Her voice broke into his ruminations. He glanced up from the fireplace he’d briefly been unseeingly staring at to find Shana’s gaze on him again.
He said, “I’m trying very hard to see all of this for what it truly is.”
She nodded. “Hard to process all at once, but…” Her eyes drifted to Jane. “I have to stop looking so hard and start…feeling. Right?”
Drake couldn’t see Jane’s grin, but he could sense it.
“Let me help you,” she said.
Shana nodded.
Drake’s fists clenched at his sides once more. This was more difficult than he’d imagined. But he said nothing. He let Jane take the lead again.
Her hands disappeared under the silver material around Shana’s upper thighs, where the slit ended. When Shana lifted slightly off the sofa cushion, Jane pushed the material up to Shana’s waist. Then she swiftly dragged the thong Shana wore down her legs.
The faint scent of Shana’s arousal filled Drake’s nose the way it had earlier, downstairs. He inhaled deeply, letting the provocative aroma mingle with the smell of her blood and the body wash or lotion she used. The fragrant bouquet was intoxicating.
Jane seemed to feel the same, because she pulled in a deep breath and then let it out slowly, along with a low moan. Her hands splayed over Shana’s thighs and she spread them wide as she knelt on the floor and positioned herself between them.
Shana settled back against the mound of pillows, a look of anticipation on her face, along with a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. Drake read her expression for what it was. She wasn’t worried about what Jane was about to do to her. She was worried about how to respond correctly to it, still holding herself in check, still agonizing over being normal—as she saw it.
He could appreciate her concern, though he believed it was needless. Unable to let her agonize a second longer over her doubts and worries, he rounded the sofa and knelt behind her. Though he easily could have touched her—what with there being nothing more than the back of the couch in his way—he kept his hands to himself.
But he leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “Close your eyes.”
She did as he instructed.
“Don’t think. Just feel.”
She nodded.
A second later, Jane’s head dipped and her tongue swept over Shana’s pussy lips, giving her the first taste of the most intimate part of this woman’s body. Her head snapped up. Her tongue swiped her own lips and he caught the sharp tip of a protruding fang.
Drake sprang to his feet, ready to intervene.
But Jane’s visage changed so quickly—from ravenous predator to lustful lover—that he crouched back down, still behind Shana, who sucked in a ragged breath of air between her parted lips. She was completely unawa
re of the tense and potentially dangerous moment she’d unwittingly elicited.
Drake shot Jane a look and her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head from pure ecstasy. He bit back a groan.
This was a mistake. He’d known it all along. The woman they were both intensely attracted to not only smelled sinfully delicious, but clearly she tasted that way as well.
And there were two vampires in the room with her who both wanted to feast upon her.
Chapter Six
Shana’s body had tensed the second the tip of Jane’s tongue made contact with her pussy lips—a highly sensitive part of her body no one’s lips had ever touched. But she’d forced herself to remain still. She’d kept her eyes shut and had concentrated on how the forbidden kiss felt, not the fact that she was overwhelmingly self-conscious about being bare down there.
A few moments had passed as, she assumed, Jane let her assimilate to the new sensation. Then she felt Jane’s cool, supple fingers rub her labia in long, slow strokes. She was already wet. Had, in fact, been embarrassed when Jane had removed her panties, because she knew they were damp. And now she knew how it was possible for Drake to have smelled her womanly scent when they were downstairs. They were vampires, and so of course they could smell and sense how utterly and fantastically turned-on she was.
Yet Shana refused to give into any niggling negative thoughts that crept in on her, threatening to make her feel exposed and unsure of herself. This was normal, she told herself. It was perfectly normal for her to be aroused. Perfectly normal for her to be excited by these two people and the wonderfully evocative things they did to her.
Interestingly, she barely had to convince herself of this. When the tips of Jane’s fingers massaged her clit in a circular motion, with just the right amount of pressure, all thoughts of awkwardness and ineptitude fled her brain—to be replaced by sexual cravings she’d never experienced before, along with desires and needs and the yearning for sexual fulfillment that went well beyond a few sexy, forbidden kisses.
Jane’s fingertips pressed against her clit and rubbed faster, making Shana gasp. Her toes curled in her sandals and her pulse raced. She bit down on her lower lip, fighting the throaty moans welling within her. Her fingers gripped the satin material pooled around her hips as Jane’s hands moved to her inner thighs and held them in place, keeping them spread wide open. Her tongue flicked Shana’s clit again, making her hips jerk and causing a sharp cry to fall from her lips, despite her best efforts to keep quiet.
As though encouraged by Shana’s response, Jane’s tongue fluttered over the super-sensitive bud between Shana’s legs like butterfly wings. The ministrations were rapid, featherlight and oh so tantalizing.