Vampire's Companion (12 page)

He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck Israel. He wanted to sink his fangs into each of them.

The hunger for both burned in his veins, driving him into a frenzied pistoning of hips and slamming him into ecstasy with the arch of his back and a scorching rush of semen.

He pulled from Israel’s mouth, Cia’s soft whimper of need reaching him. Her desire stretched across the distance between them. Her will.

She wanted to be overwhelmed,
taken
, her caution and reason obliterated by passion.

For a shimmering instant his need for the same nearly overwhelmed him. But he didn’t yield to his companion.

He didn’t want a repeat of having passionate lover become cool, controlled cop. He didn’t want the accusation that he’d hypnotized her to leave her lips again.

He tugged Israel upward. Grasped a nipple bar so Israel’s head went back on a moan.

A twist, a second moan and he slid his hand over Israel’s taut abdomen to settle on cloth-covered cock. His smile was tease and challenge as he turned her words back on her, “You didn’t go all the way with him, but I intend to. Join us, Cia?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer, but turned away, guiding Israel toward an open doorway, and the bed visible through it.

Cia stood frozen in place. Nothing short of a gunshot could have made her look away.

They stripped out of their clothing, beautifully masculine men who could have stepped off the cover of a romance book with their sculpted features and bodies unmarred by tan lines. They were perfection—and together, mesmerizing in their eroticism.

A step made by either one and their cocks would touch and rub like sensuous, dueling swords. Terach was hard again.

It should be physically impossible. She had enough experience with lovers to know that, but he’d been the same way that night at Fangs, taking her repeatedly.

She remembered the feel of him on her, in her. Just as she could easily remember the imprint of Israel’s body, the weight of it pressing her into the sand.

Terach’s hand captured Israel’s cock, thumb rubbing over the tip.

Her channel clenched. She pressed her legs together but that only made her more aware of the burn between them, the empty ache and panties so wet that arousal now coated her inner thighs.

Terach drew Israel forward. A moan escaped when they kissed. Hers, theirs, she could no longer distinguish.

She caught herself rubbing her nipples. Felt the hard press of her clit against her panties.

Her womb fluttered. The need to push her hand beneath the waistband of her panties and capture her clit was overwhelming.

Join them.

Instead she wrenched herself away from the sight and fled to the kitchen, stopping in front of the sink to stare blindly out the window.

Husky, masculine sounds of pleasure followed her into the room. She shook with the effort of denying herself.

Accept this and she’d end up accepting the rest of it. She’d one day view the scene at Fangs as normal.

Rico did.

Does.

A twinge went through her chest. There was no mistaking the happiness he’d found by allowing himself to love Skye and accept Gian, to risk it all, including his career, by following his heart.

I could have the same.

Romantic suspense wasn’t the only thing she read. She longed to be the same kind of woman as those between the covers of her favorite erotic stories, women who owned their sexuality, who weren’t ashamed or embarrassed by it.

Her mother had countered the occult years of her own childhood with religious devotion—the byproduct of which was an inhibition Cia found hard to
consciously
shake.

Here’s my chance to.
She trembled, the rhythmic compress and release of the mattress filling her mind with the imagined flex and clench of masculine buttocks.

She clung to the sink. In the bedroom movement quickened, then quickened again, ending with Israel’s shouted release.

Coward.

The epitaph lingered until the shower went on, then off.

She turned from the empty scene framed by the window.

No. Not a coward tonight.

Israel had thought Terach’s arrival was a good enough way to end the day, until Cia walked into the bedroom. He hid his smile at seeing the slightest tilt upward of her chin, as if she were going into battle.

Well, maybe she was, but it would be one waged by sensual caresses, by the thrust of cocks.

He went to her, half afraid she’d change her mind and flee. Trapping her back to his chest, he said, “All day long you’ve had too many clothes on.”

His lips traveled the length of her neck and zeroed in on her ear.

A flick of his tongue and she shivered. The capture of her lobe and she moaned. Then moaned again and that sound was swallowed by Terach.

