“Both of you,” she added, defiance clear in her tone. She knew he’d argue with her, even though this had been their idea in the first place. But his mine, mine, mine! attitude emanated from his pores as much as the sensual leather-and-spice scent she knew she’d forever associate with him. “Can you handle that?”
“Better question.” Kellan crawled up the bed, hand by hand, as slowly as a big jungle cat. His erection brushed the triangle of pure sensation between her legs and she cried out, but he didn’t move to rectify the situation. He just smiled that sexy, confident smile that had wrecked her world the first time she’d laid eyes upon him at Pastry ’n’ Joe. “Can you handle it? Two cocks ripping you apart, stroke by stroke?”
He scissored the sharp edge of his teeth over one nipple, then the other as his fingers tangled and pulled on the curls guarding her mound. Tingles erupted deep in her breasts, sizzled like sparks in her sex.
“Lucas in front and me behind you? Is that what you want, Sydney?”
“Why do you get to pick?” Lucas muttered. “Shouldn’t she get to say whom she wants where?”
“He’s right. It’s my choice.” Sydney arched against her bonds and squeezed her legs together, trapping Kellan’s cock between them. He was so hard and hot her skin actually burned from the contact. He hissed out a breath as she rubbed her abundant wetness against him. While his amber eyes flared gold with arousal, her nipple hardened to a desperate peak under his teeth. He was so beautiful and so sure of himself that she didn’t know if she wanted to screw him until they both passed out or make him watch while she rode his friend. He almost deserved it.
“Then choose.” His breath rasped like sandpaper against her breast. “Now.”
“Hmm, maybe it’ll take me a while to decide. Sure you don’t want some more of this?” She leaned up to gyrate her hips against him, ignoring the pull in her wrists. Whatever they’d bound her with held her in place, but the fabric didn’t abrade. With a little finagling, her lips brushed his earlobe. “All my juice gushing over you? Slick and steamy, hugging your dick—”
“Choose.” He growled the word, his eyes singeing her with their intensity. Searing and dangerous, they threatened her with a sexual torment she’d never known before. And oh, how she craved it. “Before the choice is made for you.”
Sydney tossed her hair as his mouth tightened. Pissing him off was almost as fun as having sex with him. Almost. “Guess you can have my back door.”
“Can I now?” He reached down between their bodies and wedged three fingers inside her, grinning as she twisted underneath him. When those coated fingers slipped out to probe between her cheeks, she gasped. Without warning, he inserted one deep into her ass. A second followed before she could acclimate to the first. Damn, everything about him was big. “Sure? Don’t want to scare you.”
“Scare me?” She blew a sweaty strand of her hair out of her eyes. Though she’d had anal sex before, his exploration hurt a bit. He wasn’t taking time to be careful, but she wasn’t about to let him in on her sensitivity back there. “Dream on, vampire.”
The change in his expression clued her in to how right she was. Shit. She hadn’t consciously been thinking that they were vampires—how could they be?—but now that she’d said the word, she could think of nothing else. Except vampires weren’t real. So she had to be imagining things. Maybe she’d conjured this whole unfathomable night.
Kellan wasn’t the one who spoke next. It was Lucas.
“What did you just call him?” The blond man fisted a hand in her hair and turned her face toward his. His bright blue eyes glowed eerily. “What did you just call him?” he repeated when she remained silent. “Goddammit, I asked you a question!”
“Nothing.” Her fear returned with twice the intensity. God, she must be right, as impossible as it seemed. Her throat clogged with an acrid taste, and her eyes blurred with unshed tears. “I didn’t say anything. Let me go!”
“See, Kell, she didn’t forget any of it. You thought her memories would be hazy, but no.” Lucas glared at her. “Crystal-clear recollection.”
“With all your fussing, no wonder.” Kellan stroked his free hand down the curve of her cheek as if she weren’t using all her might to try to buck him off her. Not that it mattered. She didn’t so much as jar his position. “Do you believe in vampires, Sydney?”
“No.” She wouldn’t cry, not in front of them. At least the crazy desire she’d experienced had dissolved in a flood of adrenaline. She couldn’t think when she was in that insane sex thrall. Nothing had ever gripped her like the passion she’d felt mere moments ago. “They’re a myth. Like werewolves and ghosts and—”
“And everything else you stupid humans don’t understand.” Lucas swung off the bed and stalked over to the mini-bar she only now noticed in the corner of the room. He popped the cork on a decanter, and then splashed pale brown liquid into a short glass. “Narrow-minded fools, the lot of you. Sheep. Too blind to see what’s right in front of your faces.”
“Don’t mind him,” Kellan said, rolling his eyes as he pulled his fingers free from her ass and shifted onto the bed beside her. “He’s dealing with a persnickety human female of his own and tends to fall into these brooding moods when reminded of that fact.”
Sydney didn’t speak. Barely even breathed. But her gaze pingponged between them—between Lucas’s angry, pinched countenance and Kellan’s relaxed, almost sanguine one—as if she were watching a down-to-the-wire match at Wimbledon.
Had she somehow wandered into another dimension? One where sexy-as-hell vampires ruled? Vampires who mostly acted normal until they were pushed?
Well, then there was that biting thing. Which she hadn’t even minded before she passed out, come to think of it. The shock that her hitchhiker lover was sucking her blood aside, of course.
“Christ, Kell, why don’t you tell her our goddamn life history?”
“It doesn’t matter. In a few days, our blood will be out of her system, anyway.”
“I’ve never trusted that supposed fail-safe method. Besides, we both know you’re going to change her. You have no choice after what happened.” His voice quieted. “We both know what it means.”
“Don’t tell me what my choices are.”
Change her? Did that mean what she thought it did? She’d read a couple vamp books in high school, and—
“Oh, hell no. You’re not making me one of you.” She pressed her butt into the mattress and tried to make herself smaller, as stupid as that was. Kellan looked upon her with a benign expression, as if he’d expected no less. “Not that I believe you’re really anything but men with…” She racked her brain. What was that term from her college psych class? “Oral fixations.”