by Marla Monroe
“Holy hell!” Cain gasped with a growly edge to his voice. “She’s hotter than a gas fire. It feels like she’s scorching my dick, Shade.”
“Hold her down while I finish getting her ready. I can’t wait to feel her ass around mine,” Shade told him.
“Hurry, Shade. Please. I need you!” Kay demanded.
Kay had an itch inside of her that just wouldn’t go away. She squirmed on top of Cain in hopes of finding it with his huge cock, but no such luck. Maybe when Shade worked his shaft inside her ass, he’d find it. One way or the other, someone had to find it or she was going to die with need.
Pressure at her anus let her know that Shade was finally working his dick at her back door. She expected it to be bigger than his fingers were, but hadn’t been prepared for just how much bigger his prick really was.
“Ohh,” she moaned before she could stop it from coming out.
Shade froze. “Kay? Are you okay? Do I need to stop?” he asked.
“No. Just give me a second.” She prayed she could relax again, so it wouldn’t be so painful. She really wanted this. Maybe she should ask him for more lube.
Almost the instant she thought it, several drops of cold lube plopped down near her back hole. Shade rubbed it in then began pressing forward with his shaft once more. This time, it slipped through the resistant ring a little easier then pushed past the second ring of muscle to finally fill her ass to capacity.
“Yes!” she hissed out.
Cain released her back and stared up into her eyes with a smile. “I knew you could do it. Just relax now and let us do all of the work, princess.”
She smiled and waited, thinking nothing could be any better than this. She was full of her two men who’d told her they loved her. Trapped between them was the best kind of trapped anyone could be. Then they totally blew her mind.
Cain pulled out while Shade pressed deep inside of her. When Shade pulled back to almost the end, Cain slammed back into her pussy. They took turns filling her up and slipping away in a rhythm that slowly increased in tempo and strength. She was going to die when her body finally released into orgasm. There was no way she could survive the type of pressure building deep in her cunt. Pleasure spiraled throughout her body in pulsing vibes.
“It’s too much! You’ve got to stop. I can’t do this,” she all but screamed around the pulse in her throat.
“You can take it, Kay. It’s all for you. Just let go and feel us become part of you,” Cain said.
“We’ll catch you, Kay. We’ll always catch you,” Shade told her from behind.
Every nerve ending in her body, including those Shade was torturing in her ass, throbbed with energy, readying her for an explosion Kay was sure she’d never recover from.
“Fuck, Shade. I’m losing it! It has to be now,” Cain snarled.
“Not yet! You fucking hold on,” Shade snarled back.
“Please!” Kay could only beg at this point.
“Now!” Shade yelled.
Twin peaks of pain lanced through Kay’s shoulders as two sets of sharp teeth sank into her tender skin. Fire burned as something almost like acid ate at her flesh. Growls vibrated along her body. Trapped as she was between the two men, she had no way to know what they looked like and prayed she wouldn’t see them before they had changed their mouths back to human. Yes, she was curious but not enough to see right now. Maybe later, much later, when she’d almost forgotten this, she would ask to see.
After that, everything seemed to float away. Her climax attacked with the ferocity of a summer storm, wiping away everything in its path. She couldn’t hear, see, or feel anything except the strangling pleasure that carried her down the raging rapids with it. Somewhere along the way she felt both men climax with wild growls that transferred to her skin from where their teeth remained embedded there.
Their cocks seemed to bulge inside of her as if they had grown thicker in the middle. They no longer thrust in and out of her, just remained where they were caressing and kissing.
Nothing but pleasure flowed through her body now, and she was fine with it taking her wherever it wished to go.
As she slowly opened her eyes, Kay realized they were all still joined and the men hadn’t pulled away yet. Maybe she hadn’t been drifting quite as long as she’d first thought. It had seemed like hours to her.
“Are you okay, princess?” Cain asked in a soft raspy voice.
“Yeah. Better than okay. That was amazing,” she whispered to him.
“We were beginning to wonder if you were going to wake up anytime soon or not,” Shade told her from over her shoulder.
“How long was I out?” she asked, trying to move between them.
“Easy. You’ve got to stay still for a few more minutes, Kay.” Shade held her in his arms from behind.
“What’s wrong?”
“You were drifting there for about two or three minutes. You made fun noises while you were,” Cain teased.
“You can’t move yet because it would hurt you. When we, um, have sex with our mate, we get knots in our dicks during orgasm. The swelling doesn’t go down right away. Sometimes it’s only four or five minutes and sometimes it takes a bit longer,” Shade explained.
Kay flexed the muscles in her cunt and her ass and realized they were telling the truth. They were swollen and lodged tightly inside of her. She started to panic until Cain kissed her.
“Look at it this way. We get to hold you and cuddle for a few minutes afterward every time. Women really like that, don’t they?” Cain asked.
She couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up from inside of her. By the time it escaped, they were all moaning at the way it stimulated them due to the knots holding them in place. Kay could definitely grow to like this part of the mating thing. Most men just rolled over and went to sleep, or worse, got up to get a beer and a cigarette. She had two handsome dangerous men who would always cuddle with her after they made love. Always.
Nope. Life couldn’t get any better than this. Kay figured she’d hit the jackpot of all slot machines.
Epilogue
“Now then, darling. Do you feel better now?” Shade asked.
Kay smiled up at him then reached out and grasped Cain’s hand. She found that she wanted to always be touching one or both of them now. Being mated was turning out to be even better than they had promised. The sex was amazing, and the cuddling afterward was almost as good as their lovemaking. Almost.
“Yes. I do. Thank you both very much for making this happen. I can’t believe it. How did you ever work all of this out? I can’t believe that Tony just did what you told him to do. Are you sure he won’t try and get revenge later?” she asked.
“He’s the blood slave of a very important vampire, Evangeline De’Marcus. All it took was to call her and let her know he was being a bad boy that involved our mate, and she was most happy to insist he turn over everything to us,” Shade told her.
“Now you can do whatever you want with the club and the women’s immediate needs are taken care of while they figure out what’s next,” Cain told her.
“He deserves whatever he is, but slave? I wouldn’t wish being a slave on my worst enemy. I didn’t know vampires had slaves. That’s so wrong, Shade,” she said. It would eat at her to know that there were people out there who belonged to another. It was so much like what she’d been subjected to.
“It’s not what you’re thinking, precious,” Cain said. He brushed her hair back and kissed the side of her neck. “Vampires make deals with their blood slaves. The term is very antiquated since they aren’t truly slaves in the sense that they have no control over their lives. They do. They just agree to provide the vampire with blood, and they provide whatever the blood slave needs or asks for in return.”
“What did Tony want that he would agree to that?” Kay asked. What could the man have possibly thought was worth allowing a vampire to feed on him?
“He wanted to rule St. Louis and the surrounding area and be rich,” Shade s
aid in a soft voice. “He could have done all of that through many different ways that didn’t include hurting innocent people, but he chose to run a syndicate of drugs, prostitution, gambling, and weapons. He chose his fate, not the vampire. She merely let him have his way with the money and contacts he requested.”
Kay let that sink in. She might be a little flaky at times when it came to looking nice and her obsession with her nails, but even she wasn’t that conceited or self-absorbed. Her mates were right. He deserved whatever he’d set himself up for. She had more important things to think about now. Namely, what to do with the club and how to help the women gain employment that would provide for their families.
“So, mates of mine,” she began as she walked through what had once been a nightmare and would soon be a salvation to her soul. “How do you feel about a country western bar?”
THE END
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