Vanessa Unveiled

by Jodi Redford

  Rand’s face fell another fraction. “You don’t like it?”

  “Actually, it’s amazing.” She sighed. “I could easily spend the next forty-eight hours just soaking in that pool.”

  His eyes darkened. “A delightful way to pass the time. Braeden and I could join you. Soap you from head to foot, paying thorough attention to every inch of you in between.”

  She visualized their hands stroking her everywhere, wet, soapy palms gliding over her breasts and pussy. Her nipples beaded. Rand licked his lips and she realized he could easily see her body’s reaction through the thin knit of her turtleneck. He stepped toward her and she backed up, the backs of her knees hitting the ottoman. “I—I think maybe we’d better go join Braeden before he wonders what happened to us.”

  Rand continued walking toward her, his gait confident and predatory. “He’s not wondering. He knows exactly what’s going on in here.”

  “Nothing is going on in here.” She prayed her declaration didn’t sound as weak as it felt.

  “You’re wrong, sweetest. I’m seducing you.”

  She gulped. “Well, it’s not working.”

  He stopped directly in front of her, so close it was a miracle she didn’t suffer a third-degree burn from the intense heat radiating from his bare chest. The earthy scent of forest and the underlying, potent musk of aroused male drifted from his skin, playing havoc with her hormones. She wanted to bury her nose in all that warm flesh until she was lightheaded and giddy. And then she’d lick and nibble him everywhere.

  Rand’s fingers curled around her chin, his thumb brushing the dip beneath her bottom lip. “I don’t believe you.”

  “I don’t care what you—” The remainder of her denial fell victim to the lush pressure of Rand’s mouth against hers. Every energy storehouse in her body began lighting up like a bank of slot machines that just hit payload. His lips coaxed hers open with more ease than she cared to analyze and his tongue met hers in a slick glide. Her hands braced against his chest—purely to keep from crumpling in an undignified heap, of course—and Rand’s rumbling groan vibrated beneath her fingertips and inside her mouth. He tugged her closer, one palm moving to the nape of her neck and the other low on her tailbone. Her breasts pillowed against him, and the insistent bulge of his erection nudged just above her pubic bone. The knowledge that all that separated her from his cock were a pair of zippers and some flimsy fabric nearly had her panting.

  Rand’s tongue stole another slick caress before he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth. His animalistic growl brought a new gush of wetness between her thighs. “You can’t lie to yourself, Nessie. You belong with us.”

  His arrogant assertion acted like a cold dash of water on her desire. She shoved away from Rand and glared up at his passion-flushed features. “I belong to no one. And I told you not to call me by that ridiculous name.”

  “You’re the most stubborn twit I’ve ever known.” Tunneling his hands through his dark hair, he granted her a scowl. “You need a good, long fucking, you know that? Maybe it’d manage to dilute some of that vinegar in your attitude.”

  She bared her teeth. “My attitude is fine. You’re just pissed because I’m not falling at your feet and begging you to rut away at me. Sucks to realize you’re not so irresistible, doesn’t it?”

  And with that big fat lie hanging between them, she stalked from the room.

  He was going to make her eat her words. Amongst other things.

  Smothering his snarl, Rand dropped onto the cushion beside Braeden.

  “Went that good, huh?”

  Slashing his gaze sideways, he met Braeden’s sympathetic look. “Humans are exasperating creatures, but that woman takes it to a whole new level.”

  “Yet you want her with every breath inside you.” Braeden chuckled in response to Rand’s glower. “I know because I’m suffering the same affliction. She’s like a decadent treat I’ve waited my entire life to unwrap, and the continued wait is damn near killing me.”

  Braeden’s choice of words stirred a gloomy brew of worry within Rand. He’d known all along the risk they took pursuing Vanessa. Hell, the delicate nature of their predicament was the only thing that’d kept him from staking a claim on her the first time he’d spotted her five months ago, on that fortuitous and fated day he’d noticed her outside the Veil Alliance’s detainment center. But he didn’t have only himself to consider. Would his heart be able to take the loss of Braeden if Vanessa rejected their bond?

  For that matter, would his heart be able to take the loss of Vanessa?

  Apparently reading his morose thoughts, Braeden cupped Rand’s cheek. “We promised each other no regrets over doing this.”

