by Talyn Scott
Renee’s rounded delectable breasts were high, proudly full, and bite-worthy with gorgeous outsized nipples. Dusky, toffee-colored circles stood out, sharply contrasting with her creamy flesh. Making his dry mouth water to savor them, Bane wasted no time. Growling long and low, causing her to jump in Dru’s arms, he gently squeezed the right nipple, and brought it against his hungry tongue. With his free hand, he firmly pushed her outward arm over her head, permitting the vampire a better view of what was theirs and what Bane was doing about it.
Dru watched the concave of Bane’s cheeks, as he shamelessly suckled Renee in front of all. Gradually increasing the pressure on her pubis, Dru caused her to tremble, as Bane plumped and offered her other breast to Dru’s salivating mouth. “They’re so beautiful,” Dru murmured in awe. “I can’t wait to see the rest.” In private, he added to himself. Nuzzling the sweet pillow Bane held in offering, Dru opened wide, drawing in far more than her large nipple. Both were relentless on her, gorging on the softness, all the while feeding on her growing need. Licking and pulling with their mouths until firm peaks prevailed. The fever escaped her pussy, completely soaking her shorts and tempting them to taste.
“I need.” Halted by Bane’s seeking mouth, Renee’s desperate plea was lost. He wouldn’t have her ask for anything while Weres were floating about listening, sniffing, and avidly watching. He could take care of his female, especially since her increasingly rich scent told him exactly what the problem was. She was past ready to come and fully primed. Slanting his eyes at Dru, thinking as loudly as he could, he demanded, “Keep her sex covered, that’s one thing they can’t view. Make her come, relax her body with your will, and we’ll sneak her to Captiva.”
Slipping his expert fingers back inside, sliding on her velvety flesh, Dru pushed upward. Twisting as he went, listening as she pleaded in Bane’s open mouth, making him crazy with want. Then Dru hit a snag, her resisting hymen. A g-spot orgasm was unobtainable for now, because he refused to let others share the intimacy of breaking it. Changing tactics, he pressed hard circles on her clit with his thumb, in contrast, he gently stroked her slick tightness with his middle and index finger, experiencing her trembles and increasing moisture. Releasing her swollen nipple, Dru crooned, “That’s it,” while licking the hollow under her ear. “You’re so wet, precious. Come for us.”
Bane didn’t know how much more he could take. His cock was so hard; he thought it was near a brittle stage, ready to crack inside his mate. He roughly reached down, refusing to shatter in front of pack members, to finish his girl off. So sure he knew what she needed, he dipped his thumb inside her panties. The closeness of the three didn’t escape him, more arousing than he anticipated. The lace pulled tight with Dru working his hand in and out of opening, but Bane still fit himself behind her. Pressing his calloused thumb against her sweet back hole, he twirled the tip inside, causing her eyes to open wide and her husky voice to call out his name.
“Bane!” Tensing, clamping, tensing again, and then releasing a flood of delicious glaze, Renee climaxed in both their arms. Panting and clutching Bane’s shoulders, a multitude of emotions flashed across her face, finally landing on acceptance.
Ah, Bane smiled, admiring the sheen of sweat glistening over her skin and evident relief that relaxed her features. His little one clearly adored anal. And if he wasn’t mistaken, she just fell for them both…hard. What a blessing it was to be a Were with a girl who needed what he did. With a letting coaxing, she would accept his other needs as well, making them her own. She rocked with aftershocks, tightening on them both while peacefully closing her eyes. He looked at Dru, “She out?”
Dru merely nodded, righting her panties and fixing her shorts. As he drew his hand away, he dipped his dripping fingers in his greedy mouth and sucked every drop, uncaring of who saw. They were jealous anyway. He could smell the green-eyed monster in most species, and it leapt boundlessly tonight…all except for one. Turning his head, Dru couldn’t find the particular one in question. Curiously, he couldn’t read his thoughts either. “Let’s go,” Dru directed Bane. Dru could have easily misted his bride, but wouldn’t ask Bane to follow in the sedan alone, wondering if Dru would take her first.
