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Dominic let out a feral growl, then reached for
Calliope, yanking her to his side. It seemed that a massage was the
last thing on his mind. Without preamble, his mouth descended on
hers, their tongues dueling in a fierce, hedonistic battle of wits.
Dominic jerked the robe off her shoulders and released the clasp of
her bra, then shoved her back against the massage table.

Calliope watched his brown orbs shift, changing
colors before her eyes. While his mouth continued its invasion, she
felt his incisors protract. Inadvertently, they grazed the ridge of
her lower lip. She tasted blood and felt Dominic’s claws dig into
the flesh of her shoulder. He ripped off her panties with his free
hand and tossed them to the ground. Then he grabbed his cock by its
base, rubbing the head up and down Calliope’s slick entrance.

“Dom, please. Fuck me!” Her hoarse voice whispered
into his chest.

His movements ceased. His shaft remained pressed firm
against her throbbing clitoris as if contemplating her request. “No
need to rush, baby. We can take it slow. I’ve got all night.”

“No,” Calliope protested, pushing against his cock
until her folds parted like a flower in bloom. “I can’t wait. I
need to feel you inside me. Now!”

Dominic didn’t seem to need any further incentive. He
thrust inside her, his shaft buried to the hilt. His balls slapped
against her plump ass over and over, the sound ringing in her ears.
At the same time, he raised his head and sucked her ripe areola
into the recesses of his hot, wet mouth. Then his fangs sank into
the flesh on the underside of her bosom and he drank his fill.

Calliope screamed as the suction from his lips made
her pussy convulse, releasing a torrent of spasms that set fire to
her libido. Her entire body shook as the raging inferno inside
burned out of control. After several minutes the effects began to
subside. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the table,
completely drained of energy.

****

From the slight crack in the doorway, Beau had seen
everything. He heard his best friend’s cries of pleasure and
watched Dom pummel her with his cock. With one hand, Beau made a
fist, shoving his hand in his mouth in order to keep from moaning
out loud. The other hand was busy stroking his rock-hard erection.
His eyes were glued to the two lovers, unable to look away.
Although when he saw Calliope’s body quiver under Dom’s masterful
touch, he couldn’t help but join in on the festivities.

Beau pushed the door open wider and passed the
threshold, careful to walk on the balls of his feet so that he
wouldn’t startle them. Calliope’s back was against the massage
table, her eyes shut tight. Dominic spied him first from the corner
of his eye, but continued to work his member at a quick, even tempo
inside her pussy. As he approached the table, Beau put his finger
to his lips, urging the vampire to remain silent.

Dominic acknowledged him with a nonchalant nod of his
head. Before he could chicken out, Beau leaned over Calliope’s
body, his heated breath rolling over her sensitive skin. He watched
her shiver and squirm. Still, she kept her eyes closed. It wasn’t
until Beau’s tongue darted out to lick her succulent nipple that
Calliope’s eyes finally opened.

When she realized who it was, Calliope tilted her
head to the side as if confused. Her forehead wrinkled as she
looked up at him, the expression on her face akin to one of a
mother ready to scold her child for misbehaving. Although Beau
ignored her. He captured her hardened peak between his puckered
lips once more. This time, she cursed under her breath and drew him
closer to her heaving breast.

Down below, Beau heard Dominic’s animalistic roar,
then saw him pull out from the shelter of Calliope’s womb. His cock
pulsated against their lover’s flat belly, jerking about
haphazardly. Beau lifted his head from her bosom, afraid he might
get caught in the crossfire. Dom cried out again, moments before
hot semen shot out of the tip of the vampire’s shaft, frosting her
abdomen with a thick layer of seed.

All of a sudden, Calliope turned on her side and
propped herself up on one elbow. Then she wrenched on the collar of
Beau’s shirt and dragged him into her embrace, her kiss rough and
demanding. She grabbed hold of his tussled hair and tangled her
fingers in its shaggy length. Dominic came around to Calliope’s
right side, sat on the edge of the massage table next to her head,
and murmured in her ear. He spoke loud enough for Beau to hear.

