A sudden movement of the man startled him and he cursed himself for a fool. Fador’s low growl sent his muscles springing and he leapt from the bush onto his target, teeth wrapping around the throat of the hunter even as the man took his first and only shot at his brother. Michael’s claws ripped flesh and clothes as he tore into the man, snatching away his life before the man was even fully aware he’d been attacked. In the next instant, the two fell to the ground and Michael was off again, leaping at the back of the next man in line and dropping him before any of the others had a chance to turn around and see what the commotion behind them was about.
Michael disappeared into the darkness, running around to the left. The stench of fear hung heavy in the air and proved as heady as wine. He embraced his bloodlust, toying with the remaining hunters, running out among them to bite and rip before passing back into the shadows. Two of the men put their backs together to try to defend themselves, but the third, the rich old man who had paid so much money to come out here and watch a girl die, ran off into the woods.
Him last.
Unwilling to allow the old man to get too far, Michael finished the other two quickly before setting off on the old man’s trail. The man ran screaming and Michael jumped over a discarded gun as he ran, laughing to himself about the foolishness of man.
The thought that he himself had once been a man was a sobering one. That was so very long ago…. Unlike Fador, Michael didn’t curse his fate as a guardian of wolves. Even when he himself had taken part in their slaughter, he had respected and, yes, even loved them for the beautiful predators they were. Now, running through the night after a man who bore so much of a resemblance to the Michael of the past, he found himself hating the man he used to be almost as much as he hated the man he chased.
The terrified man tripped over a fallen tree, too busy looking behind him to notice it. He crashed to the ground with a scream that quickly turned to a gurgle as Michael ended his life. You were hardly worth chasing, you dirty old bastard.
Michael tested the wind, and finding it lacked the scent of other men, ran back toward the slaughter grounds he had so recently left behind. He trailed his brother, worried that others might give chase. He tried hard to convince himself that they wouldn’t come at all, but after so many hundreds of years he had a firm understanding of human nature. They won’t come any time soon, but they will come, and in numbers. They expected to hear gunshots. It’ll be hours before anyone comes out this way but when they do…. He stopped several times in his pursuit, determined to protect his brother in his more vulnerable state, trying to ignore the cloying scent of the girl and the desire it awakened in him.
* * * *
The muscles in Fador’s chest and arms rippled beneath her touch. Erica tried to be casual about touching them, but it made her blush the way he gasped as she slid her hands over his skin when he set her down on her feet. She turned and hoped he wouldn’t see it.
“Are you all right?”
She had no idea how far he had run with her in his arms, but it seemed he had been running in silence for hours. It was amazing to her that he had only recently started to pant. He must be a professional runner or something. What were the odds of that, though? He leaned up against a tree and looked up at the moon without answering her.
“Thank you. For saving me.”
He was like a dark knight come charging from the darkness to rescue her, but he seemed to have forgotten his shining armor. And his clothes. While he was distractedly standing with his face turned up and his eyes closed, she took the chance to study him. Erica’s eyes traveled past the long raven hair that fell past his shoulders to the face it framed. He had a straight nose, square jaw and his skin looked swarthy under the pale light of the moon. She followed the cords of muscle down his chest to his rippled stomach and beyond. His body looked like a Greek statue. Well, almost. The Greeks would never have chiseled such a long hard cock on one of their statues. She felt her sex clench as she looked at it and tried to pull her gaze away. He had to be the sexiest man she had ever seen and she found herself yearning to touch him again. She looked back up to his face and found him staring back at her with a half smile on his face. Erica blanched.
“You’re welcome.”
“What? Oh.”
“Enjoying the view?” he asked, a slow grin spreading across his face.
The heat that rushed to her face wasn’t the only heat she felt at that moment. Another one bloomed hotter as his gaze slowly swept down her body like a caress. Erica found herself speechless. What in the world is he doing out here without his clothes? If he were one of the authorities he certainly wouldn’t be out here naked. That thought cooled her ardor, but only a little. She tried to focus her concentration on his eyes, fighting the urge to allow hers to wander again. What in the world is wrong with me? I’ve never felt so…. Shut up Erica! My god, think of the situation you’re in. Control yourself woman. He’s just a man. A sexy man, but still just a man. Who just happens to be naked and happy to see you. It isn’t like he’s the first man who’s ever given you that look before.
He might not have been, but she couldn’t recall any of the others at the moment and didn’t think any other man had ever had such a powerful, physical effect on her body using nothing more than a gaze. She felt herself growing wetter the longer he stared at her with that look of hunger in his eyes, so she tried to think of something to distract them both.
“What about those men? Do you think they’re still following us?”
He laughed.
“There’s no one left to follow us. Not from that group anyway.”
His confidence in that was unnerving. Had he somehow been involved in the attack, or had he only lucked across it?
“Why exactly did you say you were out here?”
“I didn’t.”
“So…?”
“My brother and I were abducted and brought to this island.”
