by Kate Hill
He glared at her, though a slight smile played around his lips, then did as she ordered. As she washed the injury, she tried to ignore the ripple of muscles in his shoulders and the way his broad back narrowed at the base and flared into his tight, round backside. The heat of his flesh and the musky, arousing scent of his skin made it hard to think of anything but fucking.
“Continue with your story,” Crispin said.
“Tell us more about the game,” Andre added, his one eye narrowed and gleamed like a shard of silver. Though Andre seemed to be the more reserved of the two, heat burned beneath the calm surface of that thickly-lashed eye. Desire rushed through Chantel, but she kept control of her emotions -- at least until she told her story and secured the wolves’ cooperation. Then she’d think about the fringe benefits of their arrangement.
While she cleaned and bandaged Crispin’s back, she went on, “You know Morall’s Treasure is located on Janis Isle in the Archipelago of Shadow. However, if you noticed on the key there are hollow spaces where three jewels must be set -- game pieces if you will -- that must be found before the key will work. These jewels have been hidden on other islands and are supposedly protected by Acynnsta magic that requires some form of confession to break.”
“That’s stupid,” Crispin said.
“If it’s so stupid then why has nobody been able to claim the treasure? Why did our parents and grandparents die in the search?”
“Bad luck,” Andre suggested.
“More like spells,” Chantel said. “It’s a cursed game and we need to follow the rules to the letter in order to win.”
Andre raised an eyebrow. “We?”
“Yes.” She smiled. “We. Don’t you get it? Each of us alone can’t possibly get through this, but together we will.”
Crispin and Andre exchanged looks and she sensed their amusement as well as their cunning.
“Don’t think of doing anything stupid like trying to get rid of me,” Chantel said. “Because when it comes to intelligence, you’re both inferior animals as you proved tonight.”
Their eyes flashed. Andre growled, but Crispin smiled and said, “I think I’m starting to like this woman. All right, so you want us to team up and all three go for it. Fine. We’ll set sail in the morn --”
“Sounds like a plan,” she said, walking to the table. “Sit and we’ll discuss the details of the voyage.”
They joined her at the table and she poured wine in all three glasses, then reached for the food. Damn, she was hungry. She’d been so busy making arrangements that she’d scarcely had time to eat today. She noted Crispin didn’t drink the wine.
“We’ll need only one ship of course,” she said. “We’ll be cutting through dangerous territory and the last thing we need is a fleet of ships announcing our arrival. One ship. The fastest ship we can get.”
“That would be mine,” Andre said.
“We’ll take mine,” Crispin stated.
“We’ll take neither,” Chantel told them. Their sharp gazes flew to her.
“I suppose you want to take yours?” Crispin said. “Woman, I’ve seen your vessel and it’s too big and slow --”
“We’re not taking mine either.”
Andre smiled humorlessly. “Then what do you suggest? Shall we swim to the Archipelago of Shadow?”
“No, we’ll get another ship. It’s in accordance with one of the hidden messages on the map. We should travel together and with equal command.”
“Wait a moment,” Andre said. “Before we go any further taking your word, I want to see the map and key.”
“Fine.” She reached between her breasts and tugged out a satin pouch. She emptied the contents onto the table -- a piece of cloth on which the map was printed and a hexagon-shaped plate of silver and gold about the size of a plum. There were three hollow spaces in the center that created a triangular pattern. She pointed to the symbols etched upon the plate. “The Acynnsta confirmed that there was a spell placed on this key. It tells us that the treasure can’t be found without the combined efforts of at least two people, preferably three and one must be female.”
“How convenient,” Andre said sarcastically.
Crispin reached for the key. When Andre made a move to stop him, Chantel placed a hand over his wrist. His sharp gaze flew to hers and she shook her head, her heart thrumming. Lord, his skin felt warm and incredibly pleasant. Absently she ran her fingertips over his forearm before releasing her hold on him.
Crispin gazed at the key and turned it over in his palm. “I think she’s telling the truth,” he murmured.
“Give me that!” Andre snapped, holding out his hand. Crispin dropped the key into it and Andre drew a sharp breath. “Yes. She might just be.”
