Claim Me (Body Scenes 4)

She felt another powerful jolt when Cray’s hands moved down to her ass, sliding between her backside and Jude’s front. He squeezed the cheeks and crushed her to him. Not to be outdone, Jude wedged a hand between her and Cray and two fingers stroked her labia through her thong panties. And then he targeted her clit and Jane was hopelessly lost.

Jude’s pain had morphed into intense desire. She could feel it as strongly as she felt her own desire balloon within her, swelling with every touch and kiss and groan.

When Jude swept aside the lace covering her pussy lips and his strong fingers caressed her confidently, she broke Cray’s kiss and let out a small cry. A potent craving gripped her very soul. She desperately needed their intimate touches, their contradictory tender and aggressive ministrations.

Jude stepped away from them. Cray took her by the hand.

No words were spoken. None needed to be.

He led her to the oversized, tufted ottoman in the center of the room and she sat on the edge of it. Jude rounded the opposite end and, with his hands on her shoulders, guided her onto her back, her blonde hair fanning out around her head. Cray spread her legs wide as Jude clasped her wrists and raised them above her head. They wanted a submission of sorts. Perhaps it was the vampire-werewolf thing and they wanted to prove they were the dominant species. Perhaps they wanted to restrain her from pulling away again. Not that she would.

Or maybe, she thought as Cray’s tongue swiped over her sensitive folds and fire consumed her, they simply wanted to pleasure her.

She moaned and that seemed to spur Cray on. The tip of his tongue flicked across her clit, over and over, until she was squirming on the velvet-covered ottoman, her back arching, her breasts thrusting upward.

Jude held her captive and that aroused her even more. All he needed was one hand to hold both her wrists in a firm grip and he made that move so he could use his other hand to cup her breast and alternately massage it and roll the nipple between his finger and thumb, before he paid the same attention to the other breast.

Cray’s mouth on her pussy was a delicious combination of licking and suckling. He used his tongue to stimulate her clit and then he drew her lips into his mouth and sucked tenderly, tantalizingly.

“Oh yes,” Jane whispered. The erotic sensations racing through her were raw and vibrant and exhilarating.

When Cray pushed a thick finger deep into her pussy, she cried out again. The unrelenting need to have her cunt filled and stretched made her hips lift off the ottoman and she ground herself against his mouth as he more vigorously tongued her clit and fingered her pussy.

Jude let out a primal grunt that elicited even more dark passions. He leaned over her and sucked a nipple into his mouth while still holding her wrists in a vise grip.

Within seconds, that balloon of desire and need expanded and then burst.

“Oh God, I’m going to come!”

The fiery sensations blazed through her body and they were absolutely glorious. There was a magical sensuality that Cray exuded and a primal one coming from Jude, which collided with her own passion in a magnificent explosion of beautiful and carnal sensations deep within her. They were so red-hot and searing, her insides burned. She was certain her skin felt hot to the touch too, for the first time in decades. The heat incinerated the pain she’d experienced with Jude’s soul and she tried once again to pass that vibrancy onto him, to mask what ailed him.

She stared up at him and willed the sizzling sensations inside her into the very essence of him. At first, it seemed a vain attempt. But then he sucked in a ragged breath and released her wrists. He stood, stumbling away until he collapsed into a chair.

“Jesus Christ.” His entire visage changed from intense and driven to perplexed, yet highly aroused. His eyes glowed under the soft lighting from the chandelier overhead and he looked at her in awe. As though he marveled over the sensations she’d experienced and had transferred to him.

“What happened?” Cray asked in a quiet voice, so as to not disturb the intimate moment.

Jane sat up. She tore her gaze from Jude and it landed on Cray. “I think… I might have…” Elation coursed through her. She couldn’t stop smiling, although she managed to say, “I believe I just hijacked his turmoil and projected some of our emotions into him. I sort of…gave him part of my orgasm.”

“Whoa.” Cray stood. He looked a little blown away and maybe just a tiny bit freaked out.

Jane toed off her stilettos so she could stand without teetering on them. Her body still vibrated despite having transferred some of her pleasure to Jude. What the two shifters had done to her was much too powerful to ebb quickly and she continued to feel the effects of their hands and mouths on her body.

She raised her arm toward Cray and lifted one finger in an attempt to make him stop trying to process what had just transpired. Hoping to appease and settle him, she said, “Two wolves imprinted on me. Is my new ability to project feelings into someone else’s soul really so bizarre in comparison?”

He gave her a huffy look. “Apples and oranges, Jane.”

“Only because you’re not intimately familiar with vampire gifts. They vary greatly, I’ll admit. And sometimes they don’t exist at all. Drake, for example, is—according to him—no different innately than he was as a human. Although I’ll always contend he’s more intelligent. He has business sense through the roof—hardly something you’d expect from someone who became a British soldier in the 1700s because he had no other prospects for his future.”

The room was silent for a moment. Then Jude said, “She’s right. I felt it. I felt everything she felt and I have to say…” He shook his head as Jane looked at him over her shoulder. “That was fucking amazing.”

She smiled. “Yes, it was. And you only got a portion of it. Imagine what I experienced.”

Jude clearly still reeled from the sensations she’d transferred to him.

Cray said, “You’ve seriously never done this before.”

It wasn’t a question, because some part of him had to already know the answer. It was the same with her—she could sense and deduce enough from their connection to understand what occurred between the three of them was unique and unprecedented and…real.