Mate With Me

Jacob smiled as Damien’s shout mingled with Abby’s cries, the rest of the brethren and their mates all grinning at the couple’s bond. “Now,” he said turning to Grace who sat next to him with her blouse spread open, her bare breasts a temptation he could no longer resist, “it’s your turn.”

“My turn for what?” Grace asked warily with a glance toward the raised dais where Damien was lifting a shaky, red-faced Abby off the bench.

“For me to fuck those lovely breasts, of course.” Smiling at the blush that spread across her face, he rose and stood before her, releasing his cock. “Don’t you remember what I told you about what a perfect bed your breasts would make?”

“Yes, of course.” She did remember, and remembered her reaction to the image his comment had conjured. Now, reaching up to wrap her hand around the engorged, velvet softness of his iron hard cock, she felt her pussy gush with the prospect of making his suggestion a reality.

“As good as that feels, baby, you’re going to need both hands to push your breasts together for me.” Jacob groaned when she released him then groaned again when she pushed her abundant flesh together, her nipples tight beads pointing straight at him. “That’s it, Grace,” he praised her as he braced his hands on the seat behind her shoulders, leaning over her and pushing slowly through her cleavage until he had his cock nestled between all that soft flesh. Closing his eyes, he savored the soft cushion she had created just for him before giving in to the need to move.

Grace looked down, watched the deep purple head of his cock emerge from her breasts to tantalize her with its seeping slit. Unable to resist, she stroked her tongue over that smooth crown, lapping up his moisture before he disappeared again. Waiting breathlessly, she was ready for him when he made another appearance, her tongue ready to take another taste, tease him a little longer, before he retreated again. Over and over he pumped through the small space she made for him, cocooned between her breasts, coming out only long enough for her to lick over him again and again, clearing his oozing slit.

She glanced up at him when he remained poised at her mouth, letting her suck his entire head past her lips, giving her time to lave his crown as well as stroke under the ridge, a sensitive area that had him jerking uncontrollably. His green eyes held a hint of desperation and worry and she knew he was wondering if this was going to be their last time together. The thought of never seeing him again threatened her composure, but she quickly rallied against it, refusing to send him off with anything less than her full confident support in his ability to return to her.

Her look of confidence, in both him and her, was Jacob’s undoing and he allowed himself to let go, pulling out of the warm, wet cavern of her mouth to spew his seed on her breasts, using his right hand to wring every ounce of the pleasure she had wrought from him. As soon as his head cleared enough from the sensual haze of his release, he reached beneath her skirt and ripped her panties off her, his fingers sinking unerringly into her welcoming pussy.

“Come for me, Grace,” he demanded hoarsely, the sight of her cum soaked breasts bouncing free of her hands making him hard all over again.

Grace didn’t know if it was the threat he was going to face tonight or the exhibitionism or the hard, lustful, determined look on Jacob’s face that had her responding without hesitation or buildup to his order. Maybe it was all three, because she splintered apart on command, his fingers knowing exactly where to touch, how deep to go, where to pinch to have her soaring in pleasure only he could give her. Reaching up to pull his head down to hers, she kissed him before making a demand of her own. “Come back to me, Jacob.”

Jacob nodded then sank his fangs into the soft fullness of her breast, sating a hunger only she could appease, his body responding with the renewed strength and power only she could give him.

Caitlin sat on a sofa between Luc and Jon looking around the large converted ballroom at all of her mate’s brethren and their women. There was an air of desperation laced anxiety among the vampires, their looks of lust accompanied by erotic possessiveness as they touched their mates, the only difference in this entire scene that set it apart from anything she’d see in a porn flick. Her gaze moved from the glaze of satisfaction on Abby’s flushed face to see Jacob leaning over Grace, his cock fucking her breasts, his tight ass clenching with each push through her cleavage. When he bites her breast, she murmurs, “And dinner is served,” drawing chuckles from her mates.

“You’re overdressed for this party,” Jon told her as he turned and whipped her shirt over her head.

“Way overdressed.” Luc undid her jeans and Caitlin lifted willingly for him to tug them off.

