“Once Ramirez felt us enter the area, he’d have started watching the motels,” Garret explained as Morgan switched off the engine. “We’d end up getting ambushed.”
They opened the vehicle’s doors, both men collecting their swords as they got out.
“So you commandeered some executive’s million-dollar house?” She was nervous. He could smell it in her scent. It made him want to snatch her into his arms. Instead, he stalked to the door and unlocked it, carrying his scabbarded sword in one hand.
Normally, he would have held it open for her, but this time he didn’t dare. He just headed through the kitchen toward the stairs to the bedroom, pulling his shirt off over his head with his free hand as he went.
* * *
Beth stopped, her eyes going wide as Morgan threw his shirt aside. He didn’t even pause as he took the stairs two at a time. His back was a broad wall of solid muscle, curving down to a tight, narrow waist and a world-class ass.
The artist in her instantly itched to sketch him. The woman wanted to touch.
And common sense told her to turn around and run.
With that musculature, combined with vampire strength, he could probably rip three inches of plate steel in two like a bodybuilder shredding a New York phone book.
Beth licked suddenly dry lips and turned to Garret. “What’s with him?”
The vampire winced. “He… uh… hasn’t been with a woman in a while.”
She remembered Morgan’s snarled conversation with Ramirez. He’d been linked with this Elena when the bastard had attacked her. Which made him essentially a rape victim. That would probably explain why he hadn’t… done it in a while.
But vampires needed sex as much as they did food -- needed the emotional charge from those they took. “In sixteen months?” The words emerged as a squeak.
“He won’t hurt you.”
“Maybe not intentionally, but you guys don’t do celibacy. I’m not --”
Garret cupped the side of her face, cutting off her spill of words in mid-babble. His hand felt large and warm, and his eyes were very green. “Beth, I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe with us.”
Beth swallowed. His gaze was steady, confident. She found herself believing him. “All right.”
“That’s my girl.” He stroked a finger down the curve of her cheek and across her lower lip. “Can I get you something to drink? You’re probably dehydrated, between Ramirez feeding from you and the virus.”
She swallowed, realizing he was right. “Yeah, sure.”
* * *
Beth’s fear had retreated by the time she downed a couple of glasses of ice water, and he escorted her upstairs.
They stepped into the sprawling master bedroom to find Morgan’s pants slung over the back of an armchair. His sword lay across the chair’s arms, while his boots had been flung in different corners.
“He’s normally not this big a slob,” Garret told her.
But Beth’s attention was riveted on the open French doors. Morgan stood on the balcony, his head back, his eyes closed, his sculpted body silvered in moonlight. His cock thrust from a nest of fine hair at his groin, angled slightly upward by the urgency of his lust.
She’d never seen anything so male, or so beautiful. She ached to paint him just like that, though God knew she’d never be able to display that particular work in any gallery.
He’s a vampire, her common sense whispered. He hasn’t had a woman in sixteen months. He’s dangerous.
Yet Beth found herself moving toward him anyway, helplessly drawn even though she knew she was playing with fire. She had to touch him.
Morgan didn’t look around as she stepped onto the wrought iron balcony, but he tensed like a wild animal.
Her heart was pounding.
He held very still as she approached. God, he was tall. And broad. And ripped, muscle forming hard, tight contours in chest and abdomen, brawny arms, and long legs.
His cock jerked once, reacting to her.
Beth gazed at it, admiring the long, veined shaft, the flushed, plum-shaped head. His balls hung fat, covered in a ruff of dark hair. More hair grew in an elegant masculine cloud across his powerful chest. He definitely did not manscape.
She looked up and met his gaze. His eyes were wide, black, glittering with hunger. Beth could almost feel his desperate grip on control. Touching him right now would be a very bad idea.
She had to do it anyway.
Beth licked dry lips. His attention jumped to her tongue like a cat watching a fluttering canary. Slowly, she reached out a hand and laid it on his chest. He jerked under her fingers. Beth had touched her sister often enough to know vampires weren’t really cold to the touch, but Morgan felt almost fevered.
