Game of Throbs Complete Series (Books 1-3)

by Piquette Fontaine

  “I don't understand,” said Amy, shaking now, and the men both smiled at her.

  “Don't you?” asked Justin. And in that moment, the two men turned toward one another, and brought their lips into one another. Amy's jaw dropped as she watched the two of them kiss, their tongues pushing into one another's mouths, twisting around their cheeks, making out as though they'd had plenty of time to practice up to this point. Their rugged, masculine faces looked delectable as they sank further and further into one another, and she found herself completely breathless when at last the two of them pulled themselves apart.

  “See,” said Steve, his lips still wet from where Justin had just been swallowing them up. “The two of us were able to kiss and make up... Maybe you'd like to join us?”

  “Oh God... I... I...” Amy stammered, dazed, taken aback by all of this. Her eyes kept darting back and forth, back and forth between the two men, her defenses slipping- and at last she could no longer stand the temptation.

  Losing all control, she flung herself forward, pressing her lips into Steve, missing his taste after having been apart from him for so long. Then, after having inhaled him for several long, blissful moments, she turned instead to Justin, their eyes locked, as she leaned into kiss him as well.

  The three of them separated, the two men smiling with satisfaction at their plan having worked so perfectly. Each of them extended a hand to Amy, and the three of them disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

  Moments later, the trio's clothes were melting like liquid to the floor. Shirts and pants, blouse and skirt, socks, underwear, bra, and panties. The three of them stood, naked and entwined, making out passionately, incapable of getting enough of one another. Justin's lips were on Amy's, kissing her soft and deep, her tongue rolling around those sharp, vampiric fangs of his. Then, Amy's lips were on Steve's, craving him more than ever after that first kiss of reunion back in the living room of the apartment.

  And then, at last, Steve's lips were on Justin's, the two of them revealing to her their bisexual sides in a way that turned her on like hell. She alternated between masturbating to the sight of her two lovers devouring one another, and masturbating them instead as they kissed, pumping the shafts of their erections with tightly clenched fists, jacking them off as pre-ejaculate coursed through her fingers.

  Around and around their kisses went, making Amy dizzy and lightheaded with satisfaction at receiving so much love. Sometimes, the three of them would meet in the middle, all kissing at once, or else both men would press their naked, sweaty bodies up against Amy, grinding their erections up against her skin as they kissed over her shoulders.

  At one point, finally, she became so enamored with watching the two of them make out that she could no longer stand it. She stooped down onto the floor, and took both men's cocks in hand- one long, white and veiny, one black, pulsing, and covered with pre-ejaculate. She spit onto both men's tips, and spread the saliva along them from head to base as she proceeded to jack the two of them off. When they were nice and slick, she opened her mouth wide, and proceeded to suck the two of them off. She plunged Justin's erection down her throat first, followed by Steve's, and switched back and forth, back and forth between the two of them as they made out like newlyweds up above. She savored the filling of her throat with their hugenesses as she choked on them, their tips jabbing against the back of her neck, making it pleasantly difficult for her to breathe.

  Spit began to dribble down along her cheeks, dripping onto her bouncing breasts as she heaved her entire body into the two of them. Before long, they'd become so aroused by her actions down below that the two men stopped kissing altogether, and reached down to pull her back to her feet.

  They smiled at her approvingly, savoring the view of her face as spit continued to drip down along it. Then they brought her over to the bed, and Steve lay down upon its surface, his wet, hard dick swinging gently through the air. Amy climbed up on top of him, covering him up like a blanket, and Justin helped slide his long hard dick into the opening of her pussy. She moaned as he pushed up along inside, filling her pleasantly up with his hugeness.

  She stared, smiling, into Steve's eyes as her body writhed about on top of him, sliding her pussy back and forth up against him. His shaft felt warm and delectable as it slid through her folds, and the two of them began to kiss, pushing their tongues into one another as they fucked. He slammed his pelvis as hard as he could up into her from below, preparing her for what was shortly to come, and she moaned with pleasure as sensations began to well up inside her.

  Then, when she was nice and wet enough, Steve settled down beneath her, and Justin climbed his way up onto the pile. He aligned himself with her already overstretched opening, seizing handfuls of her ass in his hands. Then he slowly pushed his way into her, his long, black dick filling up her vagina atop Steve's, their wet shafts sliding together, until at last he, too, touched down inside her.

  She whimpered, trembling with sensations as she waited for the two of them to begin. She'd never been this full before in all of her life, and she wasn't sure whether she would be able to survive once they started in on her.

  The two men proceeded to fuck her...

  She screamed as their shafts began to plunge in and out of her from either direction, moving in tandem, so that as Justin's penis was pulled out, Steve's was pushed deep inside, and so on and so on.

  “Oh God... Oh yes... Fuck... FUCK!”

  She loved the sensations of the men's shafts rubbing together inside her, and they, too, seemed to be enjoying themselves rather considerably, grunting as they were with every brutal pounding of her body.

