Dante (Blood Brothers Book 5) (36 page)

The warm smile returned. “Ask and you shall receive. Mmm, you’re already very wet. You’re going to need to be for what’s to come later.” She slipped those two digits past Isis’s labia and slid them deep into her channel.

A groan escaped Isis’s lips. There was something to be said about a woman’s touch. It was gentle but no less satisfying than any man she’d ever been with, except Dante, who her heart longed for the most. But in this moment
,
she wanted nothing more than to give herself over to the blissful sensations coursing through her body. Isis had suffered through too much pain and loneliness these past several weeks. She wanted to surrender to the hypnotic effect of Maggie’s touch.

Maggie fingered Isis’s pussy slowly, pushing those digits in as far as they’d go then pulling them out to the fingernail. Each thrust grew progressively harder and faster until Maggie’s fingers were sliding in and out of her at a rapid pace. Isis couldn’t keep still, bucking her hips to meet each sensual plunge.

Leaning over, Maggie placed a light kiss on her quivering stomach. “Do you like this?”

“Yes,” Isis moaned in return. Never in her wildest imaginings had she thought she would enjoy something like this as much as she did. But she was no longer willing to lie back and let the fem
me
have all the fun. She wanted to do a little caressing and exploring of her own.

Maggie eased juice-coated fingers out of her cunt and slid them in an upward motion along Isis’s body, stopping at her lips. Parting her lips, Isis sucked those fingers into her mouth with fervent tugs.

Grabbing Maggie by the shoulders, she pulled the young vampire on top of her, eager to feel the press of those soft lips on hers again. Her hands roamed the fem
me
’s back, stopping only when she reached Maggie’s rounded bottom. Isis cupped the luscious backside, giving it a squeeze as she ground her pelvis against Maggie’s.

Isis wanted to feel the warmth of that silky brown skin against hers. Without breaking the tight seal of their lips, she frantically worked at the buttons of Maggie’s blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. With that article of clothing discarded, Isis unfastened Maggie’s bra, freeing a pair of sinfully voluptuous breasts.

Gripping Maggie by the forearms, Isis rolled her over and straddled her. “Now
,
it’s my turn.” Dipping her head, she caught one chocolate-tipped breast in her mouth, sucking hard.

Maggie threaded her fingers through Isis’s hair. “Mmm, yes.”

Isis turned her attention
to
the other nipple, taking her time licking and laving it to tautness. Grasping the waistband of Maggie’s skirt, she pushed it down the vampire’s hips. The panties followed next as Maggie finally pulled off Isis’s bra.

They lay naked in each other's arms, their limbs entwined as they lingered over heated kisses. Their hands roamed soft expanses of skin, drawing moans of carnal delight. Isis hadn’t felt this alive in weeks, and a part of her was honored to share this experience with this gorgeous fem
me
.

Maggie suddenly stiffened.

Isis frowned. “Are you okay?”

“He’s calling to me. I’m needed out there.”

“Then
,
I’m coming with you.”

Maggie shook her head. “No. He isn’t ready for you
,
yet.”

Isis bit her bottom lip to hold back from saying what was really on her mind. She was still very hot from what had just happened between them. As if reading her thoughts, Maggie leaned forward and placed a light kiss at the corner of her mouth. “Don’t worry. GianMarco will take good care of you.”

Isis’s mouth fell open. “And
, you…
you don’t mind?”

Maggie smiled warmly. “I know GianMarco and I are truly one
—
bloodmates; our souls are bonded. That’s all that really matters. Anyway, everything I’ve just done with you, so has he.
Just like when Dante helped him through his sickness.
” She grazed Isis’s cheek with the back of her hand.

Leaning into the caress, Isis sighed, feeling slightly envious of the tight bond Maggie shared with her mate. Did she dare hope for the same thing with Dante, especially after all that had passed between them? “I guess that makes sense,” she finally replied.

