by E. M. Moore
Connor kissed my ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth, and then biting it. I pushed back against him, my head falling to his shoulder. And with that, I couldn’t suppress a moan any longer. Connor’s touch moved lower, over my chest down my stomach and to my shirt hem. He reached under, lifting the shirt and bra out of the way with one hand while his other fanned over my bare skin. He teased my nipple with his fingertips and I arched backward, still catching glimpses of Nic’s heated gaze, only intensifying the experience.
Connor parted his legs, making my own open wide. Nicolai’s gaze dropped. “Shit, Connor. Right here in the parking lot?”
“Everyone’s leaving,” he said. “Besides, Princess is ready and when Princess is ready, we should bend to her will. Isn’t that right, Ariana?”
He pinched my nipple and I breathed out heavily, my legs falling open even more. My gaze locked with Nicolai and whatever he saw there pushed him over the edge. He climbed into the backseat with us and my breath started to rattle out of me faster. Connor pulled us up onto the seat, his back against the door while Nic kneeled between my legs. He hadn’t even touched me yet and my whole body buzzed. A heat I’d never known before swept between my thighs as he undid the button on my jeans and started to pull the layers of clothing down.
My body locked up and Connor quickly undid the clasp on my bra and moved my shirt and bra completely out of the way, the fresh air teasing my skin. Both his hands came around and played with my nipples, brushing, plucking, pinching. “Your breasts are beautiful,” he murmured. “So soft, so full…”
“That’s not the only beautiful thing,” Nic said as he pulled my jeans down and widened my knees. His hot breath teased my core and my hands fluttered at my side, not knowing what to do. Being touched by Connor and Nicolai at the same time was out of this world. My body already strained toward that something that was so amazing, I knew I would never forget it.
“Put your fingers in his hair,” Connor instructed.
I did so and Nic moaned a second before placing his lips at my center. I bucked toward him, my fingers clutching his dark strands before losing myself in his perfect kisses. I let out a low mewl. Nic’s tongue darted out at the same time Connor massaged my breasts, and I cried out. Was this really happening? My God, it was too much, yet not enough at the same time.
“Princess,” Connor whispered in my ear. “How do you feel?”
I laid my head back against his shoulder, my fingers still wound in Nic’s hair. I breathed out, the ache in my center climbing upward. If a normal orgasm was like climbing Everest, this was like climbing up a mole hill. “Is this really happening?” I choked out. Nicolai’s hot tongue was melting me from the inside out. “Oh my God.”
Nic wound his hands under my ass and pinched, my hips popped into the air right into his waiting mouth where he ate me up. I started to rock into him, the pressure so intense it was like riding a fierce pleasure wave.
“Please.”
“Please what, Ri?”
Connor shuddered. “You are so beautiful.”
I moved my hands from Nic’s hair to the back of Connor’s neck. He turned toward me and captured my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged into my mouth with a ferocity I hadn’t encountered from him before.
“Please what, Ri?” Nic demanded.
I moaned into Connor’s mouth, but he broke the kiss, his blue eyes pleading with mine.
I looked at him, desperate for an answer. He nodded. I closed my eyes and licked my lips. “Make me come. Both of you.”
Connor’s lips sealed onto mine again as he continued to tease my nipples. He was rock hard at my back, and I ground down into him until he moved up against me, pushing me that much further into Nicolai’s whim. The dark prince’s tongue swirled, sending me in dizzy circles until he moved upward over that most precious sweet spot that made me shudder. I cried out, Connor eating up my screams, burrowing them inside himself as Nic stayed where he was. My hips came off Connor again, and Nic slipped his fingers into me as his other attentions continued until he was driving me further and further upward. I ground my teeth together, trying to make the pleasure last. My body was on a roller coaster to the top though and there was nothing to stop it. Connor drove his tongue into my mouth at the same time Nic’s tongue passed over my sensitive core. I cried out. A ripple of intense, body freezing pleasure shot through me quickly followed by a liquid heat that spilled over between my thighs and radiated outward. “Yes!” I screamed into Connor’s mouth, who was still there, anchoring me through this entire experience.