  “I know. I just—”

  Braeden’s mouth stopped any further protest. He licked the seam of Rand’s lips, his groan husky. “I can taste her on you.”

  A fierce throbbing coursed through Rand’s cock. Braeden’s innocent pronouncement prodded more wicked fantasies of delving deep inside Vanessa’s dripping slit. He’d pull out slowly and offer his cock to Braeden for a lingering taste before plunging to the hilt in her pussy again and again. Until she was shaking and coming, his name a constant scream upon her lips.

  A nip along the underside of his stubbled jaw brought him crashing back to the present. Braeden’s hand trailed low on Rand’s abdomen. “Your skin is on fire. You need sex. Bad.”

  Braeden was right. The ferocious demand boiling inside him wouldn’t be appeased by anything less. He clamped a hand on the back of Braeden’s neck, dragging him up for a lush, openmouthed kiss. Their tongues tangled and sparred, amping his insistent desire to full blast. “Take off your pants.”

  “Not yet.”

  “Yes. Now.” Rand hissed the command through clenched teeth.

  Braeden’s mouth curved in mischief before descending over Rand’s stomach. “Patience is a virtue.”

  “Fuck that.”

  “No, fuck me.”

  “My thoughts exactly, you idiot.”

  “All in good time.”

  Rand growled low in his throat. “Tease.”

  Braeden gripped Rand’s zipper, tugging it down. His cock sprang free and Braeden’s laugh caressed over the taut, swollen head before his mouth followed suit. The suction was perfect and sublime. He rocked his hips, his hand riding the back of Braeden’s head. A faint rustling noise slipped past the edges of his awareness. Lifting his focus from his lover’s bobbing motions, he locked stares with Vanessa. Her pupils were huge and dark, her nipples straining against her top. His cock pulsed, swelling inside Braeden’s mouth, earning an appreciative moan from his lover.

  “I—I’m sorry. Didn’t realize…” Her hard swallow echoing in the room, Vanessa started to turn tail and run.

  “Stay.”

  Her foot hovering in mid-spin, she gaped at Rand. “What?”

  “Watch. You know you want to.”

  Her cheeks grew redder than the anthurium blooms behind her. “That’s ridiculous. I have no interest in—” She broke off when Braeden reached inside Rand’s pants and played with his balls.

  She was going nowhere. His smile grim, Rand gripped Braeden’s head, guiding the direction of his mouth. “Fuck, yes. Like that.” Just because he hadn’t climaxed in three hundred years didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the hell out of an expert blowjob. And when it came to sucking cock, Braeden was a fucking pro. “You like that hard dick between your lips, don’t you? Only thing you enjoy more is feeling it slide deep in your ass.”

  Both Braeden and Vanessa groaned. That was all the encouragement Rand needed. He pulled free of Braeden’s mouth. “Lay on your back.”

  His eyes glazed with lust, Braeden rolled over and reached for the waistband of his harem pants. Shoving Braeden’s hands out of the way, Rand tugged the silky material over Braeden’s hips. Fisting his lover’s engorged, rosy shaft, Rand leaned over and engulfed him in one downstroke of his mouth. He heard Vanessa’s sharp intake of air and his balls tightened. The one
benefit of the curse preventing his and Braeden’s climaxes was they could go at it all night like a pair of horny rabbits—something they’d indulged in on more than one occasion. Right now, he intended to use that to his advantage.

  Kicking off his trousers, he slid his hand beneath the cushion and fumbled around for the tube of lubricant. His impatient fingers captured their quarry and uncapped the lube before squirting a healthy portion into his palm. Braeden studied the amount of lubricant and cocked an eyebrow.

  “I’m planning on riding your ass for a while. Don’t need you complaining tomorrow.” He took his time lubing up his cock and Braeden’s rear passage, knowing full well he was providing one hell of a show for Vanessa. It aroused him to no end imagining how wet her pussy must be, watching him prepare to fuck Braeden. He grazed the head of his dick against his lover’s puckered opening, teasing them both. And Vanessa. He didn’t fail to notice how she’d shuffled a bit closer, her eyes riveted on them. Gripping Braeden by the hips, he thrust into his ass in one slick glide.