“Calliope, turn over onto all fours,” Dominic said,
smacking her bare ass. First, she winced, but then she groaned and
obeyed his command.

Still seated on the end of the table, Dom snatched
her by the back of the hair, urging her head toward his rigid
shaft. Calliope’s tongue slithered out, lapping up the last drop of
semen from his recent ejaculation. Then, he lowered her further,
forcing her to accept the entire length of his shaft between her
lips.

At the same time, Beau moved around behind Calliope
and climbed on the back of the table. He unzipped his jeans and let
his cock spring free. Its expansive girth brushed against the
tender skin that separated her pussy and ass, eliciting a loud
moan. Buried deep inside her mouth, Dom reared up slightly off the
cushions as the thrum that had initiated at the back of Calliope’s
throat caused him to buck. While the two of them were distracted,
Beau took advantage of the moment, sinking his erection into her
sex with a single, purposeful thrust. He fucked her hard and fast,
digging his fingers into her hips to quicken the pace. When he felt
his seed gather at the base of his shaft, he pushed past her
barriers one last time. Beau shouted Calliope’s name as she clamped
down hard, milking him of every ounce.

The three of them collapsed on top of the massage
table, their breathing shallow and labored. Liquid from their
sweat-soaked skin intermingled, while other bodily fluids flowed
free and uninhibited.

Calliope turned over onto her rear and sat sandwiched
between her two lovers. She looked left, then right, her beaming
smile proof that she was pleased as punch with their
performance.

“Well, wasn’t that a nice surprise. Same time next
week?”

Chapter Five

Three’s Company

Before turning in for the night, Calliope decided to
straighten up her work area. She put away the massage oil and
changed the sheets on the table, humming a happy tune as she went.
When she picked used towels up off the floor and tossed them into
the laundry basket, she noticed something shiny and silver on the
marble tile. She reached down and scooped it up. A cell phone.

Hmm. It must belong to Dom
, Calliope thought
to herself.

Calliope turned the phone over and looked at the
screen. She felt it vibrate in her hand. A photograph of a petite
brunette popped up. She sat on what appeared to be a barstool with
bottles of liquor set in the background. Her breasts flounced over
the top of a light pink push-up bra. Calliope tried not to stare at
the woman’s image; she didn’t want to invade her lover’s privacy.
But frankly, she couldn’t resist. She scrolled through the other
messages on Dom’s phone. There must have been at least half a dozen
photographs of the same girl. Maya was her name, according to his
address book. She’d sent him a shitload of text messages too. All
from a phone number with a 617 area code. Did he have a girlfriend
out of town? Regardless of their relationship status, the wench
seemed pretty desperate, rambling on and on about her undying
affection for the vampire.

Calliope sighed, suddenly in need of a stiff drink.
Stomping into the kitchen, she chucked the phone onto the counter
and yanked open the refrigerator. She grabbed a beer from the
shelf, twisted off the cap, and chugged the contents of the
bottle.

As Calliope slammed the empty bottle on the counter,
ready to take out another, she saw Beau turn the corner. “What’s
wrong, sweet cheeks? After the fun we had earlier, I’d think you’d
be floating on cloud nine.”

Calliope reared around to face him, an irritated
smirk marred her features. “Speaking of that, what the hell just
happened between us? At first, I thought maybe you had the hots for
Dominic. But you didn’t even touch him. What gives?”

Beau scrubbed his hand through his sandy blond hair
and plopped down on the barstool on the other side of the breakfast
nook. “Hand me a Corona first. Then we’ll talk.”

Calliope did as he asked and handed her roommate a
beer, then sat in the chair adjacent to him. Beau proceeded to
spill his guts. He fessed up about the little white lie he’d told
her several years earlier. “Callie, I’m sorry. I’m a yellow-bellied
son of a bitch. I should’ve never made up that bullshit story,” he
said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He took a swig of
alcohol and stared straight past her soul. “I love you.”

“Beau, you’re my best friend. I love you too.”

“No, you don’t understand,” Beau said, shaking his
head from side to side. “I mean, I’m
in
love with you.
Always have been.”

