Melted By The Vampires: A Paranormal Menage Romance (12 page)

Studying the way Abbott’s dark lashes were casting shadows on his handsome, strong-jawed face in the dim light, I gave him a little smile. “I think I can handle that. I can handle giving you a little kiss right now. But why don’t
you
kiss
me
, actually. Just tip me back in your arms and really plant one on me.”

“
I
can definitely handle
that
.”

*

With a low growl rumbling deep within his chiseled chest, Abbott pulled me onto his lap and tipped me back in his arms, then brought his mouth to mine. Soon, reveling in the feel of his soft lips gently savoring my own, I was lost in pleasure, breathing in his woodsy, masculine scent through my nose. When Dan came back into the room after maybe a minute or so, I didn’t even realize it until he cleared his throat.

“Special midnight snack delivery. One sandwich, one bowl of a weird oatmeal concoction with grape jelly, and one tall glass of plain milk, with no tasty flavoring of any kind added.”

I looked at him, smiling. “Thanks. Not sure if my digestive system could handle barbeque milk this late at night.”

Maybe twenty minutes later, after I’d eaten my meal with Dan joking with me the entire time, I brushed my teeth, then got back in bed between him and Abbott. “Now I think I’m finally ready to go to sleep. But how about the two of you?”

I’d learned that most Darkness Coven vampires only slept a half-hour or an hour a night. The Saints needed even less sleep than that, most of them only requiring twenty minutes or so. I’d often found it unnerving for some reason, always surprised to hear Clark getting up and out of bed again after just a brief rest, usually just as soon as I was beginning to fall asleep myself.

Dan smiled at me, his perfect white teeth glinting in the soft lamplight. “I can’t speak for Abbott, but I know I myself will be staying up just to watch you sleep. You see, extreme creepiness is a vampire specialty.”

I laughed for what felt like the hundredth time that evening, and maybe it was. Whether he was a possible killer or not, I couldn’t seem to stop around Dan. Bringing extreme mirth out of me seemed to be his real specialty.

Once I’d managed to rein in my giggles, I smiled at him. “No. Sorry, but I’m afraid you
won’t
be staying up just to watch me sleep. In all seriousness, there’s no way I can stand for that. You see, that
is
extremely creepy. So, why don’t you and Abbott get your half-hour of shut-eye, or however long of a length of time you need, and then the two of you can exit my bed and just leave me alone to sleep longer. Okay?”

Tracing the side of my face with a finger, Dan smiled. “How about this. How about Abbott and I sleep next to you for the next little while, then when we wake up, we meet with our council members like we planned, but then in the morning, we rejoin you for a little more dozing before we head out on patrol. Because after a long night of debating and discussing things with the council, something tells me I’m going to want to see your beautiful face again before heading back out. So, how does that sound? A brief sleep beside you, an exit overnight, and then a hello in the morning.”

“Sounds good. I’d add one more thing to that, though.”

“And what’s that?”

“A promise from you and Abbott that neither of you will stare at me while I sleep.”

Dan chuckled, flicking off the lamp on the nightstand beside him. “There. Now it’s pitch-dark in here. Now neither of us
can
stare at you.”

I snorted. “Right, maybe if the two of you were normal men. But I happen to know that vampires have sharper sight than regular humans, and this allows you to see at least the outlines of things even in pitch-darkness.”

Dan scoffed. “A complete lie. Who told you that?”

“Maria did.”I didn't mention that I knew it from dating a member of The Saints in the past. They, too, had special “night vision.” It didn’t allow them to see perfectly in the dark, by any means, but definitely with more clarity than an average human.

Dan scoffed again. “Well, maybe there’s some truth to what Maria said. But I’ll tell you what. I’m closing my eyes right now, and I promise not to watch you while you sleep. Not longer than a minute, anyway. How’s that?”

I sighed. “Fine. Just because I think you’re going to do it anyway.”

Dan pulled me into his arms and spoke in a low voice near my ear. “Smart girl. Goodnight and sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, Dan.”