“There are times when we have to do what’s necessary to help each other out. Like now, for instance, I’ve never contemplated being with another
woman
, or thought I’d enjoy it as much as I just did, but this is no ordinary situation. You seem to have grasped the basic concept of what’s happening with Dante, but you won’t completely understand until this is all over. When Dante finally comes to you, he won’t be gentle, and he might even hurt you
,
a l
ot
. He’ll be wild and untamed but GianMarco and I will ease the passage to ensure you have the optimal amount of pleasure. Your heightened state of arousal will ease your fears and help you relax when Dante takes you.” Maggie stroked Isis’s hair. “I’m going out there now, but GianMarco will be with you shortly.”

Isis grasped her hand, not wanting her to go. “Wait. Won’t you be hurt if you go out there?”

“I’ll be fine. It isn’t me Dante is after, but
just like you need
relief, so does he.” Maggie leaned forward and kissed Isis’s cheek then rolled off the bed before
heading
out the door with a seductive sway of her hips. The chocolate-skinned fem
me
was a full-figured goddess and Isis was certain she knew it.

Another wave of arousal rippled over her body, and
Isis rubbed
her pussy to temper the burgeoning heat. If Maggie could elicit this type of response from her, Isis knew she would go supernova with tall, blond, and devastatingly gorgeous GianMarco Grimaldi.

“Get off me, Marco. I need her!” Dante growled. The fever blazing within him threatened to incinerate him from the inside out. This unbearable ache was torture and the most excruciating sensation he’d ever experienced.

He’d fought his feelings for Isis for so long
,
it had become a habit. He knew he was in the throes of
la morte dolci
. In his arrogance, he’d believed he was strong enough to overcome it, despite the onslaught of symptoms he’d battled for the last several weeks. The throngs of nameless women and tight pussies he’d gone through hadn’t been enough to satisfy the burning hunger he had for one sexy, shifter.

His thoughts were a jumble and his body raged with unfulfilled desire. Marco was keeping him from her, and though he loved his brother with every last breath in his body, all he could think of was blue murder. He could tell Marco was using every ounce of his strength to hold him down, and if Dante really wanted to, he could throw him off. He had the strength of ten vampires while he was in the midst of this illness, but some semblance of sanity had entered his mind, allowing him to see that Marco was trying to stop him from harming Isis.

“I know you do, Dante, but until you’ve calmed down a little more, I can’t allow you to go in there.”

“You can’t stop me, you know.”

“How about me?” Maggie’s soothing voice reached his ears. He glanced over Marco’s shoulder to see her striding toward them in all her naked glory.
Dio
, she was beautiful, every voluptuous curve of her, from those generous breasts to her ample hips. His cock stiffened in reaction, and when she kneeled next to him, it took every single bit of self-control he had left not to toss his brother off and grab her.

His heart cried out for Isis, but he needed relief and Maggie could give it to him. “Maggie, you shouldn’t be around me when I’m like this,” he finished on a growl, his heat rising once again.

Instead of answering, she focused on her mate. “I can handle it from here, GianMarco.”

Marco raised a brow. “Are you sure?”

She nodded.

“If you need me, call.”

“I will.”

They exchanged a brief kiss before Marco released his hold on Dante and headed down the hall.

Dante sprang to his feet. “Where the hell is he going? He’s going to her, isn’t he?” Isis was his woman! She belonged to him! When he would have charged after his brother, Maggie blocked him.

“Maggie, I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t get in the middle of this.”

She grabbed a fistful of his shirt, her dark brown eyes turning several shades lighter as they began to glow. Her lips were slightly parted to reveal descended incisors. “So
,
you’d rather hurt Isis? The woman you love? You’re not ready to go in there. You need to calm the hell down.”

“And you can stop me?”

“Oh, I think I can.” She moved toward him with a smile that invited endless hours of wicked delight. When their bodies touched, she wrapped one arm around his neck. Sliding the other hand down the length of his torso, she placed a light kiss against his jawline.

“Oh, Maggie,” he groaned, torn between wanting to bury himself so deep inside her
,
he could barely think of anything else
,
and pushing her away. Dante had the wherewithal to realize he wouldn’t be gentle with her. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her when she meant so much to him.

