Captivated

ChapterTwo

Angelina

Istirred in my sleep and came fully awake, sitting bolt upright in bed. I’d just experienced the most bizarre and terrifying dream ever. A thing had attacked and almost killed me. I touched my skin where the monster had raked me with its claw. Nothing. No wound. But it had been such a vivid dream that it had felt real.

“It was only a stupid dream, Angelina,” I grumbled and headed for the shower.

As I stumbled towards my en-suite, I realised I will still fully clothed. My shoes and purse were placed on my dressing table. I scratched my head with confusion. I’d only had two glasses of wine last night. No way was I drunk. Then why was I still in my clothes? Shrugging, I let the subject drop from my mind.

I allowed the hot water of the shower to soothe my body. I reflected on the dream again and more of it came back to me. Two men had saved me. As with my erotic dreams, their identities remained secret. There had been brilliant light and soft, sexy voices. My body tingled with arousal, my sex throbbing with aching need. I trailed my fingers down to my clit, and I rubbed the swollen nub in between two fingers. Closing my eyes, I conjured up the fantasy hot guys from previous dreams. Images of being sandwiched between the two males while they played with my body drove me insane with desire.

My heart rate picked up, along with my breathing, and I rubbed harder until I came. Fortunately, my moans were covered up with the noise of the cascading water. As always, I knew it would only take the edge off for a while. I really wanted to lose my virginity to a man who knew how to pleasure a woman’s body. The familiar ache in the pit of my belly fired up again. My nipples were so hard and throbbing, and wetness seeped from my sex. I let out a low whimper of frustration.

“Get a grip. You can’t even find one hot guy, let alone two.”

After grabbing a coffee and a slice of toast, I headed out to the sanctuary of my art gallery. It was situated in the grounds of a stately home only twenty minutes’ drive away. When I opened my car door, I had the feeling someone was watching me. I glanced upwards to the roof of the building and experienced an overwhelming sensation of desire. It was so powerful that I clutched at my belly, which still ached with need. I shook my head, tore my eyes away from the roof, got in my car, and drove away. At least work would take my thoughts away from all this sexual tension.

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Luca

I sensed the moment Angelina pleasured herself, my cock ramrod stiff inside my tight jeans.

“Sal, can you feel what our woman is doing?”

“Fuck yes. Our mate needs to have the pleasure she deserves. I am going out of my mind with lust here.”

“Me too. The temptation to visit her in the shower is testing my resolve.”

Sal chuckled in my mind. “Just imagine what it will be like when we’re finally together. And the fact she’s already fantasising about a ménage fills me with excitement.”

“Me too. I think she’ll be very open to sharing her body with both of us. Hang on, she’s coming out of the building. Heading for the gallery, do you think?”

“Definitely. Follow her and I’ll meet you there. Time to see how she’ll react to us.”

Sal didn’t need to tell me twice and I took to the air, following Angelina’s bright red Mini Cooper. I swore a few times after witnessing her driving skills. It appeared our little human was a bit of a speed demon.

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Angelina

I parked outside the gallery and sighed with happiness. I loved that place. It had taken a lot of persuasion to convince the owners of the stately home that a gallery would be a great asset. They were certain my venture would be a disaster. I’d proved them wrong, too. The gallery had been open four months, and already I’d sold most of my paintings. The tourists loved the watercolours of the surrounding area. This gave me much needed income, as well as being able to indulge in my passion for painting. The homeowners also took a cut. They were generous, though, and I didn’t have to pay too much rent.

I headed out back to continue working on a watercolour which wasn’t my usual landscape painting. This one was a personal project… the two guys in my dreams. It was therapeutic to get it down on canvas. It was almost complete, just a little touching up to do. After about an hour, I took a break and went out to the main gallery area to hang a couple of recently finished paintings of the house.

The steps were a bit rickety. I really needed to purchase a new set before I ended up falling and injuring myself. Leaning one painting up against the wall, I clutched the other one in my hand and held onto the steps for dear life with the other. I reached up to put the string at the back of the picture over the hook in the wall. I overstretched and couldn’t to regain my balance. The steps wobbled, and I started to fall, still grasping at the painting.

“Holy crap…”

I fell and waited to hear the crack of bones when I hit the hard marble floor tiles. What I didn’t expect were two strong arms to catch me before I hit the deck.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you, bella.”

Still holding on tightly to the painting, I gazed up at the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on. Deep brown velvety eyes, full sensual lips, long chocolate brown hair and beard. My mouth opened and closed, although no words came out. My body trembled. Not with the shock of the fall, but the way this strange and gorgeous guy eyed me with what could only be described as hunger.

“Well caught, Sal.”

With reluctance, I pulled my eyes away from the stranger who still held me protectively in his arms. Christ, it was like I’d won the lottery. Standing in the doorway to the gallery was yet another delicious male specimen. He was very like the hottie who held me. He was swarthier than sexy guy number one. Paler brown, almost hazel eyes, long wavy brown hair a few shades lighter, beard, and lips not quite so full but luscious all the same. The trembling became stronger and the painting fell from my hands. No. Please no. Don’t faint, not now… and I did.

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