by Anya Bast
Slipping his hands around her, Michael undid her bra, letting it fall to the mattress. He took one nipple into his mouth, laving it until it was red and hard, then he switched to the other while Christian planed the inside of her thigh with his broad hand, parting her legs.
His finger touched her engorged clit and stroked it until Kylie’s back arched and a moan escaped her throat. After a minute of that delicious torture, Christian dropped his hand and speared one finger deep inside her, then added a second, stretching her inner muscles.
Michael rocked back on his heels and watched Christian’s hand working between her thighs with intense, aroused interest.
“She’s very pretty, isn’t she?” Christian asked him.
Michael gave her bare body a slow head-to-toe sweep. “I could look at her all night, but I’d rather do other things to her.” He pulled his shirt over his head and kneeled there in just his jeans. Kylie nearly swallowed her tongue at the sight.
Throwing his shirt to the floor, Michael settled in beside her and stroked her achy, swollen clit while Christian thrust his fingers in and out of her. Kylie whimpered in the back of her throat, holding on to the blankets with clenched hands, her toes curling. The sight of both these men so intent on pleasuring her was nearly her undoing.
“I think we can make her come,” Christian murmured. “What do you think, Michael?”
Michael petted her clit with perfect pressure, making pleasure radiate through her body in waves. “I think we’ll make her come more than once before this night is through.”
“I say we go for at least four times.”
Four times? The words cut through her lust-filled haze.
Michael grinned wickedly, a sight more often seen on Christian’s face. “At least.”
Christian matched his grin and raised an eyebrow. The whole exchange was sexier than hell. “I say the first time we do it together?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“You want to feel her come, don’t you, Michael?” Christian continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, rubbing a spot deep inside her that felt especially good on every outward movement.
Michael shifted on the bed and took up Christian’s invitation, sliding his finger alongside Christian’s. Her muscles stretched and she let out a small whimper of pleasure, closing her eyes against the tide of an approaching climax.
“Come on,” Christian coaxed. “We want to feel you when you go, baby.”
Michael set a thumb to her clit and rubbed it back and forth while they thrust inside her.
Her climax hit her fast and hard. She cried out as the waves of it crashed over her body, bowing her spine, stealing her breath and then giving it back to her in one long cry of ecstasy. The muscles of her sex spasmed around their thrusting fingers, seeming to go on forever.
When it was over, she lay for a moment, a little dazed from the force of it. Both men crawled up her body with hungry looks on their faces. The sight made her heart stutter.
Christian came down over her and kissed her, long and deep. She lifted her head toward his and tangled her tongue with his tongue greedily. His hard body rubbed against hers, his smattering of chest hair rough against her tender breasts. She spread her legs and pushed her pelvis up, wanting his cock filling her, but he would have none of it.
Michael pushed Christian to the side a little and laid his mouth to her stomach. He drew his tongue down her skin excruciatingly leisurely, dipping it into her bellybutton and continuing lower, over her pelvis and down to her inner thigh where his warm breath bathed her aroused sex.
She moaned, stopping herself from thrusting her hips toward his mouth. Michael kissed the crease where her leg and pelvis met, and ran his tongue along her skin. Kylie jolted on the bed when his tongue twirled around her clit, lapping at the aroused bit of flesh like an ice cream. He groaned low in his throat as if she tasted good.
At the same time, Christian dropped his mouth to one nipple, then the other, drawing each into his hot mouth and teasing them with the tip of his skillful tongue. Kylie thought for a moment she’d explode from the onslaught of such intensely erotic sensations combining at the same time.
Michael still teased her with his tongue, thrusting it in and out of her, and occasionally playing with her clit—keeping her on the razor’s edge of another climax. His touch was just enough to keep her unbelievably excited, but the pressure was not steady enough to push her over the edge. She knew he was doing it on purpose.
“Please,” she whimpered. Neither of the men answered.
Michael eased a finger inside her, then another, as Christian once again lowered his mouth to her nipple. The combined sensations forced a second orgasm to crest and explode through her, making her cry out. The men rode her through it, drawing it out and making it more intense.
“I want her, Christian,” Michael rumbled in an aroused voice, rocking back on his heels and letting his hungry gaze sweep over her. “Let’s take her together.”
Christian nodded, his eyes dark with lust.
She pushed up and stared at each of them in turn, her body still tingling from her climax. “Take your clothes off.”
Christian’s lips curled into a small, sexy grin as the men slid out of their shoes and jeans, then drew their shirts over their heads. Soon both of them were lusciously bare, sporting hard, muscled chests, rippling stomachs, and arms strong enough to protect her from anything.
The pair of them almost blew her mind.
She shifted on the mattress, her sex warm and aroused and her nipples two hard peaks from the sight of them. “Come here,” she murmured.
“Nothing in this world could make us go anywhere else,” Christian growled, his gaze skating hungrily over her body.
Michael reached over and took a bottle of something from a drawer. Christian nodded at him and slipped it from his fingers, as if in some silent communication.