She slid her tongue along his neck. “It’s okay, Dante. I can take it.”

Balling his hands into fists at his sides, he shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I do.” Nimble fingers undid the buttons of his shirt before moving to his belt buckle with a determination that took his breath away.

Dante grasped her hands in one last attempt to keep her from stepping over
the
threshold of no return. “Don’t.”

Deftly pulling herself out of his hold, she continued her task, wasting no time in unfastening his belt and pants before sliding them down his hips. Dante’s painfully hard erection sprang forward, and when she dropped to her knees and wrapped those seeking fingers around the base of his cock, he was utterly lost. The warmth of her breath against his member was enough to send him over the edge of sanity once again. “I fucking warned you!” Clasping his hands on either side of her head, Dante guided her mouth to his dick and thrust forward, practically sending his rod down her throat.

Maggie groaned in response, but not in protest. Tightening those sexy lips of hers around his cock, she sucked him with an enthusiasm that pushed him deeper into the abyss of madness. Even as his fingers dug into her hair and he thrust hard and deep into her mouth, she moved with him.
He
needed this sweet release more than he needed air.

He fucked her mouth with frantic movements, racing toward the peak his body so desperately craved. Dante burned for this. “Yes, Maggie. Yes.” And she took every inch of his cock, swallowing it, driving him closer still to that goal. He shot his load hard and fast down her throat when he came, emptying his balls and savoring the temporary relief.

Sighing, he looked down to witness Maggie feasting on his juices like a woman starved. The sight of her working his cock even after he’d finished sent another pulse of heat raging through him. Dante released the tight grip he had on her hair and grabbed her by the forearms.

Maggie whimpered in protest
,
as if she didn’t want to let go.

“You’re a greedy little
femme
, aren’t you?”

“Of course
,
I am. I haven’t fed in hours, and how could anyone resist when presented with this
impressive cock?

Dante chuckled, hauling Maggie into his arms. “If I remember correctly, I presented nothing to you. You simply took.”

She grinned. “And you’re complaining?”

“You’re going to make me lose control
,
again.”

“
I don’t mind.”

Growling, he smashed his lips against hers. He shoved his tongue past her full, parted lips to explore the honeyed recesses of her mouth.

Maggie didn’t seem content to allow him complete control. Wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, she pushed her tongue forward to meet his and they fought for supremacy in a battle of sensual delight.

Dante grasped her ample bottom in his palms, molding and squeezing her soft flesh as he ground his dick against her pussy. He wanted inside. Badly. And he intended to take it. How could he not when the heady scent of her arousal drifted to his nostrils and teased him? She was already wet and ready for his possession and he knew from prior experience her pussy would be tight and hot.

Breaking the tight suction of their lips, he reached between their bodies to circle his cock and guide it to her slick entrance.

“Hurry,” she moaned, arching her back in invitation.

Dante needed no further encouragement before easily sliding into her cunt, driving into her so deeply she screamed and dug her nails into his back, breaking skin. “Oh, my God!” Maggie buried her face against his neck.

Even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into her harder still. His fingers burrowed into her bottom as he fucked her, thrusting with a possessed fervor. Again
,
the need for orgasm overrode his ability to think clearly. The only thing that mattered at the moment was how tight and juicy her pussy felt around his cock and how much he wanted it.

He had to taste more of her. Fixing his gaze on the tender skin where her neck and shoulder met, he opened his mouth wide before sinking his extended incisors into that tempting flesh. Her sweet, coppery ambrosia gushed into his mouth, heightening the sensations coursing through him.

Pushing and straining against her, Dante came again, shooting his seed into her cunt as he continued to feed from her.

Maggie was the first to break their embrace, unwinding her legs from around him and letting the tips of her toes touch the floor. “Mmm, Dante, that’s enough, you’re going to suck me dry.”

