Love Bites

Kellan smirked and drew his fingertip down the dripping seam of her cunt. “The only oral I’m fixated on involves your gorgeous pussy.”

Sydney struggled not to squirm as he leisurely fingered her. She cast a quick look at Lucas, who stood at the mini-bar tossing back his drink. His dick was still hard, but he didn’t appear to have Kellan’s interest in finishing things.

“Don’t worry about him,” Kellan said, using his free hand to comb through her snarled hair. “He’ll stop sulking eventually.”

“Sulking?” Lucas snapped his glass onto the bar. “That’s what you call my very valid concern that your pursuit of some ass—literally, in this case—will most likely expose our entire lifestyle to scrutiny? And our people to extinction?”

“Your people? There’s a whole bunch of you freaks who like to suck neck?” She tried to keep her voice steady, but between her rising terror and the stirring of passion from Kellan’s touch, she couldn’t manage the task. Especially when his lazy strokes turned into another session of oral exploration.

She braced her heels on the bed and lifted her hips as the first tremor stole throug

h her. God, was he planning on eating her until she fainted again?

“I see where your priorities lie, Barstow.” Lucas strode toward the bed, his sky blue eyes blazing. She’d glimpsed a similar expression on Kellan’s face, but Lucas had struck her as the more easygoing one. What she’d seen of him before the last few moments hadn’t led her to believe he could look as lethal as he currently appeared.

Then again, she didn’t know him. Didn’t know either of them. And that included the man who always stuffed her tip jar after their nightly exchange of sexy glances and now stuffed her sex with his tongue.

Her core clenched and she bit her lip to stop the scream. Could she actually come again? She’d never had so many back-to-back orgasms in her life.

But Lucas apparently wasn’t content to watch any longer. She braced when he strode closer to loom over her, but he only loosened the binds at her wrists and ankles.

“You’re letting me go?” she whispered, surprised she had enough breath left to form the words. She was panting so hard her ribs threatened to shatter.

His lips twisted as he cocked a brow at his friend, who’d yet to divert his attention from his feast. “Don’t think he’s willing to let you go anywhere, my sweet.”

At Lucas’s comment, Kellan tugged her labia between his teeth. Her head thrashed against the pillow as her clit pounded, warning of her imminent release. She grasped her breasts in her freed hands, squeezing them to quench the need inside her. Her muscles ached from the position she’d held while in her bounds but her arousal overcame everything. Her last trickle of fear—of self-preservation—had evaporated at the first brush of Kellan’s magical mouth on her body.

She didn’t want to escape him, though she knew her very life might be in jeopardy if she did. But how could she want to leave someone who brought her to the peak so effortlessly? Somehow, even in the midst of this crazy, unreal situation, he offered her more ecstasy than she’d ever experienced.

Then he drew his head away.

“No. Dammit, no.” She reared up in bed and seized his hair in her hands, dragging his face to hers with a strength she’d never known she possessed. Their mouths crushed together, tongues thrusting, hands roaming. In the midst of her sex-drenched haze, she felt herself being shifted onto her knees, trapping her between Lucas’s and Kellan’s hard, warm bodies.

She didn’t know much about vampires, but weren’t they supposed to be cold? They sure didn’t feel dead, and they definitely didn’t chill her as their chiseled torsos brushed against her, front and back.

“Your skin….” She gasped the phrase into Kellan’s mouth. Of the two men, his flesh was hotter by miles. “It’s warm. So warm.”

“Passion is the only thing that heats us. Otherwise we’re as cold as the blood that runs in our veins. But here, with you, you give us some of our life back.” He thumbed her hair away from her cheek and nuzzled her ear. “Let us have you.”

His sudden mood shift from ardent and aggressive to sweetly loving jolted her. She shivered as both men rubbed their cocks against her in a slow, persuasive grind.

“You can have me,” she whispered into those sizzling golden eyes, helpless to answer any other way.

Her back arched as two more hands joined in the fray, cupping her butt and then her breasts, touching her as brazenly as Kellan did, but with much more finesse.

She didn’t want finesse. She needed to mate. Now.

Kellan parted her thighs, already drenched with her moisture, and surged inside her. He captured her nipple as she cried out, biting down so hard that her body jerked.

“God, please, don’t make me wait.” Sydney sank her teeth into his corded shoulder while her hands sought to caress every inch of his damp back. Muscles tightened and flexed under her touch, and his cock twitched as he rolled his hips to seat himself deeper. She needed so little, just a few hard strokes, before she started to come. “Yes. Just like that.”

Her arousal coated him as he lifted her and rolled until he was on his back. She straddled him, grateful he was beneath her to support her as she rocked herself into oblivion. Her inner walls clamped around him as another orgasm ripped through her. She fell forward onto his chest. “Don’t stop.”

“Never.” He took her face in his hands, searching her eyes as another erection prodded the crease between her ass cheeks. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

She fought to swallow. To breathe. Captured in the intensity of his gaze, she felt as if she were breaking apart.

Kellan slid out and reentered her slowly. Too slowly. Her throat locked, her moans erupting only when Lucas reached around her to tweak her sore nipples. She bit down on a cry. Oh, yes. Finally. She’d been waiting for this. Two men pleasuring her. Loving her.