Amazed that a possible killer had once again gotten me to engage in convivial banter with him, and amazed that I actually liked it despite what Abbott had told me, I closed my eyes. It was only after several seconds that I realized that I hadn’t said goodnight to Abbott himself. I thought about turning toward him and saying it, at least glancing over my shoulder, but it somehow seemed a little after the fact, and besides, a very light stroking on the back of my head told me that he understood. I knew the stroking hand was his, because both of Dan’s were on my back. With my eyes still closed, and without changing my position in Dan’s arms, I slowly reached my right hand back behind me hips, hoping that it would connect with Abbott’s free hand, and it did. Clasping his fingers, I caressed the side of his hand with my pinkie while he continued stroking my hair. And soon, I fell fast asleep, sandwiched between the man who’d professed he’d fallen in love with me, and a man that would supposedly kill me without a second thought.

I awoke sometime shortly before dawn, alone. An inch-wide crack in the curtains revealed the sky just beginning to turn from a pale gray to a gray-lavender with the faintest hint of peach.

I got up, used the restroom, and brushed my teeth, intending to get up for the day, but once out of the bathroom, the sight of my bed called to me more than any thought of breakfast. I got back in, covering up with a thick, cream-colored blanket that did a wonderful job of keeping pre-dawn chill at bay. It was now early December, and mornings were growing colder. Not that my apartment wasn’t climate-controlled to about seventy degrees at all times, but nonetheless, I’d been seeming to feel winter’s frosty bite more and more.

Probably not even a minute after getting back in bed, I was dozing again, having some vague dream about Abbott, Dan, and me. But the dream was so vague I couldn’t really even tell what it was about. I could just almost
feel
both of them near. And then soon, I felt them touching me, or at least one of them. A strong hand was caressing my thighs as I remained on my back, sleeping but aware at the same time. Though not quite
so
aware that I was a hundred percent sure if I
was
really dreaming. But at the same time, my eyelids were so heavy that opening them seemed like an impossible task.

Moments after the strong hand began caressing my thighs, it was joined by another hand. Then, I felt two hands slide beneath my silky camisole to cup my breasts. Now I was sure I wasn’t dreaming. What was happening felt too good, too real, to ever be any kind of a dream.

A soft whimper escaped my mouth, and my voice came out in a whisper.

“Don’t stop. Please.”

Immediately, I heard Dan’s voice near my ear, low and husky. “We won’t. But keep your eyes closed.”

“Okay.”

I really had no desire to open them. The experience of being touched while not having any sight of who was even touching me and where was unexpectedly exciting, to the point that I could already feel myself becoming slick. At that moment, I didn’t care what had been said to me the night before and by whom. I barely even remembered what it had been.

Soon, after the blanket had been slowly pulled off me, I again heard Dan’s voice near my ear.

“We thought we heard you up and around, and we had the idea to give you a new kind of sensual experience... one that you’re only going to be able to feel, and not see. You also won’t be able to use your hands during this new sensual experience, because they’ll be tied to the bedposts with silk scarves. Sightless and powerless, you’ll then be all ours, to tease, and pleasure, and maybe even torture a little in whatever way we see fit. Does this sound like something you want?”

Stifling a gasp as one of the four hands on my body gently squeezed one of my nipples, I nodded. “Yes. Yes, I want that.”

With a current of something electric racing through it, my whole body seemed to be saying that’s what I wanted.

Again, Dan spoke near my ear. “Good. Now just keep your eyes shut until we’re finished with the scarves. And don’t worry... one of us will be keeping you fully occupied while the other of us does the tying. You just relax and enjoy.”

Not a moment after he’d finished speaking, I felt one of the hands on my thighs move up a little higher, just high enough to caress my feminine mound through my sheer, lacy underwear. I sighed, hardly even noticing that something silky had been draped across my eyes. Then, while the silky fabric was tied behind my head, the hand slid down the front of my underwear and began toying with my slick lips, making me moan, arching my back.

“Yes. Touch me there. But even... even a little more toward the center.”

I didn’t even know who I was directing my command to. All I knew was that “more toward the center,” there was a certain spot of my anatomy that was now aching and throbbing with need, begging to be touched. I felt warm breath near my ear, and then heard Dan’s voice again, barely loud enough to even be considered a whisper.