Her words barely registered at first, but when she yanked at his hair, Dante remembered where he was. Raising his head, he licked his fangs, savoring every last drop of Maggie’s life-giving essence. “Ah, shit, Maggie. I got carried away.” He cupped her face in his hands. “I lost control and I couldn’t help myself. Please forgive me?”

A smile tilted the c
orners of her lips. “Of course, although I admit, I did enjoy it.” She winked at him.

Dante chuckled, hugging her against him as he kissed the top of her head. “Thank you. I needed that more than you know.”

She raised her head to meet his gaze. “Oh, I have a pretty good idea. Maybe now that I’ve taken some of the edge off, you can go to Isis without scaring her half to death?”

Dante groaned at the reminder. “Damn it. It’s bad enough I acted like the asshole of all assholes
when I last saw her
, but there’s no telling what she thinks of me now.”

“She understands. GianMarco and I have explained your condition and I’d say she’s more concerned for you than anything else.”

“I hurt her.” Shame crept through every pore of his being as the memory of his harsh treatment of her filtered into his mind. Why had he been so stubborn as to push her away when she’d humbled herself before him? He didn’t deserve Isis. She was probably better off if he turned around and walked out the door and stayed out of her life forever.

Maggie smacked him against his chest with the flat of her hand. “Stop thinking like that. Staying away from her is what got you into this state in the first place. Don’t you dare leave!” Within seconds, she’d turned from seductive sex siren to drill sergeant.

Dante raised a brow, slightly amused at her change in demeanor. “So you’re reading my mind
,
now? It’s rare for one as young as you to penetrate the mind of someone my age.”

“While you’re in this state, you’re very easy to read, and stop changing the subject. You will not, I repeat
not
, leave. You will march your ass in there and tell her how you feel…well, after this madness has run its course.”

“You make it seem so simple.” He sighed, releasing her.

She crossed her arms over her breasts. “It is that easy. You’re making it more complicated than it has to be. You love her and she loves you.”

“I know, but
—
”

“There are no buts. You know what, Dante? I never would have taken you for a coward.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You are one of the bravest men I know. You’ve faced rogues, demons, and all kinds of things that not so lo
ng ago I never knew existed, but
you’re willing to walk away from
your bloodmate.
Why?”

He wasn’t quite ready to admit the truth because it shamed him. Yes, he loved Isis. She was everything to him and more, but could he really trust that l
ove when he’d been wrong before.

Maggie cocked her head to the side as understanding entered her dark eyes. “Oh, Dante. I think you know this time it’s right. Love is a lot like bungee jumping. It’s a big leap of faith, and if you’re not ready to take the plunge, you won’t get to experience the rewards. Take the dive.”

Dante laughed.
“Have you been watching Oprah again?”

She
giggled in return
. “
No, actually, Lifetime movies
. But that’s beside the point. It’s time, and I can’t think of a more perfect mate for you than Isis. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, strong, brave, and she’s got a caring spirit. I know about her past, but I understand. Sometimes
,
one has to do what
one has
to in order to survive. Obviously, she’s changed and you can’t continue to hold that against her.”

“I don’t. I realize now that it was only an excuse I used to keep her at arm’s length.” He ran his fing
ers through his hair. “I guess
,
I should go in now.”

She nodded. “I think so.”

Dante pulled Maggie against him again and squeezed her tight. “
Too bad
Marco found you first. I think I would have given him a run for his money otherwise.”

Maggie
smiled
. “We both know it wouldn’t have mattered. My heart belongs only to GianMarco and yours to Isis, you big flirt.” She tapped his arm lightly.

She was right. Isis was the only one for him, and when this night was over and the sickness had passed, he intended to spend the rest of eternity showing her just how much she meant to him. Lowering his head, he brushed his lips against Maggie’s. “I do love you, you know.”

“I do. And I love you
,
too.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him back.

Theirs was a love born from the night they’d first connected. It was a bond almost as strong as the ones he shared with his brothers. Though he loved Sasha and Christine as well, Maggie would always have a special place in his heart. He no longer fooled himself into believing it was a romantic love, yet it was special nonetheless. No more, no less.