Greatly daring, she brushed her fingertips across the ridged muscle of his chest toward one flat male nipple. He watched her, his eyes burning.
It was like playing with a tiger. He was handsome enough to steal her breath, yet she could also sense a dark, alien hunger struggling against his control.
“You’re beautiful.” His voice sounded hoarse, almost agonized.
She looked away from those dark, hungry eyes to the tiny male nipple so close to her thumb. Slowly, she brushed across it. Once. Twice. Back and forth. Recklessly.
“Garret,” Morgan gritted.
“I’m here.”
Beth looked around to see Garret moving across the balcony toward them. He, too, had stripped naked, his body as beautiful in its lean, elegant strength as his brawnier cousin’s. His skin was a shade lighter than Morgan’s, but his build was even more sculpted, each muscle in hard relief, pectorals and biceps and abdominals forming luscious contours under his velvet flesh. His body hair lay in a sleek pattern over his pecs before narrowing into an intriguing trail down his rippled belly, all the way to the thrust of his cock.
His sex was quite simply luscious -- not quite as thick as Morgan’s, but a bit longer, with a tempting upward curve over tight balls. Following the direction of her stare, he looked down at his erection, then glanced up again with a wicked grin. “Enjoying the scenery?”
Beth looked from him to Morgan, whose cock jutted with the same impatient lust. She licked her lips. “Like a kid in a Godiva store.”
Garret laughed, an infectious boom that managed to make even his cousin smile. “Believe me, sweet, we feel the same about you.” Reaching for her, he threaded a big hand through her hair and tilted her head back. She caught her breath, looking up into those brilliant green eyes as he leaned down. With a sigh, she surrendered to his hot, slow kiss.
Morgan rumbled like a hungry cat. She felt his breath on her arched throat, just below her ear. Garret tilted her head to the side, giving his cousin better access even as he kissed her hungrily.
Morgan’s lips pressed to one of the taut cords of her throat as his free hand slid down her belly and between her thighs. Slowly, he licked a delicate burning trail down her throat and paused to nip, the tips of his fangs just barely raking.
Garret tasted her lips slowly in teasing, sipping kisses that coaxed her into opening her mouth. His tongue slipped in once, a gentle flicker, then deeper and more slowly. She closed her eyes and moaned. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Both of them… The thought flashed through her mind and was gone.
Morgan’s long fingers found the thin strap of her gown and brushed it off her shoulder. Cupping her breast tenderly, he brushed a thumb across her nipple, stirring it to sweet, aching erection.
Garret turned her in his arms as his cousin stepped behind her, smooth as a dancer moving through choreography he knew and loved. She’d always thought being with two men would be a little clumsy -- hands and shoulders bumping, a little wrestle over who did what, who kissed where. Yet the cousins made love like one smooth, seductive man. As Garret caressed her breasts, Morgan’s hands slid over her backside and between her thighs, pressing through the silk to tease her clit. While Garret kissed his way down her throat, Morgan turned her head to gain
access to her lips. His tongue slipped into her mouth as his cousin nibbled on the arched curve of her neck.
They drew her between them, making her acutely aware of the firm bodies against her, the tickling rasp of chest hair, the warm, demanding rigidity of their cocks. She grew wetter with every stroke and kiss.
Garret pinched both nipples, twisting delicately to send sweet curls of heat spiraling through her breasts. Beth whimpered as Morgan’s skilled fingers dipped between her thighs, caressing her through the silk of her nightgown. “Are you ready?” Garret murmured in her ear.
She let her head fall back. Morgan cupped her throat in one big, warm hand, and she groaned. “Yes. God, yes.”
“So are we,” Morgan purred as Garret bent and slid an arm behind her thighs. Smoothly, he swept her into his arms and carried her inside, his cousin at his heels.
Panting, feeling almost dazed, she hooked an arm around his neck and gazed up into Garret’s face. He smiled down at her, the curve of his lips revealing his fangs. Over his shoulder, she saw Morgan following them, his eyes blazing, his cock swaying with every long stride.
