by Bianca D'Arc
She was very much afraid that she was in love with the vampire.
It couldn’t come to anything, of course, but there it was. She’d never have given herself so freely to him and his desires if she wasn’t already a little in love with him. She may be were, but she wasn’t a bitch in heat to do anything a man asked. She was more discriminating than that.
It was this man. When he came to her, all bets were off. She’d do anything for him, and she was afraid he knew it. She was all too transparent where he was concerned.
She stroked her fingers over his chest, loving the warm, hard feel of him. Rising to her knees, she went into his embrace, kissing him, needing him to hold her and make her feel alive.
She’d never felt this way with anyone. She doubted she ever would again.
“Dante, I—”
He silenced her with a finger over her lips. “Ssh, ma petite.” He looked deep into her eyes, and she almost felt as if he were reading her mind. “Turn around, sweet, and give Duncan some of that. Kiss him as you just kissed me.”
She sent him a questioning look, her heart in her eyes. How could he ask her to turn to his friend when she really wanted only him? Didn’t he want her too? Or was this all a game to him?
It was delicious, of course. No woman was immune to having two handsome men so totally focused on her pleasure, but she wanted more. Somehow… she wanted a sign this meant more to Dante than just a momentary pleasure.
He seemed to see the pain in her eyes. His gaze softened as he stroked her hair away from her face.
“It must be this way. For now.” His eyes held promises of which he refused to speak. “Duncan’s magic will touch you, help you, protect you from what’s coming.”
She realized in that moment, he really did care. He wasn’t sharing her with his friend out of some bored ennui, but rather out of concern for her welfare. Duncan was the most magical being she had ever encountered, and she’d seen firsthand his care and friendship for Dante. This act was one of love. The love of a friend for a friend, a brother in arms for his fellow, a guardian for those he was sworn to protect.
She was a little frightened of Duncan’s power. She knew he was going to use it to bind her, just as her keeper had done without her knowledge. This was different. Duncan had explained the necessity, asked her permission and more than that, she trusted him. He had her best interests at heart. She’d always fancied herself an avenger—someone working for the greater good. She’d seen her work for the Altor Custodis in that light and only now realized she’d been duped.
There was no doubt in her mind that Duncan was on the right side. She’d seen for herself the way he wielded his magical sword and wore that stunning armor of light and goodness. He was the real deal. He was sworn to protect this realm and others from the encroaching darkness. There was no higher calling than that to her mind. For that alone she loved him. It was a different kind of love from the all-encompassing, consuming sort of feelings she did her best to suppress when in Dante’s presence.
“Come now, sweetheart,” Dante coaxed as he held her loosely by her shoulders. “I promise you, we’ll bring you more pleasure than ever before. All I ask is that you trust me. This must be done.”
She read what looked like regret in his eyes, and it comforted her in a strange way.
“I do trust you, Dante.” Her words were a whisper against his lips as she leaned up for one last kiss.
She turned in his arms to face Duncan, and her heart was touched by the tender, compassionate expression on his face. He reached for her, and she went willingly. Duncan held her for a moment, hugging her close to his muscular chest, rubbing her back in comforting circles.
“I would never harm you, Megan. I only mean to help you.”
“I know,” she whispered to him. “But I’m wary of your magic. Just lately, I’ve learned to fear mages.”
“With good reason,” he agreed. “Trust that my aim is to undo what has been done to you.”
“And to prevent me from speaking of your true identity.” She looked at him, trying to reconcile the necessity of what he had to do with her dislike for what had already been done. She hated that she couldn’t speak of her keeper. She hated the pain that even the attempt to tell Dante and Duncan about her Altor Custodis contact generated. More than anything, she hated that the choice to speak or not had been taken away from her.
Duncan looked pained. That was the difference between him and the other mage who had worked his magic upon her without her knowledge. Duncan cared.
“I’m sorry, Megan. For now, it has to be this way.”