It was horrible to think they had brought men out here, too. It was hard as a woman, but how must a man, as proud as they usually were, feel about being held captive like that? While she hadn’t heard of any men being abducted before, it didn’t strike her as at all odd that no one would report them missing. People expect men to be able to take care of themselves and they generally ignore it when they go missing, assuming they simply left town on their own. He seemed to be taking everything rather well, though it was hard to imagine that he wasn’t a proud man. Must be keeping it inside.
Then she felt her heart skip a beat as she realized what else he had said. An island? Feeling faint, Erica slipped to the ground, resting her head against her knees. How are we going to escape? If he was kidnapped, too, he doesn’t have a boat. One thing at a time Erica. One thing at a time. She looked up at the handsome man who had risked his life to save her and hoped he had a better imagination than she did.
“So, where’s your brother?”
“Michael should be here shortly.” He reached down to Erica and took her arm, helping her to stand. “Are you all right? We need to keep moving.”
“I’m… fine. What’s the plan?”
“Plan?”
“For getting off this island. How are we going to get away? There’s no telling where we are or how far out they brought us. We could be anywhere!”
“Oh, Michael and I have been thinking about that. We have it all planned out. Don’t worry.”
Only too happy to let someone else do the worrying, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her back up against his chest. He took off at a trot and she tried to think of something to keep the conversation going but was horribly distracted by the throbbing of his rock hard cock against her side.
“Um… how long have you been here?”
“Only two nights.”
Erica looked wistfully at his lips, wondering if they were as firm as they looked. Breathing in his intoxicating scent, she fought the temptation to find out. She was jolted several times as he leaped over fallen tree limbs and rock
s. He’s an amazing athlete. What stamina….
“I never asked you name. Here you saved me and I never even asked….”
“Fador. And you are…?”
“Sexy.”
“What?”
Realizing what she had just said out loud, she felt a deep blush climb up her neck to her cheeks and imagined she was probably red all over at this point. When did I get foot-in-mouth syndrome?
“I mean Erica. My name’s Erica. Um, where exactly are we going? How will your brother find us?” How much more time alone with you am I going to have?
“Oh, it’s just ahead a little bit. We found it our first night here. As for Michael, he knows his way back. I wouldn’t be surprised if he beats us there.”
To her utter disappointment, they found out moments later that Michael had indeed beaten them to their destination. They came to a stop in a clearing in the woods, where a large tree had fallen. There was a thick carpet of grass in the middle of the clearing where the sun undoubtedly shone during the day. To Erica, it looked heavenly. As she slipped again out of Fador’s arms, she found the grass was actually surprisingly soft and spongy.
A dark figure at the edge of the tree line stood and turned slowly around to face them. As he walked from the shadows into the light of the moon, Erica gasped. Twins?
Chapter Five
“She all right?”
“Not a scratch on her.”
Michael was just as naked as his brother and every bit as attractive. As he came closer, Erica saw he had more stubble on his chin, as though it had been more than two days since his last shave. My god, it’s the only way to tell them apart! Her skin warmed and she felt a shiver of excitement crawl up her spine as he slowly swept his gaze across her body.
“How did it go?”
Michael turned his attention to his brother and gave him a lopsided grin.
“Let’s just say they won’t be bothering us tonight. We have to hurry up and get off this island, though.”
“What did you do?” Erica looked from Fador to Michael and back again. Given the look that crossed Michael’s face, she wasn’t so sure she really wanted to know. Fador moved in closer and she felt his breath on the back of her neck.
“He took care of some very bad men who wanted to watch you get killed. Now, I’m sure we could all use some rest.”
Erica could feel his cock pressing against the small of her back as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Oh god…. She heard something thud to the ground beside her and was shocked to discover it was the padlock. How did he do that? He couldn’t have the key. Not on him, obviously, so how did he do that?
“You won’t be needing this any more.” The collar was removed from her neck and joined it’s lock on the floor of the forest. In the next moment, she lost the will to question him as a pair of strong hands started rubbing her neck where the collar had been.
Michael approached, his hands skating down her arms and drawing a gasp from her throat at their heat and the thrill they sent down her spine to her very core. Erica felt a tingling in her nether region as she was pinned between the two men, their hard muscular bodies pressed against hers. She moaned breathlessly, feeling Michael’s cock as it throbbed against her stomach, Fador’s rubbing rhythmically against her backside.
Erica gasped as Michael bent in lower, drawing her ear into his mouth and nibbling on the lobe, his teeth scraping delightfully against the flesh. Fador’s rough hands skimmed up the skirt of her dress and hiked it up, exposing her legs and butt to the cold night air. She felt him worry over the zipper in the back but didn’t object when he lifted the dress over her head and discarded it. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Their need seemed to mirror her own burning desire. Fador’s cock brushed against her bared skin as he reached around and slid his hand up over her stomach to grasp one of her nipples between his fingers, sending an explosion of pleasure erupting through her body. His other hand slipped down her side and into her panties, one finger slipping further into the cleft of her pussy and brushing against her clit, sending a shock of need through her. Moisture and heat blossomed in her pussy and she bit back hard on a moan.