  Braeden’s head fell back, the cords in his neck tensed. “Fuck.”

  He chuckled. “I’m planning to. Give me a second.” Balancing on his knees, he braced Braeden’s muscular calves with his forearms and sank deeper. The sound of panting reached his ears and he looked up to find Vanessa staring at them, her lips parted. Holding her gaze, he fisted Braeden’s cock and shafted his ass with steady strokes. “You could join us, you know. Braeden sure as hell wouldn’t mind. In fact, I bet he’d love nothing more than for you to straddle his face and grind that sweet pussy against his mouth.”

  A rapturous groan shuddered from Braeden. Rand pumped his cock deeper. “Our boy here is all about the oral. The thought of eating you while I fuck him is a dream come true, isn’t it, Brae?” Looking down, he found Braeden already zoned out on the fantasy. It wouldn’t take much to lure Vanessa into it as well. The right words, perfectly woven, and she would be his.

  Calling upon every ounce of his magical energy, he mentally reached out to her. “Imagine it, Vanessa. His tongue running little figure eights up and down your slit, teasing you. Fuck, you need it bad—that tongue deep in your pussy.” She gasped, and he smiled. Got you. “Your clit’s wet and swollen, begging for attention. Don’t worry, sweetest, Braeden’s on his way there.”

  “Oh God.” Vanessa wobbled, her hand shooting for the trunk of the nearby ficus tree. She steadied herself but her legs still trembled. “How…?”

  “You feel him, don’t you? His lips tugging softly. Suckling. He can’t get enough of you.”

  A hungry moan ripped from Braeden, verifying the statement. Rand was entangled in a web of his own making, on the edge and desperate to give his mates the releases they craved. The furious defeat that always swamped him thanks to the curse he and Braeden suffered still taunted him, but this time a spark of hope lit the darkness. They could satisfy Vanessa, and be one step closer to unity.

  “It’s building inside you, sweetest. The biggest orgasm of your life. Nothing’s going to stop it now. Braeden’s tongue is flicking your luscious little clit like crazy…”

  Vanessa gave a strangled cry.

  “…making you come so hard you could pass out.”

  Her entire body bowed in a stiff arch and her nails dug into the bark of the ficus. Eyes rolling back in her head, she slumped against the tree trunk, breathing fast and ragged.

  Rand watched the dreamy glow of satisfaction soften her features while she slid to the ground, and he made a promise to himself. The next time she came like that, it would be around his cock.

  Chapter Four

  Vanessa woke in the middle of a strange bed, sandwiched between two naked strangers. For an awkward moment, she wondered what the hell she’d gotten up to the night before. But then her previous evening’s adventures came flooding back in Technicolor detail. Stifling her groan, she inched her way off the mattress. Neither Rand nor Braeden budged. Then again, not too surprising considering how they’d spent most of the night. That much sex was bound to tucker a man—or a pooka—out.

  Recalling all the naughty acts she’d witnessed, sweat crawled over her skin. To say Rand and Braeden were lusty and uninhibited in their lovemaking would be a huge understatement. Still, despite their best efforts to convince her to join in, she’d held her ground. She deserved a damn medal for her willpower.

  She stretched and grimaced as every bone in her body creaked in protest. That damn sprint down the hill last night had finally caught up with her. She glanced toward the aqua curtain and contemplated a fast dip in the pool. Her muscles practically screamed yes, yes, yes. After a quick peek to ensure Rand and Braeden were still zonked out, she rifled through her suitcase for a change of clothes. The purple miniskirt and midriff-bearing sweater were way more revealing than what she’d normally choose to wear, but they weren’t nearly as provocative as the rest of the garments. Tossing the red G-string on top of her armful of clothing, she ducked into the bathroom and tiptoed to the pool. She tested the temperature of the steaming, swirling water and shivered in pure pleasure when toasty warmth lapped at her fingers. Setting her fresh change of clothes on the nearby slipcovered lounge chair, she hurriedly stripped and hopped into the pool.

  Ooh mama. The blissful cocoon of heat that enveloped her was almost as mind-blowing as the orgasm she’d experienced last night. An extra burst of heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water rippled through her. How sad was it that the most amazing sex of her life hadn’t even involved physical contact?