Israel ground his cock into Cia’s cloth-covered ass. Would she let them take her there?

Need roared through him at imagining the tight clasp, the feel of Terach’s cock along his, separated by only a thin barrier, both of them inside her at the same time.

He opened her shirt, making bare skin accessible. She burned against his hand, tiny tremors telling him she wanted this as desperately as they did. He’d touched her intimately at the beach, would gladly have thrust inside her then, but Terach’s presence heightened the pleasure of this surrender.

Tugging at the loosened fabric of her shirt, he pulled it downward, forcing her arms behind her.

Her fingers brushed his cock. It spasmed and he was the one to moan.

He freed her of the shirt. Captured her hand and wrapped it around his shaft, holding it there and pumping through feminine fingers.

“Oh yeah,” he said, ecstasy racing up his spine.

Her hand tightened in reaction, sending another pulse of pleasure through his dick so precum leaked from the tip and wet her fingers.

He exhaled on a pant. “If you’d done this at the beach I’d have been a goner.”

“I would have arrested you as a perv.”

He nipped her earlobe, let her hand go in favor of unclasping her bra. He rubbed his palms against turgid nipples then captured them. Pressed his lips to her neck, eyes closing with the pleasure of fucking through her fist, the need for release building until he was the one to stop the torment rather than coat her back with semen.

He stepped away but distance didn’t cool his skin or his desire. He removed her bra, pressed his chest to her back and challenged his control by opening the front of her pants, by sliding his hand beneath the waistband of her panties.

Wet. She was so wet.

A tug downward on clothing and nothing separated her ass from his cock.

Molten fire swelled his balls and surged up his dick. He ground himself against satiny buttocks, his fingers grasping her engorged clit, pumping it, rubbing his fingers over the smooth head.

She cried out, bucked, drenched his hand with arousal.

Finish it!
Terach commanded, and he was only too happy to obey.

He fucked his fingers into her the way he’d wanted to do for hours, pressed and rubbed his palm to her clit.

His mouth sought her ear, tongue mimicking his fingers with thrusts and licks and the suck of her lobe.

She came, body going rigid. Heat flashing where she was plastered to him, her cunt clenching and unclenching on his fingers, her clit pulsing against his palm.

Now the rest of it.

Impatient. Growled. And he was in full agreement. He probably deserved a medal for the patience he’d demonstrated during the day.

He knelt behind her. She’d removed her shoes and socks. He pulled khakis and panties to her ankles then off, like a good slave preparing a mistress for his master’s bed.

He bit her ass, proof against those words.

He rose and put his arms around her, hands covering breasts that were the perfect size.

Her nipples stabbed his palms. He took them between his fingers, tugged and twisted and pulled, his own nipples aching, throbbing where they were pressed to her back.

He wanted her mouth on them, her hands.

Terach’s lips brushed against his fingers. His tongue licked over them but didn’t linger to claim a nipple on his way to her pussy.

The lassitude of orgasm left Cia. Her shiver became Israel’s, her need his. He knew the ecstasy of having Terach’s mouth on his genitals.

She jerked with first contact. Writhed against him and he could too easily imagine Terach’s tongue thrusting, his lips capturing her clit and sucking.

He had to release a nipple in order to grasp his cock to prevent himself from coming.

Hurry! Hurry!

He wanted a taste of her pussy. He craved it the same way he did Terach’s cock and blood.

She came. And Terach rose, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to the bed.

Cia felt boneless, her mind spinning away then coming back. She could be good with just those two orgasms.

Or so she thought until Terach settled next to her, his mouth covering hers, tongue sliding against hers. She shivered at tasting herself on him, then shivered again when Israel’s lips captured a nipple, his sucking matching the fierceness of Terach’s kisses.

Heat pulsed downward, plumping her labia and swelling her clit. Her legs rubbed against theirs. Her toes curled and her hips lifted off the mattress.

More. Harder.

She whimpered when masculine hands met on her stomach, stroked downward, cupping, delving, capturing her clit.