She couldn’t wait to find out what they’d do to her next.
Chapter Five
Garret had turned out the lights in the bedroom, so the only illumination came from moonlight spilling through the French doors. She got a spinning impression of gleaming wood and glittering crystal before Garret laid her on a massive king-size brass bed. She sighed in surrender as the two men followed her down, surrounding her in warm, hard-muscled strength.
Morgan slid her straps off her shoulders and pulled the gown down to her waist. Both cousins began to lick and suckle her breasts, tongues flicking across her nipples until she tossed her head on the pillow.
Garret’s beard tickled her skin as he swirled his tongue over the peak he’d captured. Morgan used his teeth with gentle skill, raking slowly over the nubbin, alternating tender bites with deep, drawing suction.
Somebody’s fingers slid down her belly, paused to caress her navel. Dropped lower and slipped between her thighs. Beth caught her breath at the sweet penetration of a forefinger into her needy core.
“She’s wet,” Morgan purred, lifting his head from her breast. His voice had deepened with need until it vibrated. The finger probed deeper. “And God, so tiiight.”
“And sweet,” Garret said, cupping her breast, stroking his fingertips over her sensitive skin. “Don’t forget sweet.”
“You like this, darlin’?” Morgan asked, and added another finger in a long, deep glide.
“Yeah,” she gasped, instinctively cupping their heads as they worked her. Garret’s hair was just slightly finer, silkier, while Morgan’s felt thick as it curled around her fingers like strands of coarse satin. Her arousal had her knees lifting, feet sliding back and forth over the coverlet.
“Give me your lips again,” Morgan demanded, raising up to kiss her. His mouth moved on hers, ravenous, as if he craved her taste until he could stand no more. His tongue swept between her teeth in demanding strokes, swirling and tempting.
Enthralled, she didn’t realize Garret had left her breast until he settled between her thighs. When he parted her, she sucked in a breath. The breath became a gasp as his mouth covered her, his tongue stroking through the creamy seam between her pussy lips. She moaned against Morgan’s mouth at the burning pleasure.
Morgan lifted his head to look down into her dazed eyes. His seemed to glow. He threaded his hand in her hair and turned her head so he could reach her throat for gentle, arousing bites along its straining length.
Beth arched her back, groaning, Garret’s tongue dancing over her clit. One of his fingers stroked deep in her hungry core, the sensation teasing her nerve endings to vibrating attention. His beard brushed over her labia as he nibbled and licked.
“We’re going to take you,” Morgan breathed in her ear. He flicked his tongue across the tender lobe, sending a shiver skating down her back. “We’re going to work our cocks right into this slick, snug little pussy of yours.” He nibbled gently, then bent her head a little further back to deepen the arch of her throat. “And we’re going to bite. I can hear your pulse beating. Right here.” He pressed his lips to the leaping vein. “Waiting.” He licked along the line of it. “For us.”
Garret drew her clit into his mouth and suckled fiercely, the pleasure jerking her spine into a bow.
“God!” she gasped.
“Oh, yeah,” Morgan breathed. “Like that. Don’t hold anything back.” His fingers found her nipple, plucked and strummed, sending another glittering thread of pleasure to join those Garret’s bearded mouth was spinning between her thighs.
Beth twisted under their hands, her orgasm building with every luscious nibble and stroke.
She grabbed for Morgan’s brawny shoulder, needing to touch him, needing to anchor herself against waves of sensation so intense they were almost frightening, each higher, harder than the last…
Until her climax smashed over her, tearing a scream from her throat.
* * *
Her thighs were still quivering when Garret lifted his head and started crawling up her body, his green eyes locked fierce and hungry on hers. “Our turn now.”
Morgan drew back just enough to give him room as he covered her body with his. She moaned as Garret settled over her, warm and strong. His hot, rigid cock brushed her belly. Then he caught her thighs in both big hands and spread her wide.
“Here we go,” Morgan breathed in her ear, rolling on his side as Garret braced himself on one hand and used the other to aim himself at her slick opening.