  Spreading her arms out, she floated onto her back, bobbing amongst the sweet-smelling flowers. It’d been at least a year and a half since she’d indulged in sex with anyone other than BOB—her battery operated boyfriend. Yeah, sometimes she craved a little flesh-on-flesh intimacy, but at least with BOB she never had to worry about it being freaked out over her ability to interact with the Otherworlders, or leaving her when the going got tough. Because one way or another, they always left. It was the fucking story of her life.

  Her heavy thoughts were enough to ruin the idyllic tranquility she’d briefly discovered. Plunging her legs beneath her, she stood and trudged through waist-deep water to the steps leading from the pool. Grabbing one of the fluffy towels stacked by the chaise lounge, she quickly dried off and got dressed. She returned to the bedroom. Rand and Braeden were still sawing logs, but they’d rolled closer to each other on the mattress. Their heads rested on the same pillow and Braeden’s leg was flung over Rand’s. The sight of them stabbed an odd, tiny ache of longing deep in her heart.

  What would it be like to belong to each other like that? To feel compelled to always touch and hold your loved one, even when asleep? She shook her head. “You’re getting sappy, you moron.”

  Grumbling at her own idiocy, she tugged on her boots. They clashed with the rest of her outfit, but what the hell could she do about it? She tromped into the garden-like front living space. Thanks to a brief investigation the evening before, she knew Rand hadn’t stashed her car anywhere inside their hotel room. Not that she’d expected him to make it that easy for her. Of course, even if he had, she still would have been faced with the problem of driving the car out of the room. Pretty damn doubtful the SUV would have fit in the elevator. And while the idea of doing an Evel Knievel through the walls and down into the lobby sounded super cool, it was probably a stunt best left to the experts. Or those with an insane death wish.

  She made a beeline for the section of wall where the elevator had earlier dropped her and Rand off, half-convinced she’d have no luck hailing the conveyance. Considering the way things operated in this damn Alice-in-Wonderland hotel, it’d be a miracle if she didn’t end up trapped here forever.

  She almost fell over in shock when the wall slid back and the elevator doors popped open with a cheery ding. Jumping inside before the thing decided to disappear again, she scanned the mirrored interior for the button keypad, but found none.

  That made no sense. Hadn’t there bee
n one yesterday? She gritted her teeth. Damn it, this is what she got for being too preoccupied with Rand’s scrumdidilyumptious body. The elevator started descending and she quickly grasped the gold-plated handlebar to keep from falling. Hopefully the thing had a better idea of where they were going than she did.

  The elevator slid to a stop and she stumbled out into the lobby. Despite knowing she had better odds of running into Elvis than a staff member, she rounded the corner of the enormous fountain. A flash of white moved to her right. She spun, fully expecting to encounter the receptionist or the mythical valet attendant. Possibly even Mr. Saturday Night Fever chupacabra. Instead, she practically smacked headfirst into a unicorn.

  Correction, the unicorn. The son-of-a-bitchin’ one responsible for the full set of teeth marks tattooed on the outside of her ankle. “You.”

  The unicorn backed up a step and blinked at her before its eyes went comically wide. “Shit.” With a clatter of hooves, it dashed in the opposite direction.

  “Get your ass back here!” Her throat scratched raw from her fierce bellow, Vanessa barreled after the fleeing creature. It charged toward the far wall. Just when she swore the insane unicorn was going to crash into the plaster and drywall, a shimmering archway materialized. The unicorn bolted through the opening.

  Not giving herself a second to rethink the wisdom of jumping through a possible mirage, she followed suit. A long hallway stretched in front of her. Boots pounding on the carpeted aisle, she attempted to close the distance between her and the unicorn, but the little ankle-biting bastard powered up its gallop. Ahead, a door yawned open. Its powerful back legs kicking like twin pistons, the unicorn leapt past the doorway. A solid wall appeared, cutting off the faint strains of a mocking ninny.

  Vanessa dug her feet in, a string of profanities bulleting past her lips as the wall loomed closer. Bam. Grunting at the impact, she bounced backwards, her legs flying upward and her butt smacking into the floor. Dazed and winded, she wobbled up onto her elbows. “Ow.” Man, she was really racking up entries for the record book of epically bad ideas.