****

It was ten-thirty by the time Dom realized that he
must have forgotten his cell phone at Calliope’s. It contained all
his personal information including bank account numbers and a
digital copy of his Social Security card. Not that he thought she’d
try to steal his identity or anything precarious like that, but
still, one had to be careful. Come to think of it, Calliope had
turned out to be the coolest, most laid back chick Dom had met in a
long time. After running smack dab into one psycho bitch after
another over the last few years, she was a refreshing change.

Smokin’ hot seemed to be the most fitting set of
adjectives he could think of to describe the talented masseuse. Not
only could she work magic with her fingers, but also her blood
tasted as sweet as honey. She gave a helluva good blow job too. Dom
hated to admit it, but he could get used to having her around.

Close to midnight, he pulled up in front of
Calliope’s pad. Even though it appeared dark inside, the porch
light was lit.

Please God, let her be awake.
Dom rang the
bell and a short while later, Beau answered the door wearing a
saggy pair of sweatpants and no shirt, his arms crossed over his
broad chest. “Sorry to bother you so late. But I think I left my
phone here. Is Calliope still up?”

“Come on in. I’m sure she has a few choice words for
you.” Dom cocked his head sideways, staring at Beau in confusion
for a moment, before he followed him into the house.

As he walked into the kitchen area, the tension
between the two roommates was obvious. Calliope sported an angry
scowl. From the way her so-called gay best friend greeted him at
the door, neither of them seemed to be in the mood to entertain
guests.

“Looking for this?” she asked him, dangling his phone
in front of his face before handing it to him. “You might want to
tell your girlfriend to cool her jets. If you don’t call her back
soon, she might blow a gasket.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Yes, Maya. Does her name ring a bell?”

Oh fuck!
That crazy bitch that kept racking up
his cell phone bill. Day and night, she continued to send him text
messages and provocative pictures. It’d been two months since he’d
moved out of state and still, she couldn’t take a hint.

“Calliope, I’m really sorry. I never meant to get you
involved in this. The girl is nuts. She’s been stalking me for a
while now. That’s the reason I packed up my bags and left Boston.
She even had her father run a background check on me. His name is
Frederick Winslow. He’s a powerful Massachusetts senator with a ton
of clout. I had no choice but to leave town.”

“A big-time politician, huh?” Calliope tapped the
side of her temple with her finger. Dom could almost see the wheels
spinning in her head. “I’ve got an idea. Hand over your phone.”

The vampire reluctantly handed over his cell phone.
“Are you sure about this?”

Calliope didn’t acknowledge him with an answer. She
dialed the last number in the phone’s memory and waited in silence
until someone picked up.

“Maya Winslow? Are you the daughter of Senator
Frederick Winslow?” Dom listened as Calliope’s calm monotone voice
spoke into the receiver. “I’m a friend of Dominic Trevino. This is
a courtesy call to let you know that I am in possession of an
interesting collection of photographs. I’m eager to shop them to
the press. If you so much as breathe my friend’s name again, you
can expect your father to see those pictures plastered on the front
page of
The Boston Herald
. Do I make myself clear?”

“Problem solved. Damn, woman! It looks like you’ve
finally grown some balls,” Beau shouted as he flattened his palm in
the air and shot Calliope a high five.

“Not quite, lover boy,” Calliope said as she scolded
them both with a wag of her finger. She stood, put her hands on her
hips and stared back and forth between the two men. “Beau, you know
I have strong feelings for you. I just need some time to figure
things out. Can you cut me some slack?” Her best friend nodded,
then pulled her in for a bear hug that lasted way too long.

When Beau finally let her go, she turned to Dominic.
“Even though we’re still in the ‘Getting to know each other stage’,
I really like you, Dom. A lot. I’m hoping we can keep things status
quo for awhile and see where this goes.”

Beau and Dominic shared a moment, sizing each other
up like a couple of bullies ready to brawl in the middle of the
school yard. Then the vampire shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He
wrapped his arm around Calliope’s round derrière and dragged her
body flush against his protruding erection.

“Sure. Why not? I’ve always been a sucker for happy
endings.”