“Not... quite... yet.”

I whimpered, partially out of frustration but partially out of pleasure, because whoever was stroking my slick lips was still doing so.

The next thing I knew, I felt the heavy blanket being pulled back, and myself being pulled
up
, to sit. My arms were lifted and my camisole pulled off before I was lowered back down to the bed. Then, to my increasing excitement, I felt my underwear being pulled down and off even as another set of hands began fastening my wrists to the bedposts with the same feather-light, silky fabric that was covering my eyes.

Dan spoke near my ear again, in a voice that made me think he was wearing at least the hint of a grin. “And now your new sensual experience really begins.”

CHAPTER NINE

Naked, sightless, and bound to the bedposts by my wrists, I struggled against my restraints, but even though the fabric they were made from was nearly weightless, they held fast. “If one of you doesn’t touch me again right this second, I’ll kill you both.”

After the last time Dan had spoken near my ear, I’d felt all hands withdraw from my body, maddeningly. And now, they’d remained gone for at least three seconds, plenty long enough to frustrate me into making my threat. Obviously, Dan and Abbott had decided to start the “torture” part of my “new sensual experience.” But, in response to my threat, instead of touching me again, the only thing I felt was Dan’s warm breath as he chuckled quietly near my ear and then spoke just as quietly.

“How, exactly, would a mere human woman kill two vampires?”

I supposed she couldn’t and wouldn’t, since she didn’t have her witch powers back yet. Though I certainly wasn’t about to say this. I may have been involved in what was currently happening to the point that I barely remembered what Abbott had told me the night before, barely remembered my own name even, but a tiny little part of me was working hard to remind myself that Dan was supposedly dangerous somehow and could and would kill me if I revealed the truth about who I was.

So, I decided to simply play off my threat like a joke. “How, exactly, would a ‘mere human woman’ kill two vampires? Well, just keep your hands off me for another few seconds, Dan, and you’ll find out. I think I’ll start first by tying the two of
you
up. Then, we’ll move on to a few dropkicks to each of your midsections. I don’t think either of you realize just how powerful a ‘mere human woman’ can be when she’s incredibly frustrated.”

Daniel chuckled. “Well, now I’m really frightened. Maybe we should move on before we frustrate you any further.”

“Maybe we should. And you can start by moving one of your hands where it was before, if that was you.”

“Oh, you mean when I had my hand right here?”

I suddenly felt long, strong fingers brushing across my slick lips, and I sighed, arching my back. “Yes. Right there. But... like I said before... maybe a little more toward the center. I have a certain spot that’s getting a little desperate for some direct attention.”

Dan, who I sensed was on his side beside me, chuckled again and moved his fingers a little higher up, almost to my lower stomach. “Oh, you mean right here?”

“Don’t be clueless.”

He glided his fingers over to the side of my hip and began slowly stroking my bare skin. “My mistake. But now I think I’ve found that certain spot of yours.”

Gritting my teeth, I just remained silent for a long moment. “You know... I do find you funny sometimes, but right now, I’m finding you the least funny person of all... oh!”

Someone had suddenly found my “spot,” and not only that, but they’d also simultaneously slid what felt like two fingers inside of me. If I’d had to guess, I would have guessed that a thumb was on my throbbing spot, and this thumb was connected to the same hand that the fingers were. I just didn’t know whose hand it was. But within a second or two, after my gasp had turned into a moan of pleasure, I became reasonably sure who was touching me when I heard Abbott’s voice near my ear.

“Is
that
the right spot?”

He began slowly pulling his fingers out of me and then sliding them back in again, each time bumping my most sensitive spot with his thumb, and I responded with a series of moans, grinding my head back into the pillows.

“That’s perfect. Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t, and soon he added an additional little twist on the move he was doing. Seeming to curl his fingers, he began tickling some spot inside of me each time he pulled his fingers out, and
tickling
was the only way I could think of to describe it. The sensation was new to me, because the spot being tickled was a spot I’d never even known I had. I guessed it was what I’d heard called the G-spot, though I’d certainly never had it touched before. I definitely would have remembered the experience, because the sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Intensely pleasurable, though not in the exact same way as having my other spot stroked, it was a sensation that rendered me speechless, only able to communicate in gasps and sighs.