  Harder and harder they annihilated her, thrusting, humping, fucking. The bed rattling violently beneath their collective weight, smashing hard into the wall, her cries of pleasure and agony deafening as they echoed loudly through the room.

  And at last, at long, long last, both Steve and Justin threw their entire weight up into her one final time, holding themselves steadily in place. They began to ejaculate into her body, filling her up with pulse after pulse of their hot, molten seed, drenching one another's erect shafts as they continued to screw from below, and setting Amy over the edge with pleasure.

  An orgasm, the likes of which she'd never before known, coursed through her body in waves. Justin bit down hard on her neck as she came, adding a last pang of agony to the excitement of the moment, and making her feel as though her body was about to burst. Her toes curled, her fingers curled into flesh, and her spine arched, somehow pushing her deeper into the bodies of both men at once.

  Finally, with an intense, powerful gasp, the last pangs of sensation dissipated. The men slowly pulled themselves out of her, the three of them sweaty, panting, and exhausted, but thrilled as hell with the unspeakable pleasure of what they'd just done.

  Amy, Steve, and Justin laid kissing and caressing in the afterglow, the three of them unable to get enough of one another, savoring the beauty of their reunion.

  Amy didn't know what sort of future this strange, unorthodox relationship held in store for the three of them. But she did know one thing, no matter what the future brought- a triadic romance between her ex- fiancé and a vampire would definitely never get boring.

  THE END

  Savage Urges

  Chapter 1

  It had been a year since her husband died yet still Amelia could feel his presence in the mansion. Sometimes when she closed her eyes she could have sworn that he was standing directly behind her. Never had she believed in ghosts or the spirit world but there was definitely something lurking...perhaps it was simply her own longing for the past. Night terrors plagued her, and often she awoke in a cold sweat, the sheets sodden, and the moonlight pouring into the room, bathing her in an ethereal, silver glow. Her new husband, the young and handsome Tom, slept peacefully, and as she looked at him she wondered what he was doing with her.

  He had been helping around the house before Edward had died at sea, and when news of Edward
's passing reached Amelia, Tom was there to be the rock that she could lean on. He was attentive and kind and although she knew that he had harbored a secret desire for her (she was in her forties now and during that time she had become quite the expert at knowing when a man desired her) she had never actually expected it to lead to marriage. He was barely out of his teenage years and it had caused quite the scandal when she chose him to be her second husband, but it seemed the perfect match at the time. He doted on her and she felt safe with him. She wasn't fooling herself though. It wasn't love, at least not on her part and, she suspected, not on his either. There had been rumblings from her friends that a young girl in town had captured his attention and was trying to tempt him away from her. Amelia liked to think of herself as above petty jealousy yet still there was a pang of pain in her heart, especially when she passed a mirror and saw herself getting older every day.

  There were lines on her body that had never been there before and there were some days where she seemed so weary, as though the energy was being sapped out of her. Tom seemed happy enough but there were moments when the disparity in ages between them was apparent. Still, they lived in a huge mansion on the outskirts of town and she had developed ways to keep him happy, and he certainly kept her happy, although her libido wasn't what it once was. In truth, she had to admit to herself that if Tom was casting admiring glances to another suitor it was probably Amelia's own fault because she still hadn't gotten over Edward's death. At first the pain was cold and numb and distant, surreal and almost not even there. Then, one day, it hit her and she wept endlessly until there were no more tears left in her body. Everyone said that it would take time but eventually she would move on because that's what Edward would have wanted, and it was what was healthy. 'The best thing you can do is live a full life and be happy, that's the greatest way you can honor his memory,' everyone said. It sounded like good, wise advice and Amelia had intended to follow it, but everywhere she looked there were reminders of the husband, and the love, she had lost.

  People had advised her to sell the house and move on but Amelia would never have considered that. It was too perfect. It reminded her of an old stately English mansion, which is what had first attracted Edward to it since his family originated from England (although he had been born there he had grown up in America and had no trace of the accent from his homeland). It covered a vast amount of land and in their heyday as a married couple Amelia and Edward had entertained many guests. The garden stretched out into a forest, lending itself to fantastical tales of fairies and other enchanted beings that captured the imaginations of young folk, and came in particularly useful at Easter and Halloween, when the would have themed parties. The mansion was filled with various artifacts from Edward's travels around the world. He had been a collector of antiques and had quite the assortment of a collection, most of which Amelia knew but there were some things that escaped her notice. They stayed there as a reminder of Edward's passion. Artwork hung on the walls, in the library hundreds of books rested on the shelves. But since Edward died much of the joy in the house had gone with him. The parties were far more infrequent. Tom wasn't suited to be a host. He always felt inadequate when compared with Amelia's peers, since he had been born into a lower class and had only risen to these heights because of his marriage to Amelia. He was a simple man and that was one thing that first attracted Amelia to him, the fact that he was part of a different world to her and was awed by everything that she had built with Edward.