“Blade, don’t even think of approaching me,” Jayce cautioned. “I can smell your deceit. You know damned well that I can get in your head if there’s a need, and don’t forget you’re still weakened by youth. She’s not yours.” Rock, escort Renee and company to the car, and see her safely off.
Rock gave Blade a look of censure, nodded and turned towards the parking lot.
“Go home, Blade.”
“As you wish, Alpha,” Blade whispered, before misting away.
9
“Where am I?” Renee cracked an eye open. Shut it, then opened it again. Dorothy, by God, you’re not in flippin Kansas anymore. Purple. Everywhere. Her favorite color in the whole wide world had vomited profusely and landed in this room. Patting the bed, she felt the finest Egyptian cotton, a damask duvet threaded in gold accompanied by several intricately woven cashmere throws. How did she know? She and Rebecca visited Macy’s from time to time – ok, a lot - and pretended like the rest of the sorry window shoppers. Although, her surroundings were far from Macy’s standards, they were more in the line of European royalty by Harrods’s. This was some serious shit. Expensive shit.
“I guess by the way your mouth is gaping that you approve.”
“Your place, huh?” she regarded Dru, standing in the bathroom doorway. Still damp from a shower, his jeans were slung low and naughty, nothing else on him. His bare feet crossed a rug that was worth more money than she would see in a lifetime, before they stopped and settled his hotness right in front of her.
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
“How was your nap?”
“For someone who didn’t know she was taking one, I guess alright.” With nerves in high gear, Renee finger-brushed fallen strands from her face before she noticed a wandering drip that sluiced the valley of his chest. She wanted to follow it with her tongue, all the way, where it just disappeared in his pants.
“Bane went home?” she asked, not sure of what to say or what to expect, for that matter.
“Bane’s here, little one.”
Jerking her head over her shoulder, Bane’s voice had jarred her. Proud and so sure of himself, he walked with great purpose. From the hallway, through the bedroom door, his movements were slow and deliberate. They said a lot. He didn’t want to herd her, crowding her out. On the other hand, he wasn’t letting her through the door anytime soon.
Renee didn’t like conundrums. Glancing between the two, her mouth became cotton. Her tongue was thick, and words got in the way. Dru handed her a small, wine goblet. One made for port, and yet, she sniffed and smiled. “How’d you know?”
“Irish whiskey?” he whispered and shrugged. “You aren’t conventional and I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” Except your tiny dresses and shorts and the way men ogle your bosom and…
She downed the offering in two swallows, feeling the burn, letting it warm her nervous insides. They’d neared the bed, knees touching opposite sides of the mattress, waiting. Two predators locked on the same white bunny. Hunting, deciding, settling, and communicating their thoughts without spilling a word, she started, “Look.” Handing the empty glass back to Dru, he placed it on a mahogany night table without taking his eyes off her. “I don’t know what you two expect, but what happened at the arena and the drive to the resort was not me. Maybe, because of the lifestyle my sister lives, the one you two certainly know about by now, is leading you to the wrong conclusions. It’s confused me, too. So, no,” she shook her head, in earnest, realizing the mistake she made in leading them on, “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
Whatever can’t was. One surefire thing, the three of them in the bed together surely constituted a ménage. Renee was unsure of the mechanics of ménage, since she was not only a physical virgin, but an ocular one as well. She was one of those
rare creatures that hadn’t watched porn. Renee wasn’t too good for that, no way, not a prim and proper. After Danny, she just shut her juice down. Sex was mechanical between her and her toy drawer…nothing more. She hadn’t wanted anyone else and carnal relations took a backseat, waaaay back.
The bed dipped. Dru leaned on an elbow, slowly stretching his body alongside hers in a nothing to see here kind of way. “We’ve discussed your virginity, earlier.” He pushed more hair out of her eyes, “remember, sweetheart, what we talked about?”