When I soon felt a warm mouth on one of my nipples, a warm mouth that I was pretty sure was Dan’s, my gasps and sighs became cries of increasing pleasure. If things went on how they were, I knew I was going to tumble over the brink within a minute. But, as I usually did, I wanted to do that while feeling something other than fingers inside of me. I wanted to feel either Abbott or Dan thrusting into my depths while the other pleasured me in some other way. When I spoke, though, my request wasn’t quite as articulate.

“Please... one of you. I need one of you inside of me. And the other of you... please just... please do something else to me.”

I suddenly couldn’t speak anymore, because a warm, firm, hungry mouth was on mine, kissing me with such intensity that I saw stars on the inside of my silky blindfold. By scent, I could tell that the man kissing me was Abbott, though the fact that he was kissing me didn’t seem to impair the coordination of what he was doing with his fingers in the least. He continued on with his stroking and tickling, further increasing my desperate need.

Beside me, I could feel Dan moving around on the bed, but moving around to do what, I had no clue. By the feel of the mattress dipping in one particular spot, it almost felt like he was getting up on his knees. Right up near my face. I had an idea of what he was going to do, or was at least hoping to do, and to my surprise, my astonishment actually, I realized that I badly wanted him to.
Needed
him to. It was astonishing to me just because I’d never really enjoyed this particular activity with Clark before. And, in fact, I’d always made excuses to avoid it. But then again, I’d never been as aroused with Clark as I was currently with Abbott and Dan. Not even remotely.

Abbott soon broke our kiss, removed his fingers from me, and began repositioning himself on the bed how Dan had done. But instead of moving up near my face, he was between my legs, gently spreading them even further with a low growl. Wanting to grab his hips and pull him toward me, I instinctively went to move my hands, but of course, I found that I couldn’t. My silky restraints were still holding. I was so desperate to be filled by this point, though, that I felt like I could shred the restraints with just a few good tugs, so I tried.

“Just let me grab on to you, Abbott. I can’t wait any longer.”

Not only did my tugs not shred the restraints, I actually only seemed to tighten them somehow. But it didn’t even matter. I didn’t need my hands to grab Abbott’s hips to try to pull him toward me in an attempt to hasten him entering me. No sooner than I’d said I couldn’t wait any longer, I felt him slide his long, thick pole into me, which he did with a long, low groan from someplace so deep in his chest that I felt the vibrations from it beneath me on the bed.

I groaned myself, the sound tapering off into a whimper of gratitude at my desperation finally being met. “Yes. Yes, Abbot.”

Feeling to me as if he were on his knees, he began thrusting into my slickness, grunting, with his hands on my bent legs. At about the same time, I felt something warm slowly brush against my mouth, and I could tell that this something warm was
not
another mouth. This something that I’d felt had had a little too much heft to it, a little too much somehow-buoyant-yet-considerable weight. I’d been able to feel this during just the brief couple of moments that this something had come into contact with my mouth, or maybe I’d even more simply sensed it. At any rate, I knew exactly what this something was, and I wanted it, but I knew that maybe the owner of this something was waiting for some sign from me before brushing his hefty, weighty something over my mouth again.

So, still on my back, with my breasts slowly bouncing from Abbott’s deep, powerful thrusts, I turned my face in the direction of where I sensed Dan was positioned on his knees. “I want to taste you, Dan. I want to feel you in my mouth.”

A low growl was his immediate response, and then I felt him shifting his position slightly, movement that was accompanied by some near-inaudible noise against the headboard, maybe him bracing his hands against it. The moment I felt his warm heft against my mouth again, I flicked out my tongue and gave it a few licks, prompting a string of half-groaned, half-spoken, almost unintelligible curse words from Dan. This was all the encouragement I needed to wrap my mouth around his rock-hard girth, moaning while I did so, because the act had seemed to suddenly intensify the pleasure I was feeling at Abbott’s deep thrusts. Or maybe my pleasure had intensified because he had suddenly increased the pace of his thrusts; I wasn’t even sure. All I knew was that with one large, beyond-stiffened shaft very slowly sliding along my tongue, and one sliding in and out of my slick depths below, I was experiencing erotic pleasure like I’d never dreamed was possible before.