  Her patience for high society had waned over the years as well. It used to be that she loved throwing herself into the middle of a party, sharing in the gossip and chatter that went along with the fine wine and good food. But when Edward had died something inside her had died as well, a spark of light that once shone brightly. No longer did she find it effortless to smile and weave her way through a multitude of conversations, and it didn't seem worth the energy, especially when she had to endure everyone's pity. Sympathy was one thing, and it had been overwhelming when she was in need of it, but now she was met with pity above all else. Most of them thought that she was with Tom for a mere ego boost, and that he was only with her because of her wealth. The sniping and sharp judgments that she had once reveled in were now being directed at her and Amelia simply didn't have the time or energy for it. So the house that had once hosted vibrant social events was mostly quiet. Shadows danced in the dim corners and sometimes the wind would howl through empty hallways, and at night when she couldn't sleep Amelia would walk like a ghost through the house, remembering the past and all that she had lost. Despair and hopelessness had taken root in her soul and it was difficult to shift, although these bleak feelings of melancholy were concealed from Tom.

  Chapter 2

  As it did every morning, the moon relinquished its seat on the celestial throne to the sun, which spread its golden glow over the house and sparkled through the window, warming the bed in which Amelia and Tom lay. He never noticed when she got up in the night, and she always returned in the small hours of the morning to finally sleep. Tom stretched his long arms and yawned, then rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before leaning over to kiss Amelia on the cheek. She stirred and for a moment she thought it was Edward waking her, because he would always wake her with a kiss in the morning. This happened too often and she felt a harrowing guilt because Tom didn't deserve to put up with it, but thankfully she caught herself in time before she made a grave error.

  “Did you sleep well?” he asked.

  “About as well as usual.”

  “Have you thought about seeing a doctor? I hear they have a number of things to help with sleep. You should find a way to calm the mind, it can only be a good thing.”

  “Perhaps I will. I shall add it to the long list of things I have to do today,” she said, smiling ironically. Their lives were ones of luxury. In his life Edward had made some smart investments and Amelia was now reaping the rewards. He had also been an only child and the sole beneficiary of his parents' estate, so Amelia and Tom had no worries of running out of money. “Are you going into town today?” she added.

  “Probably. I was thinking about stopping by my parents' house and running a few errands.”

  “I may join you. It has been a while since I have journeyed into town and I feel as though I should make an appearance now and then, just to remind everyone there that I'm still alive.” The idea was said with good humor but Tom's eyes flinched a little, and Amelia noticed immediately.

  “Is something wrong?” she asked.

  “No, not at all, I'm just surprised. Usually you like to stay here,” he said. But Amelia thought it was something more than that. Perhaps there was some truth to the rumor that he was meeting this other girl. Well, it would be fun to see this girl for herself and see if there was any truth to it. They bathed and ate breakfast and then Amelia got dressed. Ever since Edward's death, Amelia had incorporated something black into her attire, which again gave her a gloomy air. When she emerged and was ready to get into the carriage Tom sighed.

  “Is something the matter?” she asked.

  “No. Let us go. The day is growing short,” he said. But Amelia could tell that something was bothering him so she pressed the matter as she climbed into the back of the carriage. The driver yelled at the horses and soon enough the carriage was rumbling along the road to town.

  “Tom, if you have a problem then we must talk about it. It does us no good to let these things fester.”

  Tom looked out of the window at the world rolling by and chewed his finger before he answered.

  “It bothers me that you are still wearing black,” he said. “I know that losing Edward was traumatic for you and that you still mourn him but it wounds my pride when we appear in public and you wear something that brings up memories of your old husband. We both know that there are those in town who think that our relationship is not real, and I know that I will never garner the same affection that you held for your husband, but I feel it is disrespectful to me to make such a sho
w of your grief. It has been a year now. Will this ever change?”

  “I am sorry you feel that way. I had no idea that it affected you so deeply.”

  “I merely dislike the fact that people see our relationship as a joke, and that Edward's death hangs over our happiness like a shadow. I had hoped that by now you would see that there is another chapter of your life and you do not always have to be so concerned with the past.”

  “I do Tom, perhaps when you are my age you will understand how much the past can haunt you.”

  “There you go again, speaking to me as though I am a child! Sometimes I wonder if you married me for desire or to fill a gap in your life, to be a husband and a son to you.” There was a bitter tone to his voice and Amelia was aghast at what he was saying. Had she really been so cold to him? A chilly wind blew through the carriage and Amelia remained silent. Tom could be a brooding figure sometimes, and it was best to let things lie. There was much to occupy her thoughts though. Perhaps it was time to finally let Edward go. He wasn't coming back, and grieving over him for too long would only push Tom away, and she would be left alone again. The feeling of complete isolation she had experienced after Edward had died was something that she never wished to feel again, and as she looked across at Tom she knew that she didn't want to lose him. She reached over and took his hand, then squeezed it affectionately as they rode into town.