She placed her finger over his lips and smiled gently. “It’s all right. At least you asked, and you’ve never lied to me.”
“It’s not in my nature to lie,” Duncan agreed, pulling her closer so her breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. “Especially not to such a beautiful woman.”
She laughed as he swooped in to place a tickling row of kisses down her neck. Dante growled behind them, and she could feel Duncan looking at the bloodletter as he chuckled.
“Our friend is jealous that I can nibble your neck, but he’s been banned from the pleasure.” Duncan moved back, facing her. “That’s one of the things we’ll work on tonight. I don’t think I can destroy the poison in your blood, but I can weaken it, and the hold your keeper has on you.”
“I’m all for that,” she agreed.
“Good. Then unzip my pants.”
The playful tone switched to seduction in the blink of an eye, leaving her senses spinning. Duncan hadn’t led the dance since that first time with Heath. He’d deferred to Dante since then, and she’d assumed it was because Dante was the more dominant of the two. She quickly reevaluated her assessment of Duncan. He was a warrior after all. Perhaps he’d been taking a lesser role because he sensed Megan’s growing attachment to the bloodletter.
Whatever the reason, she was suddenly faced with two dominant men. Rather than put her off, the idea made her tingle as she lowered her hands to do his bidding.
Dante tugged at her hips, and she scooted back to accommodate him. She ended up on her hands and knees between the two men, a provocative position to be sure. Unbuttoning Duncan’s pants with slow deliberation, she teased him as she lowered the zipper, tooth by tooth.
“Did you know our little Megan was such a tease, Dante?” Duncan asked over her head.
A growl and a smack to her ass was his immediate answer. Megan jumped but found the little spank more exciting than painful. He wasn’t swatting to hurt. Instead, it tantalized, and her body was taking notice in a big way. Fire raced along her veins as her heart beat a quickening tattoo.
“Get on with it, Megan. I want to see your lips wrapped around his dick while I fuck you.”
He’d never really spoken so bluntly to her before, and she was surprised to find it made her even hotter. She liked the picture he painted with his words. And she liked even more the way his hands molded her ass. His long fingers delved into the crease of her ass and lowered to tease the folds of her pussy.
“She’s wet and ready for us, Duncan. I wonder if she’d like to take us both at once?”
Dante’s deceptively casual question made her jump as she freed Duncan’s long cock and pushed his pants out of the way.
“I think she likes the idea.” Duncan took hold of his cock and guided it toward her waiting lips. “Open wide, lass. I want to feel your lips around me.”
With little ado, Duncan pushed between her lips, stuffing her mouth while Dante’s fingers slid into her wet channel. They both pulsed within her a few times before withdrawing. Duncan didn’t go far. He retreated to let her tongue the tip of his cock while Dante’s fingers dragged the moisture from her pussy up a few inches, to play around her ass. She sucked in a breath.
“You like having a cock up your ass, Megan?” Dante asked behind her. She could hear the teasing amusement in his voice, but she couldn’t answer. Her mouth was otherwise occupied. She moaned as he pushed one fing
er inside her ass, just the tiniest bit.
“I think that’s a yes,” Duncan said on a laugh as he stroked into her mouth. He was letting her take what she could of him in small increments. She liked his thoughtful movements as much as she liked him.
Dante pushed deeper. “I’ll make it so good for you, Megan. You know I can.”
Everything Dante did to her felt better than anything she’d ever experienced before. He had more sexual skill in his finger—the one that was delving even deeper—than any of her past lovers.
Duncan eased out of her mouth and cupped her cheek with one big hand. “You know you want it.”
He held her gaze with his encouraging, mesmerizing blue eyes. Slowly, she nodded.
Duncan smiled at her, his touch gentle, his gaze approving. “I won’t use my magic to lull you into it this time. We’ll take it slow. I think you’ll enjoy this even more than that first night with Heath.”
“If you say so,” she panted as Dante began to move his finger around inside her. “How often have you done this before?”