“Can you feel it?” Chantel said, her pulse racing. Almost as soon as she, Crispin and Andre had gotten together, the key had tingled between her breasts, sending warmth through her, just as the Acynnsta priestess said would happen when the right partners found each another. “The three of us are meant to find Morall’s Treasure. I know it.”
“All right,” Andre sighed. “Now we need to get a ship.”
Chantel said, “We’ll buy one tomorrow. I’ve already found a seller --”
“Buy?” Crispin stood abruptly. “I’m out of here.”
“Wait a minute.” Andre also stood, blocking his way to the door.
“According to the map, we need to buy the ship. This needs to be an honest voyage,” Chantel said.
Crispin curled his lip in disgust. “Honest? We’re fucking pirates.”
“Do you want Morall’s Treasure or not, wolfswine?” Chantel demanded, her hand on her hip. She was losing patience fast. One thing about wolves, especially the alphas, they were nearly impossible to deal with. Usually it was their way or no way. Fortunately Chantel was just as stubborn. She had lost too much to the search for Morall’s Treasure to let them destroy her chances of finding it now.
“I want it,” Andre said. “We’ll buy the ship.”
“And share command?” Chantel added.
Crispin folded his arms across his chest and glowered at her. “Oh, I’m sure that will work.”
“It will if we keep ourselves under control,” Chantel said, then added in her most patronizing tone. “Can you do that?”
Crispin snorted and dropped back into his chair.
Andre also sat and said, “What are we going to do about a crew?”
“The ship I have in mind can easily carry seventy-five. That means each of us can select twenty-four crewmen from our ships. Everything equal.”
“Fine.”
“Good.”
Drawing a deep breath, Chantel released it slowly, her entire body tingling with anticipation. “Now we must bind this agreement.”
“Agreed,” the wolves replied in unison.
“I suggest we seal the pact in blood,” Chantel said, her teeth aching to taste their delectable wolf’s blood. Their scents had been driving her crazy with desire since they moment they’d met. It had been a long time since she’d teetered on the edge of control like this.
“I suggest sex,” Crispin said, his voice husky and his eyes aglow with lust.
Chantel smiled. He was a wolf after her own heart.
“Why not both?” she purred, stood and tugged off her shirt. She tossed it aside, baring her full breasts with their dark brown nipples already stiff with need.
She felt Andre’s hot gaze upon her as she approached Crispin, sat on his lap and slipped her arms around his neck. Without hesitation he wrapped an arm around her waist, careful not to touch her with his silver claws, and buried his good hand in her hair. Their mouths met with a hunger that stole Chantel’s breath. Their tongues thrust and lashed one another. His wolfish fangs clicked with her vampiric ones and they groaned with pleasure at the intensity of the emotions between them.
“You’re both mad,” Andre scoffed and headed for the door.
Crispin tore his mouth from Chantel’s, his hand still clutc
hing a handful of her hair, and growled, “Stop!”
Andre paused, his back to them.
“If you intend to back out of our plans, be kind enough to leave the key which is still in your treacherous hand,” Crispin said.
Andre’s jaw tightened and he turned on his heel, glaring at them.
“You agreed to the partnership,” Crispin stated.
“I agreed to seek Morall’s Treasure.”
“There’s another treasure right here,” Crispin said, his violet gaze fixed on Chantel. “I know you want this as much as we do, Andre. I can smell your desire.”
Chantel pushed away from Crispin and approached Andre, her hands languidly stroking her breasts. His gaze followed her fingertips along the full, dark mounds and he licked his lips then met her gaze. The passion in his eye was almost frightening in its intensity.
“If you’re really against sealing our pact with sex, you don’t have to --” Before Chantel could finish speaking, Andre grasped her in a crushing embrace and covered her mouth in a penetrating kiss. Every thrust of his tongue seemed to stoke the heat in her pussy.
Her eyes closed in ecstasy, Chantel clutched his smooth shaven head. This was going to be one hell of an adventure.