He broke away, his head falling backward onto the window while he gulped in air. My chest mirrored his, heaving in front of me. I stared down. Connor’s hands had stilled on my breasts and Nic sat back on his haunches. He stared at me with feeling until he started to help me back on with my panties and jeans. Afterward, Connor moved me forward so he could clasp my bra again and arrange my shirt into place. I was too awestruck to move or say anything. Whatever I did was because they maneuvered me around like a puppet. Before I knew it, I was in the middle of them, my seatbelt on, and waiting for Christian and Stephan to arrive back to the car.
The three of us didn’t speak. My mind whirled, cascading back to just a few moments ago when I was deep in the clutches of both men. I’d never felt anything like it. To not only be in the hands of one man you loved, but two, there was just something so surreal, so perfect.
“What are you thinking, Princess?”
I laid my head against the seat and looked into his blue eyes. “I’m thinking I’m one lucky girl.”
What on Earth was I waiting for? What wasn’t I ready for? I was afraid of exploring my feelings for them for what reason?
They were perfect. Each of them in their own way was perfectly attuned to me. They complemented one another in the best of ways, all of them willing to fight for me and vice versa. They’d brought me here to this surreal life surrounded by them, their generosity, their heart, their soul. What more could I want?
The back doors to the Jeep swung open and two pairs of eyes froze the three of us together.
Chapter Eight
Wordlessly, Christian and Stephan pulled Connor and Nic from the back of the Jeep. They slid in next to me, replacing the other two, and cocooning me between their warm bodies. I held out a hand to each of them and they both took one, threading their fingers through mine, interlinking us. In the front, Connor got into the driver’s seat and Nic sat in the passenger’s side. The Jeep came to life beneath us and it rolled ahead, but I was too preoccupied in my own head to single out any one movement.
Now was the time. We were headed back to the Ravana estate with free reign of the house. We didn’t have to worry about anyone noticing a sleepover in my room or for the Ravanas’ parents to be around. What other time might we have? The future wasn’t certain. We didn’t know when we’d have another moment alone or if I was going to be sent out to find Dumont tomorrow. Or them, either. They could be whisked away on Council business at any time. We were completely at the whim of others. But, we did have tonight. That much we could count on.
This was the time.
Christian kissed my shoulder and ran his fingers up and down my arm. I turned toward him. The heat from his blue gray eyes smoldered. “I love you,” I whispered.
Eyes rounding, his lips parted in an intake of breath. “I love you, too.”
I smiled, cupping my hand around his cheek, and moved closer, kissing him, trying to lock this moment in my memory. It would take at least one of the top four spots—one amazing memory with each of my princes. Christian let me control the kiss, taking it as slow and sensuous as I wanted. Then, I pulled away and squeezed his hand before twisting toward Stephan. As gracious as he was, he stared out the side window into the dark night. I took his hand in mine again and pressed our palms together before moving his chin to face me. Looping my fingers around his ear, I placed my hand at the back of his neck and brought him closer. “I love you Stephan Ravana.” My he
art clenched as he gazed at me. There was no uncertainty in our shared feelings, but there was an awe in his. Something I also felt. Luck, pure amazement. Reaching out, he pulled me to him and sealed our lips together. My gasp filled the interior of the car before he ran his tongue over mine. What Stephan lacked in actual experience, he made up for with attention to my body. He remembered from our other encounters that I enjoyed it when he held me tight. that short, intense kisses with brief pauses made my heart race and beg for more, and he was always ready and able to give it to me.
I jabbed at my seatbelt release, but I couldn’t quite get it. Stephan broke away and stilled my hand. “Leave it on.”
“You don’t have yours on.”
He smirked. “You’re far more precious than I am, Ariana. You’re the woman I love. The woman my brothers love and—”
“Don’t forget she’s more breakable than we are, too,” Connor piped up.