Eager to touch both of them, she reached for their taut stomachs and the long, strong jut of their cocks. Taking the bottle from Christian, she coated her fingers with the lubricant contained inside and massaged it onto both of their lengths, stroking them from head to base. The men groaned, tipping their heads back. It was the most erotic sight Kylie had ever seen.
Then Michael drew her to him and lay down, urging her to mount him. She straddled him, easing down over the head of his cock and sinking down, driving him deep within her. Her head fell back and her breath hissed out of her as he stretched her to the limits.
Behind her, Christian found the base of Michael’s cock thrust deep within, drawing his finger up over her rear, awakening all the little nerves. She moaned and her eyes rolled back in her head.
Michael pulled her down against his chest, his lips skating over hers and his tongue penetrating her mouth, as Christian straddled Michael’s legs and set the head of his well-lubricated cock to her rear. The crown breached her entrance, ripping a low moan from her throat. Slowly, he pushed inside. She cried out in pleasure as her muscles stretched, widening. It brought her up to the sweet, confusing edge of pain—a pain so slight it only played sweet counterpoint to the incredible pleasure.
Unhurriedly, inch by wide, thick inch, Christian eased within her, deeper and deeper, until he was finally seated base-deep. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “you feel so good.”
Both orifices completely filled, her body completely possessed by these two men, Kylie saw stars. Pleasure this intense stole her thought and nearly her ability to breathe.
Then they began to move.
Christian, Kylie and Michael immediately found a rhythm that worked. Moving like one animal, they gave and received pleasure. Kylie could only hold on against the pressure of the men’s bodies on hers, the slow, delicious slide of their cocks relentlessly thrusting into both her orifices.
Something popped in her mind, like a light turning on. First it was just a pinprick in the distance, but it hurtled toward her until it exploded—and suddenly she shared the same mind as her men. All three
of them gasped, experiencing the same thing.
Kylie could feel what they felt—could feel the slide of Christian’s cock into her tight rear, sense the pleasure he took in watching her kiss Michael, in seeing the curve of her back and the tendrils of hair at her nape. She could feel what Michael felt as his cock thrust deeply in and out of her, and sense the pleasure he took in knowing the ecstasy she felt at being with two men.
It was a circle of sensation, knowledge, emotion—and pleasure.
It was too much. Kylie shattered, the most intense orgasm of her life ripping a hoarse scream from her throat. The men came at the same time, experiencing the same thing. Pleasure crashed over them, through them, in an endless feed that wracked them all.
Finally, they all collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. “Oh, wow,” she gasped.
The men pulled her between them, cuddling her to them.
“What was that?” Christian breathed near her ear.
“I think we all know,” answered Michael.
The bond. And, oh, was it incredible.
After a few moments, Christian slipped his hand between her legs and teased her clit. “Four times, we said,” he murmured, nipping at her earlobe. “Michael, a little help?”
Michael nuzzled her throat, fangs rubbing at her skin, while Christian stroked her clit. As Michael’s teeth pierced her skin, she came a fourth time, between her men, shuddering in intense pleasure.
Then, sated beyond belief, she snuggled between them and, legs twined together, fell asleep.
Chapter Ten
Kylie woke sandwiched between her two men. Smiling over the fact that she thought of them as hers, she stretched and closed her eyes, remembering the night before with a little shiver. Sliding out from between the covers, careful not to wake the men, she climbed off the foot of the bed, slipped on her jeans and shirt and walked downstairs.
The house was completely silent. The only sound was the occasional squeak of a floorboard. The house had that fresh, early morning scent, and she inhaled it when she entered the living room, drawing it into her lungs like a fine perfume. Mist hung in the air outside the window, obscuring her view of the woods beyond. Hugging herself, she stared at the swirl, wondering where Louis was right now, how hurt he’d been by Christian.
That familiar sense of guilt welled up and she tried her best to push it away. Turning, she walked into the kitchen and, after she found everything she needed, made coffee and breakfast for Christian and Michael.
Around twenty minutes later, the scent of coffee and cooking bacon roused the men and they wandered into the kitchen. Both men were shirtless and shoeless, Michael having pulled on a pair of gray sweats and Christian his jeans from the night before. Both looked a little sleepy and their hair was mussed.
Her heart caught at the sight of both of them.
Christian wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her throat while she tended eggs on the stovetop, raising goose bumps all along her arms. And when she turned from the stove, Michael caught her and pressed his lips to hers.
Yes, maybe she could get used to this.
Making light conversation that didn’t go anywhere near Louis or what had happened the previous night, she fixed all three of them plates while Michael served them coffee.
They finished breakfast and Christian pulled her into his lap. Moving her hair to the side, he laid a line of kisses down her neck. He murmured, “What do you have planned for the day?”
She glanced out the window. The rain from the night before had left the world soggy and misty. “This afternoon I need to go to work.”
“Not without one of us by your side,” answered Michael.
“Yep,” replied Christian right away. He looked at Michael. “You want me to take the day shift, you the night?”
“Sounds good.”
She slid off Christian’s lap. “What’s the deal?”