The kiss seemed to last forever, stealing her breath and making her legs so weak that she leaned against him for support.
With a savage growl, Andre lifted Chantel over his shoulder and carried her toward the bed. She laughed and grabbed a handful of his tight ass. No sooner had he tossed her on the bed than Crispin, who was now completely naked, grasped her by the waist and hauled her so close that their bodies were aligned. His mouth covered hers and though this kiss was no less fierce than before, his tongue explored much more thoroughly. Between possessive thrusts, he traced every part of her mouth he could reach, stroking the inside of her cheeks and gently scraping his tongue over her fangs. She tasted droplets of his blood and shivered with vampiric lust.
Crispin had discarded his faux claws and a soft leather glove covered his maimed hand. It felt smooth and rather cool against her until the heat of their flesh warmed it. Groaning with pleasure, she slipped her arms around his neck and ran her hands over his back, relishing the hard muscles rippling beneath his warm, smooth flesh. Her fingertips trailed down his spine, then she stroked with long sweeps of her palms. Simultaneously they reached for each other’s buttocks, their pelvises so close that she felt his hard cock pressed against her belly.
Her eyes were closed, as she was deeply involved in Crispin’s kiss, yet she felt Andre’s weight upon the bed and seconds later his naked body pushed against her from behind. One of his well-muscled legs draped over hers and he wrapped an arm around her while taking her earlobe between his teeth and nibbling.
Trapped so pleasurably between two gorgeous wolves, Chantel smiled and moaned with delight. Stronger than any vampire, they exuded raw male power while at the same time handling her with a gentleness that made her long for more.
Andre’s hand ran over her thigh and hip before it dipped between her legs. One finger then two searched her pussy. Already she was so wet that she could have fucked them easily, but in spite of their wolfish hunger, they didn’t seem in a rush.
It had been her experience that most wolves screwed like animals. Fast and hard but with little thought for their partner’s pleasure. Still they were usually better in bed than vampires, and she’d known when she looked into Crispin and Andre’s eyes they were different. In spite of his pirate’s ways, Andre seemed to take pride in his noble bloodline and Crispin seemed to live for seduction. This was like a fucking dream, making love with two powerful wolves who actually had finesse between the sheets.
“How do you like it, Chantel?” Andre purred into her ear. “Slow and gentle or fast and hard?”
Crispin tore his mouth from hers, giving her a chance to reply. She opened her eyes and found herself gazing into his large violet eyes that were aglow with passion. Lord, a woman could get lost in those eyes.
“Well?” Andre repeated, his voice soft yet laced with anticipation.
“Both,” she said, her breathing ragged from Crispin’s breath stealing kisses. “I like both.”
“Good thing there’s two of us, then,” Crispin teased, pushing himself up and kneeling beside her while Andre gently rolled Chantel onto her back. Trailing a finger between her breasts all the way down her belly until he reached the waistband of her trousers, Crispin continued, “You can have it slow and gentle, fast and hard, or slow and hard or fast in front and slow in back or --”
“That’s e-fucking-nough!” Andre growled. He placed a hand to Chantel’s cheek, turned her face toward his and kissed her.
While Andre’s tongue fenced with hers, Crispin stretched out across the bed, lifting her legs over his shoulders. At the first swipe of his tongue on her clit, she gasped into Andre’s mouth.
A lustful growl rumbled in his chest. He took her wrists and guided them above her head then began stroking and squeezing her breasts.
The entire time Crispin teased the sensitive flesh between her legs. Using his lips and tongue, he drove her lust to unimagined heights yet, miraculously, kept her teetering on the verge of orgasm.
Just when she thought she couldn’t stand another moment of the pleasurable torture, he moved to a kneeling position and guided her legs around his waist as he entered her.
Gasping with need, Chantel gazed at him through half-open eyes. Crispin was fucking gorgeous. With his wild hair, intense eyes and lean build, he made her feel as if a completely untamed beast was thrusting fast and hard into her hot, wet cunt.
He was possessive and strong, yet at the same time out to please her. He could have taken his pleasure with a few massive thrusts, but instead watched her carefully, keeping a steady rhythm that stoked her passion and drove her headlong into the most intense orgasm of her life.