“Many times.” Duncan grinned wickedly. “We fey are highly sexual creatures, lass. This kind of encounter is delicious for all concerned when done correctly and one of the most powerful unions that can be made.”
“So it’s for the magic? That’s why?” She was having a hard time stringing words together into coherent sentences.
“That’s only one reason, Megan,” he was quick to assure her. “I’ve only known you a short time, but already you’re special to me, as I know you are to Dante. Let us show you how special.”
She looked over her shoulder at the man whose opinion meant more than it should have. Dante’s expression was shuttered, but his eyes lit with desire as he gazed at her.
“Everything he said goes double for me.” Dante’s roughly stated words surprised her, and from the quirk of his masculine lips, surprised himself as well.
She shut her eyes, drinking in their attention and coming to what felt like a fateful decision.
“All right then. Do your worst.” The dramatic phrase was followed by a husky laugh as she put herself completely at their mercy.
Chapter Twelve
Duncan scooted off the bed and disappeared into the attached bathroom. Dante positioned her to his liking, as if she were a rag doll. His strength impressed her again as he lifted her easily, placing her on her stomach with her knees pulled up under her. Her ass was presented and spread for him as he sat back. She could feel him looking at her, a low rumble sounding from his chest that felt like approval. It warmed her and sent the fire in her belly up another notch.
She knew a lot of wolves liked to use the backdoor with their lovers. It was a dominance thing. She was an independent woman—a lone wolf—and she liked it that way. Getting mixed up with a dominant shifter male had always seemed like more trouble than it was worth. So she’d only had human lovers and not many of them. None had delved into the kinkier side of sex.
Dante and Duncan were more than making up for her lack of experience in that area. She was discovering new facets of her personality and new desires she’d never even imagined.
Duncan returned and the bed dipped as he knelt on the side opposite Dante. She peeked around her shoulder and saw a tube of something passing from Duncan to Dante. No doubt he’d found something suitable in her bathroom to use as lube.
“Easy,” Duncan counseled as he rubbed her back. No doubt, he could feel the tension in her muscles. Without the drugging magic touch he’d used on her that first time, she was tense. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, nuzzling her neck and shoulder while Dante began a gentle but firm penetration.
It felt…weird. At first. Different than the last time. She was more aware of every sensation, sensitive all the way around. He touched something inside her that made her want to howl. No wonder shifter women put up with this act of dominance by their males. Holy Mother, that felt good.
She began to move with him and heard his rumble of approval as he added another finger, stretching her. The sensations grew and multiplied. Suddenly she craved his possession like nothing else.
“Now, my little wolf, let’s see how you like the real thing.” Dante’s voice was an intoxicating growl as he positioned himself behind her. Duncan massaged her back and shoulders. She could see him watching Dante—or more likely, the place where Dante began to join with her—with rapt attention.
She couldn’t see much with her head turned at an odd angle. It was enough to know that both men found this act to be utterly fascinating. Or perhaps arousing would be a better word. Duncan’s cock was standing at full attention just a foot from her eager mouth. Whatever nerve Dante had hit with his probing had made her suddenly voracious. She wanted them both, and she wanted them now.
She reached out and took hold of Duncan’s cock with single-minded determination. He jumped in her hand and when she looked up, she knew she had his full attention once more. She smiled and licked her lips.
“Oh, my beauty.” Duncan moved closer, a cunning grin on his handsome face. “You like it even better without your senses dulled, don’t you?”
She couldn’t speak as Dante chose that moment to push inside her. She felt the ring of muscle give and the slight invasion of the tip of his hard cock. She wanted it all. She craved it with everything that was within her.
“More!” she cried, and Dante answered by pushing deeper. She gripped Duncan’s cock, moving on him as her pleasure rose. Dante shoved inward once again until he was in full possession, claiming her in every way. “Oh Goddess!”
Duncan laughed at her reaction. “She approves, I’m sure. After all, my brethren believe She made us to enjoy each other in all ways.”