It took all Erica could do to stand up as he licked and sucked on her back, Michael tracing the front of her neck with his burning mouth, nipping her shoulder, grasping and squeezing her other breast. Michael kissed a trail down her neck to the breast he had been squeezing, drawing her nipple into his mouth and causing her to cry out in ecstasy. He sucked several moments before moving away and straightening.
Looking into his desire hazed eyes sent of shudder of need through her. Knowing he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him made her pussy even wetter than before. The knowledge she was about to have two men at once was almost too much to bear.
Michael stepped back, drawing her toward him and directing her downward. Erica obediently bent over at the waist and sucked his cock into her mouth, thrilling at the growl she drew from him as she did and the salty taste of his skin. He thrust upward into her throat as Fador pulled down her panties. She felt the head of his cock slip past the hot, moist lips of her pussy.
Erica wrapped her arms around Michael’s waist, almost losing her balance when the head of Fador’s cock pressed against her cleft. She moaned as he thrust hard inside her, and squeezed Michael’s ass with both hands, sliding her mouth up and down his cock in tune with Fador’s thrusts. They collapsed in a knot of limbs and moaning mouths on the bed of grass.
As he pulled himself up to lay before her, Erica hovered over Michael’s cock, teasing his head with the tip of her tongue. She gasped as Fador pulled out and started teasing her butt hole, pressing in against it, thrusting hard into her pussy before pulling out and pressing against her butt again. She took all of Michael’s cock in her throat, moving slowly up and down the shaft. Fador’s cock finally stretched her ass wide enough to gain entrance and he slowly pressed himself inside to the hilt.
“Get up here. Now.”
There was a raw, savage need in the eyes Erica looked up to meet. She obeyed Michael’s order, moving slowly, Fador holding her by the waist and staying inside as she positioned herself over Michael’s cock. They all gasped as one as the head of his shaft penetrated her pussy, the two cocks filling her more than she ever dreamt possible.
They moved as one, Michael thrusting in as Fador pulled out. She felt herself climb to the verge of orgasm and fairly screamed as their combined thrusts pushed her over the edge. She was amazed at the feel of Fador’s cock as it seemed to grow larger inside her, his cock jerking as he released his cum into her. He leaned in against her back, his breath ragged as he continued to thrust his swollen cock.
Michael’s movements became more frenzied, his hands finding her breasts and squeezing them as he continued to thrust himself in and out of her pussy. She came again as his cock swelled inside of her, throbbing and jerking wildly with the power of his orgasm. She cried out at the heat and force of his cum. Fador shuddered again behind her and he nuzzled the back of her neck. A slow smile spread across Michael’s lips and he lay still.
Erica felt Fador pull out. He collapsed on the ground beside his brother, pulling her off his brother and into his arms. She lay between the two men with the aftershocks of her orgasm still thrumming through her body. Michael lay with his arm over his face and panted. Fador rolled her over, pulling her to face him, nuzzling her burgundy hair and breathing hard.
Erica sighed, quite content to spend the night sandwiched between the two strong, sexy men. What in the world has happened to you Erica? Christine would be so shocked to see you now. Erica used to try so hard to be a good girl. She didn’t normally sleep with just any man, and she certainly had never done anything like what she had just done with these two. These aren’t normal circumstances, though, are they?
Her insides continued to tingle from their rough touch, but she knew there was no way she would be able to have another go at it. She was so exhausted she could hardly keep her eyes ope
n. The rhythmic breathing of the men, who somehow managed to stay in time with one another, was fast putting her to sleep. It’s definitely the circumstances, that’s all. She wasn’t sure at this point that she still wanted to keep her opinion of herself as being a good girl. This was much more fun than she had ever had before in her life. It seemed such a shame to her now that she had wasted so much time never having had sex with two men at one time, let alone having a set of twins. Well, at least now I know why guys obsess about it.
Best of all, they’re both big and strong. Erica felt certain that, somehow, everything was going to be all right. They had a plan to escape the island. She was going to get through this. She might even get through it with something great to show for the whole ordeal! She closed her eyes, enjoying the closeness of their bodies against hers, and drifted off to sleep feeling safe and content for the first time in a long time.
* * * *
Fador met Michael’s eye. His nostrils flexed ever so slightly, taking in the scent of the woman they held between them. He senses it, too. The … change in her.
It was a curious change in her scent. At first he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but when at last the realization struck, he had a hard time remaining still beside her and not simply jumping up to pace.
Her hormones are through the roof! Not just sex anymore. That had faded a bit with their copulation. No, he was certain that what he smelled was something Michael and he had thought impossible, something that had never happened before in all their hundreds of years.
Erica is pregnant.
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