The fact that I was still restrained, essentially powerless, only added to this extreme pleasure, as did the fact that I couldn’t even see because of the dark, silky blindfold still covering my eyes. This temporary blindness seemed like it had intensified all my other senses, from my hearing, to my touch, my taste, and my sense of smell. And it was that last sense that seemed to be the most intensified. With him so close to me, kneeling by my side and kind of leaning over my face with his hands on the headboard from what I could sense, Dan’s scent wafted into my nostrils the strongest I’d ever smelled it before. It probably helped that he was perspiring a bit, which I just sensed that he was, based on the fact that his scent held the faint tang of salt. But what it smelled like most was woodsy, mossy, earth, like Abbott’s scent; but despite this top-note similarity, Dan’s scent was markedly different on the whole. Beneath the woods and earth, citrus-y sweetness was prominent, and beneath that, there was a subtle hint of something spicy that made me think of cinnamon.

Taken in parts, specifically the last two, Dan’s scent might have struck me as almost vaguely feminine. But with all parts together, blended with a faint muskiness that seemed to be emanating primarily from the part of his body gliding across my tongue, his scent was one hundred percent male. It was something even beyond that, though I wasn’t even sure what. Hyper-male. Maybe my perception of his masculinity was getting a sizable bump from the fact that his thick, granite-hard manhood was currently in my mouth.

With slow thrusts that were decisive without being at all rough, he pleasured himself, grunting, while bringing me pleasure at the same time. Somewhere a bit further down on the bed, Abbott continued on with the faster pace of his thrusts, clutching my bent legs to his hardened chest now. And in the end, that was what sent me over the edge. Just me picturing how he looked doing what he was doing to me, and then picturing the whole erotic scene with the three of us together. It also crossed my mind that Abbott had full view of the very intimate act Dan and I were engaged in, and he could see and hear how much I was enjoying it. It also crossed my mind that Dan could see how deeply and rapidly Abbott was sliding his thick shaft in and out of my slickness, and he could also see me eagerly lift my hips a degree or two each and every time Abbott drove his considerable length into me.

I announced my climax with a cry so loud that it startled even me. Suddenly, probably not wanting my ecstasy to lead to an accidental bite of his masculine member, Dan wasn’t inside of my mouth anymore. Abbott, however, was thrusting into me the deepest he had yet, bringing me a new wave of mind-bending bliss with each powerful stroke. Thrashing against my restraints, I cried out several more times, my cries eventually becoming simply the word
yes
, yelled at practically the top of my lungs. By my third or fourth
yes
, Abbott was spilling his masculine essence inside of me with a growl, and my face had gone tingly like it had when I’d hyperventilated at a rock concert once during my teen years. This time, though, I barely even noticed my tingly face. And by the time Abbott rolled off of me and Dan rolled on, hiking my legs up on his shoulders, my facial tingles had turned into an intense-though-not-at-all-unpleasant rush of warmth that seemed to flow from my cheeks down to the rest of my body. It was the kind of warmth that made me think a round-two climax was in store for me, and I wasn’t wrong. With Abbott’s hands kneading and stroking my breasts, and Dan thrusting into me with loud growls and groans, it wasn’t long before I reached a blissful peak once more. Little did I know that all this morning satisfaction was going to have to last me for a long, long while.

*

Dan, Abbott, and I had only been resting in my bed for all of a minute when both of their phones began going off at once. Abbott had taken my blindfold off, and in the pale early morning sunshine streaming through the crack in the curtains, I saw him grimace.

Dan, however, who was on his side, toying with a lock of my hair, just gave his eyes a slight roll. “Probably The Saints. Probably more of their spies getting caught. They seem to be awfully bold for some reason lately. Cocky, even. Like they think they’re about to own this city or something, and they’re just getting impatient to move right on in. But... what are you gonna do? Just gotta fight ‘em. That’s all we
can
do. Just fight ‘em. Right, Abb?”