Bring that up, would you? “Yes,” she croaked, twisting her hands in the sheets. He stilled them. Opening one clutched fist, he brought the palm to his mouth, kissing it slowly and then stroking his tongue between each of her fingers. Her panties, the ones that were damp from the earlier shenanigans, were back at it. Soak. Soaking. Soaking wet. How did he do that with simply her hand and his mouth?
“Lay back, Renee.” Dru eased her shoulders to the pillows. “Relax your body, and concentrate on feeling, not thinking. I can see it in your eyes. You’re working everything out in your mind while trying to fight what you want. I want you. Do you want me?”
If it were possible, she felt wetter after his words, honestly replying, “Yes.”
He stayed on his elbow, casually stroking her collarbone with his index finger. Dru’s glasses were gone, his damp hair wavy, and the coffee-colored hair trail that started under his navel and ended somewhere under his waistband was a site to behold. “No doubt, you’ve seen men at the hospital, Renee. But we’re discussing sexual acts here. Have you held a man in your hands, fully erect?”
Feeling the colors of embarrassment paint her cheeks, she shook her head no.
“Honesty is quite refreshing and undeniably necessary in this relationship. I’m proud of you, proud that you were truthful and most proud to be what Renee?”
Silence.
His finger dipped from her collarbone to her first button, popping it open with ease. Some way or another, her bra was trashed, hanging open under her shirt parading as a vest. “What am I proud to be, sweetheart?”
“I…” she snagged the sheet again, though Bane pushed it away. Dipping on the other side, the mattress sagged under his heavy weight.
“Your first, little one,” Bane placed his forehead on hers, further sinking her into the pillow. “God, I’m starved for you. Watching Dru when he made you climax on his hands, I wanted to commit murder from merely waiting for my turn to finger your pussy.” He licked his lips, the bottom one thicker with cushion. “When a man starves for a woman, what does he want, little one?”
“Her?”
“Everything, he wants it all.” His tongue drew back over his bottom lip, plumping it more and salivating at the scent of her wet sex. “I can smell your panties. They call to me. Do you know what they’re saying?”
“No.”
“They say: Unwrap me and eat what’s inside. I will do that. I’m going to eat you, Renee. I’ll go as slow as I can with everything up until that point. But when I put my head between your parted thighs with no barriers this time, I’ll be coming at your hard and fast. There’s not a damn thing that you or anyone else can do to stop that. Nothing.”
Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times before she decided to shut it. Shirtless like Dru, Bane slid a hulking, tattooed arm under her shoulders, lifting her up on the pillow. Taking her face between his index finger and thumb, he licked at her lips a while, before pushing his tongue inside her mouth and taking her control.
Dru moved closer, and then panted in her ear, “You’re so undone, sweetheart. Your beautiful nipples are poking your blouse. Your chest is flushed.” Two more buttons took their leave, as his hand slid inside her shirt. Grazing the valley between her breasts, he teased both of her fleshly mounds, tightening them with need, but avoiding her aching nipples. “The deeper color enables me to see them through your white shirt. When I tasted them for the first time, I nearly came in my pants.”
Dru’s words and Bane’s tongue were swallowing her, taking everything away and replacing it with them. As frightened as she was, her body was waving a white flag. Muscle by muscle, inch by inch, she calmed under them. Letting them attend to her body, dizzy to argue and somehow not really wanting to anymore.
“Pheromones,” Dru whispered over her stomach, reading her thoughts and understanding her dizziness. Lifting her shirt hem, he twisted the tip of his tongue inside her belly button. “How cute,” he murmured, looking awestricken from the exposure of a minor part of her body. “I want to see more of you.”
Bane left her mouth, trailed his velvet tongue between her half-buttoned top and landed parallel to Dru. Slow licks from two succulent men circled her stomach, inciting her to constrict and relax her hips in sexual rhythm. Hardness she felt in her mouth returned to her belly, something on Bane’s tongue. “What’s that I feel?” Was that throaty voice hers?