She had been the only one dressed in pants, the only one who didn’t have a sheer top or easily discarded skirt and she had felt inconspicuous and out of place among these people who took touching their mates in front of the others with a casualness that spoke of long time experience. She didn’t balk at being exposed publicly, her need for Jon and Luc having built to an all-time high watching the coupling going on around her. Her worry for the men she had come to care so strongly for was uppermost in her mind despite having confidence that they could slay any demons dumb enough to cross their paths.

When Jon lifted her, lay her back on the sofa and draped her over him, she shoved aside every thought but pleasing and being pleased by her men. Jon’s cock, erect and ready, poked her stomach as Luc knelt behind them, his freed cock nestling between her buttocks suggestively.

“You know what we want,” Luc whispered in her ear as his lubed fingers slid easily past the tight resistance of her dark channel.

“Yes,” she answered him, her look encompassing both of them. “I want it too.” They had been building to double fucking her all week, taking turns with her pussy and ass, one cock in one orifice while the other used fingers or a phallus in her other orifice, preparing her for this ultimate possession and pleasure. She buried her face in Jon’s neck as their fingers worked her pussy and ass, lubing her, stretching her, arousing her until she was writhing uncontrollably between them.

“Now, damn it,” she moaned when she couldn’t take it anymore, their fingers constantly shying away from giving her the final stroke she needed to get off, knowing they were keeping her on the edge on purpose.

Jon pulled his fingers from the silken haven of her pussy and replaced them with his cock, her juices soaking him immediately, easing his deep penetration. “You feel so good, Cat,” he

told her, marveling that he never tired of taking her. Her slender body fit his perfectly, fit between them perfectly, and he couldn’t wait for Luc to join them.

Luc didn’t keep either of them waiting, the sight of her greased anus flowering open as he pushed slowly into her nearly making him lose his wad right then. She was tighter with Jon filling her pussy, so he went slowly despite the urgent need to embed himself fully. “You doing okay, darlin’?” He paused a moment, waiting for her answer, her soft buttocks against his groin making him sweat.

“Yes, I’m good. Just do it.” Caitlin held her breath as he filled her ass completely, then gasped when Jon pushed her up by her shoulders and she had to brace her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, their dual penetration making her shake with the need to move. “Jon?”

“Relax. We’ll do all the work,” he told her soothingly, then pulled back slowly, making sure his dick dragged over her clit before returning to her snug heat as Luc pulled out of her ass. Their experience came in handy in giving Caitlin the ultimate pleasure of being fucked by both of them, and they worked with synchronized thrusts until she was throwing her head back and crying out with her first climax.

The pleasure was indescribable, the feel of their cocks moving in tandem, constantly stroking over every single highly sensitized nerve ending until she didn’t know anything but them, didn’t feel anything but their cocks moving inside her, couldn’t see anything through the bright explosion of her orgasm, didn’t hear anything except her cries of delight at experiencing the ultimate in pleasure.

Moments after she felt them coming inside her, filling both orifices with their release, the sharp, fleeting pain of their bite tossed her right back into the throes of another climax. As soon as she regained her senses, she told them in no uncertain terms, “You damn well better return to me tonight, because there’s no way I’m living without this now.”

Damien hated to disturb the comfortable weight of Abby curled in his lap, but it was time. They couldn’t wait any longer without risking the rise of the sun before they completed their mission. Looking around the room, he saw the need for action on the faces of his long-time friends, the need to settle with Isabelle once and for all, the need to ensure their loved one’s safety from here on out. With nothing but a nod, they all rose, signaling an end to the play. Between the last minute boost of sex and blood from their mates, they needed to take advantage of being at their ultimate strength and power.

Leaning down he kissed Abby quickly, slipped her gown back over her head and reassured her quietly, “We’ll return as fast as we can. Don’t distract us by speaking telepathically unless it’s an emergency.”

“We can handle a few hours without our big, bad vamps hovering over us,” Abby responded lightly, trying to soothe the worry etched on his face and the bleakness clouding his eyes. She knew it would do her no good to question him about what he has been keeping from her all this time.

Damien squeezed her hand then turned from the direct look of those bewitching blue eyes, a look that, at times, saw too much of what he preferred remained unseen.