We both ignored him. I stared into Stephan’s eyes and let his sincerity fill me. His hand trembled against mine before smoothing it up my arm, goosebumps following in its wake. I liked that he was as affected by this as I was. How much more perfect could this be? If we let this happen tonight, we could share t with one another. Both of us could become one for the first time. “I’m ready,” I mouthed to him.
He swallowed, nodding at me once before the car made a left turn and then slowed. Not until the Jeep completely stopped did he let me release my seatbelt. Then, he opened his door, pulled me into his arms and headed toward the front door. I looked over his shoulder and found Nic, Connor, and Christian all smiling after us. They looked like proud parents sending their children off to college, but they stayed back, each one of them lounging next to the Jeep. I tried to keep them in sight, but the night was dark, and my imperfect human eyes could only make out shadows when we got too far away.
Stephan didn’t stop in the entryway, or the living room, or the stairs. He went right to his room before setting me on the edge of his bed. “You’re sure?” he asked, kneeling in front of me so we were eye-to-eye, his hands on my upper arms.
I nodded before resting my hand on his cheek. “Of course, I’m sure. It’ll be a day of firsts.”
He looked toward the door, pausing only a moment before looking back at me. His eyes were unsure, but when I smiled at him, he prowled toward me, forcing my back to the bed. He hovered over me before lowering himself, our bodies aligning in all the right ways. I couldn’t help but thinking that this was a good start. With Stephan, it would be perfect. Neither of us would have to worry if we were doing it wrong or wondering if the other enjoyed it because it was both of our first times. All the experience, all the lust, that could happen later, but for now, this was exactly how I wanted it. Two beginners exploring one another in their own way.
He kissed my forehead, my nose, then the corner of my lips before sweeping his tongue inside. I let him in, my arms coming up to hold him to me. His kisses deepened, his hips moving forward to rub against my own. I spread my legs until his hard length rested at my center. We both stilled during his next exploratory pump. His forehead came to rest against mine. “God, I want you.” He shivered and let his hips roll forward again with another tremor. “I know I’m probably being greedy by not sharing, but—”
“Shh,” I said, kissing his lips. “It’s how I want it, too.”
He chuckled, his head dropping to the pillow below me. “For the first time, I bet they wish they were the virgins.”
I laughed along with him, realizing he was most likely right on point with that thought. “I love you,” I told him again, the idea of saying that to him not getting old in the least. I would say it a million times, an infinite number of times, and I would believe I as much as I did now, or more.
His hand snaked under my shirt and rested against my lacy bra cup. I reached for the hem of his shirt at the same time and he let me pull it over his head, stalling our movements for a few seconds. It felt like forever, but at last, I could take in his svelte skin as it stretched over his muscular form. He tugged on my shirt so I sat up so he could pull it up and over my head before throwing it on the floor. He stared down in awe before moving my bra cup away and tracing his lips over the outline of my nipple. My fingers curled at my sides, clenching the sheets. My breath hitched and he took the nipple into his mouth, sucking it until I felt like my whole body would come off the bed. I reached between us and cupped him, working him through his pants until his movements became jerky. I slipped the button of his jeans through the hole and lowered his zipper. We didn’t waste any time with the last two barriers of his clothing. His boxers came off right alongside his jeans and then his hands were at my back, springing the clasps on my bra and then my jeans were undone and down as quick as he could. Before I knew it, I was exposed to him, all of me. His hands started at my ankles, feathered all the way up my calves, my thighs to my hips. Then they kept going, moving over the planes of my stomach to my breasts, and finally to the back of my neck. “I love you,” he said, fighting for control over his voice. “I wasn’t sure I’d ever find someone to love like this, Ariana. It’s not hard to figure out that I’m not like a lot of vampires. I wasn’t sure what that meant for me, but now I have you, and you’re here with us all. Just where you should be.”
Just where I should be. My throat thickened, recognizing instantly the brief pain in Stephan’s voice. There was a time, a place, where I didn’t belong either. “Then we saved each other from a life of loneliness,” I told him, meaning every word with every fiber of my being. We belonged to one another.