He entered her in one long, hard stroke. Beth gasped at the sensation of being filled so abruptly, so utterly. His green gaze met hers in feral demand as he made his first thrust. His cock felt delicious, long and strong as he worked it in and out in deep lunges.
“Like that, poppet?” he rumbled.
“Oooh.” She whimpered as he drove in deep. “Oh, yeah. Keep… doing that!”
He grinned, white teeth flashing in his dark beard. “Your wish is…” Thrust… “… my command.” Bracing his muscular arms on either side of her head, he worked his hips, grinding against her, pressing deliciously into her clit.
Half blind with pleasure, Beth wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and held on for dear life.
“Remember me?” Morgan murmured in her ear, giving her nipple a delicious twist between two fingers.
She closed her eyes and panted. “Believe me, you’re not the kind of guy a girl forgets.”
“I’m delighted to hear it.” His lips brushed her leaping pulse. “And just to make sure, here’s something to remember me by.”
His fangs slid into her skin just as Garret plunged all the way to the balls. The hot sting blended with the spear of pleasure and tore a scream from her lips.
Beth writhed, but his arms encircled her, holding her still as his cousin rode her in those luscious thrusts.
Garret grinned at her, white fangs flashing in his bearded mouth. “Nice, huh?”
“Jeeesus,” she gasped. “You’ve got a gift for understatement.”
“Among other things.” Smiling wickedly, he rammed in a particularly deep thrust, circling his hips so his long cock twisted into her like a delicious screw, raking her flesh, pressing her clit.
Morgan’s mouth worked against her throat as he fed, added hot sparks of pleasure-pain to the whirlwind of the second orgasm building in her belly.
As if sensing how close she was, Garret started bucking his hips against her, grinding against her clit until her climax boiled up in flaming pulses. With a hoarse scream, she gave herself up to it as Garret fucked her and Morgan fed.
By the time Garret roared out his climax, they’d reduced her to boneless satiety.
* * *
Garret collapsed beside her in the center of the bed, panting. “Damn, girl, you’re going to be the death of me before the week’s up.”
“Ditto,” she managed. “But I�
�ll die with a smile.”
Morgan lifted his head from the bite he’d been bathing tenderly with his tongue. Black eyes glittered at her, wicked and lusty. “You don’t imagine we’re done, do you?”
“Oh, Morgan, I don’t…” she began, but he’d already rolled onto his feet and hauled her into his arms. Before she knew what had hit her, he had both her legs wrapped around his waist.
Dazed, Beth felt him reach down to aim his thick erection at her sex. Then he rolled his hips up and impaled her in one breathtaking plunge.
“Oh, God!” If anything, he felt thicker that Garret had as his massive shaft tunneled into her swollen sex. She writhed, caught on the knife edge of pleasure-pain.
Before she could decide whether to protest or not, Garret rolled off the bed and joined them. “Mmmm. Need a little help with that, Morgan?”
He grinned, rolling his hips in another breathtaking thrust. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
Garret stepped up behind her to claim her nipples with both skillful hands. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all.”
“Glad to hear it,” Beth managed, shivering at the pleasure. With a moan, she let her head fall back on his broad shoulder.
“Poor little Kith,” he whispered, stroking and twisting the pink tips. “Trying to feed two randy vampires. Are we too much for you?”
She could manage nothing more than a moan with Garret teasing her breasts while Morgan’s big cock worked deep in her sex. Her sated body purred approval.
Garret knew just what to do to make her arousal burn hotter, kissing and licking her ears as he stroked her breasts. Beth arched back in his arms, surrendering as the roller coaster of pleasure started shooting skyward again.
“That’s it,” Morgan growled, staring into her eyes as he ground into her. “Go with us. Let it come. Feel it build.”
He used those powerful arms to work her up and down on his shaft, fucking her so hard each entry rammed pleasure up her spine.
Garret dropped his hand down under her backside, traced the slick flesh he found, and drove a long forefinger up her ass.
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