session of them fucking her into oblivion, or it might take a dozen. He didn’t think Adrian would complain. Not if the way the man was lying there with one leg thrown over her, a hand tangled in her golden hair was any indication of how he already felt about the woman. They could afford to be patient. They had all the time in the world.
Chapter Three
So many lives.
So many people.
The right one was there somewhere, lost in the crowd.
Gold eyes scanned the milling creatures.
Humans.
Plain, ordinary.
None of them were the Prey.
It padded along at the periphery of the light, just at the edge of things where the common creatures would not be able to see it.
But it could see them.
Mice. They were all mice, and what it wanted was bigger, more satisfying.
Trueborn Prey.
Either one of the males would suffice.
Not as tasty, but satisfactory.
The female, however.
Now that was perfect Prey. Untapped power waiting to be consumed whole.
It licked drool from its mouth and crept along in the shadows.
Searching.
Rob Zombie’s Living Dead Girl was blaring from the main hall as Iris approached it, carrying her shoes so she could manage to walk without falling on her butt. Wildly gyrating bodies, all of them in garish costumes, many looking quite a bit like the living dead, filled the place. Iris slipped into her heels and searched for the pair of men, making her way through the crowd past the buffet.
They’d left her back at her cabin so she could clean up in peace, admitting that if they didn’t they’d never leave the cabin. Since they’d paid for the bungalow, she didn’t argue. It was only fair they get to use the place they’d rented. Besides, there was a chance the other two women might arrive ahead of schedule and she didn’t particularly want to give two complete strangers a show.
Although, considering, she’d given two relative strangers a real show, one they’d been eager participants in.
Just thinking about them was getting her wet again. Or rather, wetter. She hadn’t stopped being wet since the three of them had met.
She couldn’t stop thinking about the two of them. The way they’d kissed her, touched her, and fucked her breathless. She also couldn’t get the way they’d kissed one another out of her mind either. It left her wanting to see more, like some voyeur with a fetish for watching men get it on.
And seeing Gabriel fucking Adrian as Adrian had hammered away inside her had been a kinky thrill she’d never even considered trying before.
A quirky grin curled her lips. Oh, yeah, now I could get off on that again.
She found Adrian first, dancing with a slender girl who had to be close to six feet in height, because her head came up to the level of his eyebrows. Her bottle-blond hair was streaked with black and red, and the dress she was wearing showed off more of her charms than it covered. The girl—she couldn’t have been much over twenty—had ample, if artificially enhanced charms. Iris sighed and was about to leave before she made a total fool of herself when she felt a hand on her elbow, a whisper of breath on the nape of her neck, then heard the shadows-and-velvet voice of Gabriel in her ear.
“There you are, we’d started to think we’d been stood up.” Warm lips brushed the curve of her ear and an arm slid around her waist, fingers splayed just above her mound.
“Never,” she replied. Me stand them up? After what they did to me in my cabin? Is he serious?
She turned and she knew she had to look the fool because her mouth was hanging open. In the slacks and polo shirt he’d worn before, Gabriel had been very handsome. Dressed in a black velvet Eighteenth Century style frock coat replete with silver buttons and a lace adorned shirt, he looked every bit the dangerous rogue. She felt the floodgates open, her panties instantly sopping wet, and wondered why they’d even gotten dressed for the party.
His eyes burned over her before he leaned in and scorched her with a kiss that could have removed chrome from a car bumper. What it did to Iris was leave her reeling, her arms winding around his neck as she did her best to return the kiss in kind.
Gabriel wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, his hands spread across her ass, fingers kneading into the flesh.
Laughing, she pulled away. They’d been the ones that insisted on getting cleaned up and joining the party for a while; she was going to make them suffer for that decision. “Party now, more sex later.”
Aqua eyes sparkled in a blend of laughter and desire, “Do you like to dance?”
“Sure. It’s fun.”
“Then if it pleases you, madam, please come with me,” he said as he offered her his arm in finest Eighteenth Century gentlemanly fashion.
“I believe I’ve already done that,” she replied archly as she curled her hand possessively over his proffered forearm.
“So you have!” he agreed, leaning down to kiss her. “And a saucy bit of temptation you’ve proven to be.”
“Mi’lord, you speak boldly,” she said, trying to recall a bit of banter from the historic romance novels she’d read.
“Tis not all I’ll do boldly, dear lady.”
Laughing, they threaded their way through the crowd as the music changed to another song, one she didn’t know as well, but it had an equally heavy dance beat.
Iris had barely started dancing with Gabriel before she felt hands slide around her waist from behind, and another deliciously masculine body press up tightly to her.
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bsp; “I was starting to worry you’d had enough of us and had gone to find excitement somewhere else,” Adrian told her, his breath teasing along the nape of her neck. “You look completely edible, by the way.”
“I thought you were dancing with—what was her name?” Gabriel said as he also moved in closer to her, the pair making her feel like the creamy filling in a sandwich cookie.
Her panties were certainly full of cream at the moment, and she felt as if the temperature in the room had been turned up hot enough to melt steel as their hands started to play across her body.
Under other circumstances she might not have welcomed such open fondling, not in a public place, but this was a singles weekend, the primary purpose for which was to let people find one another and have a bit of very adult fun.
The fact that she’d have let the two of them fuck her in the center of the buffet at this point also had a lot to do with her lack of resentment of their very public show of possession.
She had most of three days left with the delicious duo, and she planned on savoring as much of them as she could get before the weekend drew to a close Sunday afternoon.
It would make the dry time between this party and the next one at New Year’s more interesting. She’d have some great memories to drag up when her only bed companions were battery operated.
An idea, a new position they could try burst forth in her mind and she leaned close to Adrian, pressing her behind to Gabriel as they danced. “I’ve got an idea,” she admitted to the dark-haired man.
“Tell me.”
“On our sides with Gabriel in the middle. Think he’ll go for it?”
Adrian’s mouth clamped to hers in a blistering kiss that left her breathless and gave her all the answer she needed.
I want her again, Gabriel admitted to Adrian as he watched them kissing.
Adrian smiled across her shoulder at his lover. Deciding you like women after all these years?
Only Iris, he replied. I’m sure you understand what the difference is
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