Bane flattened his tongue over her navel as Dru licked the line of her waistband. Bane stopped, looked up her body, and graced her with an open-mouthed smile, dropping his tongue over his plush bottom lip. “A piercing?” she gasped. A gunmetal ball centered the meat of his tongue, met by a second one underneath.
“Not to worry, after we found out you still had a hymen; I removed the other one.” With a clean pull, he made haste with the rest of her buttons, exposing her swollen breasts to both men. Consciously slowing her hips, Renee’s stomach clenched. Nervousness again, anticipation and a rollercoaster thrill ride tormented the inside her belly. “What other one?”
“Ah, little one, think on that a minute while I get busy.”
She couldn’t think on that, could she? “Down there? Why?”
Dru’s wicked laugh was enough incentive not to need answers, so she whispered, “Never mind.” Silky hair tickled her torso as warm hands rubbed her thighs, a relaxing gesture, which, once again, settled her twitching nerves. Their hands were so heavy and large on her body. Renee felt protected, desired, and lost. Not in a bad way, though, she was fantastically overwhelmed. When she was with Danny, everything was a blur. A fast moment in the back of his car that never went far, consisting of hard kisses and desperate pledges of love…and a little dry humping.
What Bane and Dru held in spades was experience – lots of it. And patience, more than she realized, they were holding themselves in check to make her first time…special. Working in the medical field, and of course, chatting with her girls at college, she knew better than to romanticize losing one’s virginity. It was just that: a romantic fantasy. Pain, irritation, and disappointment were the tales Renee had often been told. So, yeah, she couldn’t hype this night up with anticipation only to crash like a lead balloon.
The snap on her shorts opened. The room’s stillness echoed the slow unzipping that followed. Cool air hit her tummy before warm breaths replaced it. Two more zippers simultaneously joined the first. The metal ball licked lower, sliding under the front of her undies.
“You’re so bare,” Bane rasped, licked and licked, then stilled. “Did you want another? Did you do this for someone?”
“Someone else?” she asked. What, was he jealous of a wax job?
Strong hands clutched her hips, pushing inward. “Answer the question.”
“For me only, I just like it, okay?” For some reason, he looked at Dru for conformation. Dru gave a quick nod, and she watched Bane’s worried features settle. Bane slid his hand inside her panties, finding her swollen clit and embarrassingly damp - soaked – underwear.
Making unhurried circles over her sweet nerve spot, he said, “The first time of really feeling my girl.” Bane flattened his tongue right above her clit a few times before he arose to stand on his knees. His jeans hung open, exposing his smooth stomach, a heavily tattooed area right about. Oh. My. God.
“You have tattoos…there?”
His smile was so wicked that she thought a naughty, sexual demon replaced her Bane. “I want you to explore every square inch of me, when you’re ready
, that is. Right now, you need to find out what two men do with one woman.” The head of his shaft eased from his open zipper, wetted on the broad blunt tip.
She openly stared, couldn’t turn away. She wanted to catch the tear cradled in the slit and know what he tasted like. Renee wanted to savor him and learn his flavor. “Can I,” she started, and then her tongue came out, flicking her bottom lip – in a world of its own.
Staring at her mouth, Bane’s face contorted in pain, before getting down to business. Leaving her panties and throbbing clit, Bane took his hand and white knuckled his fat cock. With the other, he cupped the back of Renee’s head and brought her forward. “Open very, very wide, there’s no reason to hurt you. So if you feel scared, ease off and don’t panic.”
Numbly, she nodded yes. Opening as far as she could, the smooth skin slid over her tongue, bumped against a few teeth, and settled in the back of her throat. Bane kept his hand over the base of his thick shaft as a gage. Renee could never begin to fit all that in, but with his concerned air, she knew she wasn’t going to choke on it, either.