Megan had never heard that said of the Goddess she had worshiped all her life. Then again the Goddess was at times one of plenty and fertility. She had other seasons, of course, but this was by far one of the most enjoyable for her followers. Shifters, in general, followed the Goddess and, until mated, weren’t stingy with their sexual favors. Megan was perhaps, more fastidious than most, but then, she hadn’t been raised in a typical shifter household.
Dante used his immense strength to roll, taking her with him as he shifted positions, maintaining his possession of her bottom at all times. They ended up on their sides, her top leg bent backward over his thigh, her legs spread wide to accommodate him. Dante’s hand cupped her breast, squeezing her nipple as his mouth moved to nuzzle her neck.
Duncan intervened, earning a growl from the bloodletter. Yet he would not be deterred.
“No biting, my old friend.”
Dante backed off grudgingly. “Move your skinny ass and join us or we’re liable to end this without you.” He sounded grumpy, but he felt wonderful within her as he began to pulse in short little digs that drove her wild.
Duncan moved close, rolling onto his side so he was facing her. He positioned his cock and paused, looking deep into her eyes.
“I’ve yet to take you this way, Megan. Will you give yourself to me like this?”
“It’s a little late to start asking now,” Dante griped from behind, making her giggle.
“Do it, Duncan. Do me.” She’d never said something so sleazy before in her life. Yet somehow it seemed to fit with the moment. Rather than breathless, all too serious passion, she was feeling lighthearted and…loved. If not loved, then cared for in a deeply touching way. It was enough to make her sheltered heart sing, and her body craved the feeling of their possession.
“Mm, I like it when a woman knows what she wants.” Duncan complimented her as he moved even closer, lining himself up with her pussy. Dante’s hands came around to help, spreading her so Duncan could support himself with one arm and use his other hand to help guide himself into her.
He penetrated her with just the tip, his cock filling her with Dante firmly in her ass. She felt a growl of desire rumble up through her chest, shocking her with the primal feelings these two men stirred. She’d never been closer to her wolf
then at this very moment. Her animal nature joined with her mortal self, reveling in the males dominating her.
“Goddess, you’re tight,” Duncan said as he pushed deeper. The tone of his voice made it clear it was a compliment. When he was fully sheathed, he stayed motionless for a long moment, looking deep into her eyes.
Dante was the one who shattered the moment. He began a small, pulsing movement inside her that made her want to scream…or howl. She held the impulse in check as long as she could. When Duncan joined him in the motion and they increased both the tempo and depth of their thrusts, her wolf began to sing.
Luckily for her—not to mention her neighbors—in human form, her throat couldn’t reproduce the sounds accurately or with nearly as much volume. As Megan moaned, her inner wolf did the same, joined with her completely at that moment in a way they seldom were.
The pace increased yet again and she was dimly aware of Duncan reaching over her shoulder, offering his wrist to Dante. She felt Dante’s breath on her skin as he struck deep into Duncan’s vein, pushing his arm down to rest on her shoulder. For the first time, she felt part of the sensuous act of Dante’s feeding. She felt the small movements of Duncan’s wrist against her arm. Dante’s teeth and mouth moved as he sucked and swallowed, causing the small motions.
It took only a moment of this for blinding pleasure to hit her like lightning, striking her every nerve and sending her into orbit. She screamed as she felt the shock of magic striking her at the same time. Duncan’s no doubt, cuddling her close and making her feel safe in a way she’d never felt before.
His magic tasted like honey on her tongue. His body pleasured her as his magic bathed her senses. She lost consciousness for a short time—so intense was the feeling.
Dante came inside her, and Duncan followed soon after. It felt as if he were watching over them. Duncan was more guardian and protector in that moment than he had ever been, encasing them in his magic and sharing himself with her on the most basic level. She thought she finally understood why the fey were such sexual creatures. If this was a taste of the way they interacted with each other, she finally understood why they shared themselves so freely.