Please.

Panted when Terach allowed her breath.

Spoken when he kissed downward.

She shivered in anticipation.

He reached her breast. Teased with lips and tongue and teeth until she gripped his hair, her back arching to drive the nipple deeper into his mouth.

“Yes,” she whispered, and he matched his sucks to Israel’s, their hands between her legs pushing her toward orgasm.

Backing off.

Then pushing her again, only to stop short of release.

She trembled, pleaded.

Israel lifted his head, not surrendering her nipple until distance forced it free of his mouth. A thrill shot through her at seeing the desire in his eyes, the determination to finally have what she’d denied him at the beach.

He moved between her legs, rubbed lips and cheek against the small triangle of hair there. Inhaled deeply. “I could become addicted to the smell of your pussy.”

His tongue stroked through wet, swollen folds and along the underside of her clit. “I think I’m already addicted to the taste.”

He pressed his mouth to her lower lips again, sucked and lapped. Fucked her with his tongue, arms and weight holding her pinned to the mattress as he wrested away control of her voice, her body, until the only option was complete surrender.

Terach returned to her mouth, capturing the sounds she made as she crested for Israel. Then capturing those he was responsible for when his cock replaced Israel’s tongue.

He filled her with a single thrust of thick, pulsing steel.

Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her nails scoured his back, digging in, demanding he go even deeper.

She’d missed this. Needed it.

He pistoned, slow strokes moving into quicker ones. Harder ones when her tongue stroked his canine teeth.

A shudder went through her. Her channel clamped tight on his cock as her mind locked down, refusing to allow dream into this reality. She ripped her lips from his, turned her head to find Israel watching them, hand on his cock.

Heat suffused her. Terach’s mouth pressed to her ear, his breath and tongue, coupled with the slam of his pelvis against her clit, became the sensual input that put her over.

Terach followed Cia in orgasm, pleasure blasting through him beyond just the physical release. He lay more heavily on her, a possessive instinct he saw no reason to resist.

Her channel clutched on his cock as if to revive it. He laughed silently. That would happen momentarily.

Breathing that should have slowed remained fast. Hers. His. The two of them watching Israel masturbate, wanting him.

Who are you trying to entice?
he asked.

Israel’s smile was wicked sensuality.
Does it matter?

A soft laugh escaped.
Only if the choice is no one in this bed.

That’s not a problem then.

Cia’s hips lifted subtly on each upward stroke of Israel’s hand. Terach tore his gaze from Israel to look down at her. “What do you want?”

Her color heightened. She didn’t meet his gaze, but she didn’t look away from Israel either. “To see you with him.”

The answer was barely more than a whisper.

It was good enough for him.

Loud enough for Israel to move, repositioning himself on hands and knees at the edge of the bed.

Terach left Cia’s body. He was wet enough not to stall the moment with a hurried search for lubricant, and the bond with Israel allowed him to transform pain into pleasure with a mental touch.

He took Israel’s cock in hand, the grip meant to prevent him from orgasming.

Bastard
, Israel said.

You’d prefer to come on yourself instead of in Cia?

A shudder went through Israel. He panted and said, “Do it.”

He moaned when he was breached, rocked backward.

Terach matched that moan, the squeeze of muscles on his cock driving the air from his lungs. His hand tightened on Israel’s hip. He battled to keep nails from elongating into talons. Whether it was because Israel was another man, or didn’t wear the companion medallion, it was a fight not to dominate and mark.

He forged deeper, his lust mingling with Cia’s and Israel’s. Becoming scorching demand when Cia’s hand went to her cunt.

He worked Israel’s cock, his hand moving up and down on it with each thrust, possessiveness building with Israel’s demands to be allowed to come.

They were angel chorus and devil’s bargain filling the room with Israel’s voice, filling his head with them.

He waited until Cia was trembling, on the precipice of an orgasm before he relented, hand stilling on Israel’s cock as he forged his own in and out of Israel’s ass and came, his fangs nearly erupting with the ecstasy of it.