“What do you mean?”
“You guys think I need a babysitter?”
“Not a babysitter.” Michael stood and started to clear the table. “A bodyguard. You can’t be alone right now.”
She glanced out the window again, toward the woods, and hugged herself. “You know, it’s strange. I didn’t have the sense he meant to hurt me. He had a chance, after all, and he didn’t take it.”
“Yeah.” Christian pushed a hand through his hair, mussing it further. “But we don’t know what he meant to do. We have no idea what’s going through Louis’s head. He’s unpredictable.”
Michael clanked plates in the sink while he washed them. “We need to go to the council this morning and alert them to Louis’s presence. We need to form a posse to find him. I can go to my kiss and Christian can go to his pack.”
“You won’t…hurt him, will you?”
The room went silent.
Fear surged up her spine. “It’s not his fault he’s this way!”
Michael turned to face her. “It’s not yours, either.”
She made fists at her sides and turned her face away.
“I don’t know what they’ll decide to do with him,” answered Christian in as gentle a voice as she’d ever heard from him. “He’s a menace, Kylie, pure and simple. It’s his nature. You know that. How much guilt would you feel if Louis killed an innocent person?”
“Just—” She let out a slow, careful breath. “Try to convince them not to harm him if you can.”
“Agreed,” said Michael, “but there are no guarantees.” He pulled her into his arms.
Her head fit just perfectly under his chin. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his warm, strong arms around her. “Thank you.” He tipped her chin up and kissed her softly, his tongue slipping between her lips and rubbing up against her tongue. It speared pleasure through her body and made her recall the night before—the press of their bodies, the slide of their skin.
She wanted all that again. And again. And again.
Christian came around to her back and pulled her gently from Michael’s arms and into his own, giving her the same knee-buckling treatment. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “I think I can speak for both myself and Michael when I say I would prefer to stay here this morning. However, we need to take care of Louis.”
Take care of Louis. It sounded threatening and she pulled away a little.
She gritted her teeth and suppressed the sudden sting of tears. She backed away from him. “I’m going to take a shower,” she mumbled and walked out of the room.
Kylie wiped down the bar and jerked her head at the next customer, Mac Rory. “Have you decided?”
“I’ll take a Yorkshire, chilled.”
Nodding, but not looking at him, she turned to fill his order for a bottle of pig’s blood. The bar was packed tonight, undoubtedly because word of the were and vamp posses had gotten around. Everyone now knew Louis was back. They were all here to get a good gawk at the woman whose kiss was responsible for a man’s destruction.
The name of her bar was meant to refer to a kiss of vampire, but it was pretty appropriate on a personal level too.
Michael sat at the end of the bar, eyes tracking her movements. He looked relaxed, but she knew he was aware of everyone in this place. Even though she thought it was overkill, she was grateful for his presence.
Turning, she slid the chilled bottle of Yorkshire into Mac’s waiting hand and took another order.
She was pretty sure that Michael hadn’t meant to sit in the same place where Louis had sat once upon a time, before he’d turned verdorben. That had been back when they’d just been friends, on the verge of something more. Back when Louis had nursed a crush on her and she’d been too oblivious to notice it. Before she’d bought the Twisted Kiss, she’d worked there. Every night she’d had a shift, Louis had sat at the bar, sipping orange juice and trying to pretend he wasn’t ill at ease in a vampire establishment.
Back then, Louis had been training to be a physician under old Doc Williams. He’d been one of the few other human
s in Sweet Rock, set to take over Williams’s practice. Louis had been committed to the care of all, even the supes who made him a little uneasy. All those dreams had ended, of course, with the press of her lips and the slip of her tongue.
“Kylie, I think that glass is dry now,” came Cody’s voice. “You can go home anytime, you know. No worries. I got it covered.”
She blinked and looked down at her hands, not even remembering picking the glass and towel up in the first place. For all she knew, she’d been standing there drying it for the last half hour.
She met Michael’s gaze and he jerked his head toward the back.
Nodding, she turned control of the bar over to Cody, then slipped down the hallway and found the refuge of her office. A few moments later, Michael entered.
She leaned with both hands flat on the desk, her back to him. “Any word from Christian?”
He came up behind her, his warmth radiating into her spine. She stood and leaned back against him, letting him envelop her in his arms. She sighed, feeling a slight release of stress. “No,” he whispered near her ear. “Nothing yet. It’s late evening. The weres should be finishing up their hunt. The vamp posse plans to take over for deep night.”
She closed her eyes and her breath shuddered out of her. “I’m half relieved they haven’t found him.”
“I understand. This is hell for you.”
Opening her eyes, she focused on the old painting behind her desk and swallowed hard. “He’s on my mind tonight. He’s got no one to miss him but me, you know. Me and maybe Doc Williams. His family’s all dead.” Maybe that was a blessing.
“I remember.”
“He wanted kids.” Her voice broke. “He wanted a whole bunch of them to make up for feeling so alone in the world.”
“Louis was a good guy.”
“Yes, he really was.” She paused. “Now he’s twisted and warped.”