“Oh! Fucking hell! Crispin, yes! Oh!” she cried, her eyes closed as she soared into bliss. Wave after wave struck her writhing body. As her back arched off the bed, she felt Crispin’s hands tighten on her hips at the same time Andre took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. His tongue lashed the straining peak while he fondled the other breast, squeezing the lush mound and rolling his thumb over the nipple.
Even as her orgasm waned, Crispin continued thrusting. His ragged breathing and soft growls of pleasure filled the cabin. Chantel opened her eyes a bit and noted the tension on his handsome face. The way the muscles in his broad chest tightened and twitched as he held off his pleasure while pushing her toward another climax turned her on so much that the second orgasm almost took her by surprise.
As if sensing his partners’ needs, Andre sat back, his eyes aglow with lust, and watched their pairing. Chantel ran her hands over Crispin’s shoulder and raked her nails over his powerful chest, leaving reddish scratches. That aggressive move seemed to send Crispin’s desire off the scale. His growl was just short of a roar. His eyes slipped shut and he arched his neck back as his hands tightened on her hips. This time her cry of fulfillment mingled with his savage howl of ultimate pleasure.
“Fuck,” Crispin murmured breathlessly, pulling out of Chantel’s drenched pussy and flopping onto his back.
Before she had a chance to fully recover, Andre took over.
“How strong are vampire females?” he grunted, looming over her, a hand braced on either side of her head. Thick muscles bulged in his shoulders and arms. She felt the tip of his cock pushing against her pussy lips and, in spite of the intense pleasure she’d just experienced, wanted more. “If you need a rest, we can --”
“Fuck me, Andre,” she said through gritted teeth and locked her arms around his neck at the same time she thrust her pelvis upward so that he had no choice but to fill her with his thick, velvet-skinned cock.
His mouth covered hers in a probing kiss. Tongue and cock thrusting simultaneously, he stirred her desire again. The scent of their mingled passion -- hers, Crispin’s and Andre’s, teased
her sensitive vampire nose and made her long for the taste of their blood. She didn’t doubt it would be intoxicating. A vampire could learn much about her lovers by tasting their blood. She didn’t doubt Andre’s would be refined and Crispin’s spicy. Soon she would know.
“Ah!” she cried into Andre’s mouth. Her legs wrapped around his and her heels pressed against his calves as her toes curled in ecstasy.
Every fierce thrust of his cock seemed to extend her orgasm. She clung to him, her body straining and damp with their mingled sweat. With a powerful thrust, he growled and came, his body pulsing into hers and his heartbeat echoing in her ears.
Chantel let her limbs fall heavily onto the mattress. Her eyes closed and chest heaving, she enjoyed the aftermath while at the same time longing for a taste of their blood.
She felt Andre stretch out beside her, his hand draped over her waist. Crispin’s hand covered one of her breasts and massaged gently. After a moment she opened her eyes and glanced from one wolf to the other. A small tattoo on Crispin’s chest just above his heart drew her attention and she ran a fingertip over it as she examined it more closely.
“Looks like a bullet,” she said.
Andre opened his eyes and glanced at the tattoo as well.
Finally Crispin said, “It’s supposed to be a silver bullet. The warriors from the clan that took over mine tattooed all their slaves. They said there was a silver bullet for each slave who tried to escape and this tattoo represents mine.”
Chantel nodded slowly, her fingertips gently caressing his chest.
“You made fools of them,” Andre said quietly and arched an eyebrow. “Or so I’ve heard.”
“Fools. Yes,” Crispin murmured, his expression far off. “Dead fools.”
Impulsively Chantel bent and kissed Crispin’s cheek. His gaze flickered toward her, his brow furrowed. He looked about to speak, but she covered his mouth with hers. Their tongues met thrust for thrust before she broke the kiss and again touched her lips to his neck. The tips of her fangs scraped his warm flesh and she felt him draw a sharp breath.
“Sealed in blood,” Crispin said and Chantel pierced his throat.