We kissed, searing the memory of those shared words into our brains, our hearts, but most importantly, our souls. My fingers explored his abs before moving further down, clutching his hardness in my fist between us and sliding my hand down then back up tentatively. He rocked into me and I tilted my hips up and held him at my center. He brushed against my core and I moaned. “Oh, Stephan.”
He poised over me, then quickly, he snatched something out of the drawer next to his bed, reared back for a moment and then was back at my center as if nothing happened. He kissed my lips, then trailed down my front to my breasts while he rocked. At first, he was just against me, sliding along my slick skin at my center. Each hip movement bade me open to him though. My knees dropped the final few inches to the bed and he slid inside. “Oh, Ariana. Oh my God.” Stephan’s fingers clutched at his bedsheets.
He came at me again, rocking into me deliciously, sliding even further inside. My fingers dug into his back. “More.”
He pushed again, and I gasped. It seemed like there was barely enough room for him and from seeing and feeling him before, he had more to give me.
His hands shook as he lifted himself up. His green eyes stared down, catching my attention. “This might hurt.”
My heart pounded in my chest. He retreated and pushed forward again. This time, a slice of pain emanated from deep inside and I cried out at the unwelcome pain.
“Shh,” he said, raining kisses on my cheek and forehead. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, still trying to get used to the feel of him inside me, wishing away the twinge of pain. “Can you go slow for a second?”
He rolled forward, his face straining and I took him in inch by inch. There was less pain than the time before. He did it again and again until he sank further inside and the pain was all but gone. When he was all the way inside, he dropped to his elbows and kissed me, claiming my lips in a heated kiss that made my toes curl and lift my hips into his. He returned the favor, hips meeting mine with deep thrusts. With one hand by my hip, he slid in and out of me, alternating between kissing my lips and my breasts. We stayed that way for awhile as I reveled at the intense pleasure in his gaze, the way his muscles rippled with every moment until he started to shake. He pulled away, breaking our kiss abruptly. “I’m going to come.”
A swarm of pride swept through me. I reached out to grasp his ass and pull him to me. He kissed me again, his lips moving over me furiously
, keeping up with the pace his strokes set until he shuddered, a whole body movement that shockwaved through him like an earthquake and I was his epicenter.
His movements slowed as I watched the flicker of emotions cross his face. It went from pure pleasure to nothing but the deepest love as his stare collided with mine. He kissed me and then moved a breath apart. “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait. I tried, Ariana. Next time. I was just so caught up in you.”
He rolled to the side and I followed him. A small frown ruined his picture perfect face. “Are you kidding me? That was perfect. You were inside me, Stephan.” I swallowed, trying to keep my emotions in check. He pulled me in for a kiss and then tucked me into his side, playing with my hair.
I cuddled next to him, smiling. I understood what Stephan meant when he talked about not fitting in, but I would never feel that way again, not after what we just did. It wasn’t possible. The completeness, the fullness. We just shared the most intimate part of ourselves with the other. Loneliness wasn’t even a blip on my radar.
In one swoop, Stephan lifted me from the bed and wound my legs around his waist. I let out a small cry as he started for the door. “What are you doing?”
“You need to feel what I just felt and since I can’t now, I’m taking you to…”
He paused in the hallway. A flourish of goosebumps spread over my body now that we were out in the open. “Stephan…” I warned. “I’m fine. We can go back to your room. We can—”
He shook his head and raced forward, bursting into a room. He set me down and turned me around. The dirty blond head slowly looked up from his seat on the edge of his bed. His phone was in his hands, staring at a picture of me. I stepped forward, trying to get a better view and not caring that I was completely naked.
Christian’s eyes rounded when he took me in. He stood, looking back briefly at Stephan before catching me in his embrace, half-heartedly trying to cover me. The soft click of the door sounded behind us and Christian looked at it in shock. “What’s this about? Stephan—”