Smoothing her tear away with his thumb, Bas smiled into her, then moved to sit in the waiting chair.
*
Bas sprawled in his chair. The taste and dampness of both Nic’s and Jenna’s kisses tingled on his lips, and he let his leg fall to the side, making more room for his suddenly functional dick.
It had been decades since he’d craved sexual fulfillment. Now, in the space of a few hours, every latent sexual desire he’d ignored for so long flared to swift and painful life.
It was confusing. He’d loved women, and loved them well, but Bas always recognized that his preferences leaned toward men. So the flicker of electricity that jolted him under the eyes of Nic’s pretty little One was both surprising and unwelcome. His Blood Brother could never share her, and Bas would never expect him to.
More confusing was the fact that seeing Nic with Jenna, seeing him through Jenna’s eyes, and reliving their past opened Bas’s eyes for the first time in years to how beautiful the other Vampire was. Nic’s beauty was transcendent, and reached clear to his soul. Bas found himself wondering if the stirrings he felt were for the woman or for Nic. Or for some weird alchemy created by the two of them together.
All he knew for sure right at this moment was that his beautiful friend and his beautiful One were moving to the bed, and suddenly his tight leathers were two sizes too small.
*
Jenna felt Bas’s eyes on them as Nic drew her toward the bed, but then Nic kissed her, and she couldn’t feel anything except him. It was almost embarrassing how easily her body caught fire for him. With the lightest butterfly wing brush of his lips against hers, she was ready to melt into him like an ice-cream cone in the sun.
He was giving her a lot more than a butterfly wing brush right now.
His lips moved over hers like warm velvet, his heat radiating into her body as he crowded her against the high side of the bed. Jenna moaned into his mouth, loving the feeling of being surrounded, overwhelmed by his strength.
He cupped her jaw, the steely strength in his fingers emphasizing how fragile she really was. She loved when he touched her face, loved the way it made her feel, like he was claiming her all over again. Now he used his grip to tilt her face, to urge her lips to part for his tender assault.
His tongue dipped into her mouth, stroking along hers and teasing her into a hot, slick duel. She was breathing him in, and becoming intoxicated with it.
Ever so slowly he eased his hand from her chin to her throat, wrapping his fingers around the slender length like a warm, flexible collar. After a moment he let his hand drift lower, spreading his palm wide over her collar bones, her chest, finally slipping down to cup her breast.
Jenna gasped into his mouth, crying out as his fingers caught at her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress and bra. He drank in her cry and began a rhythmic plucking that drew still more needy sounds from her throat.
Nic’s hands continued their downward slide, gripping her hips firmly and turning her to face the bed. Once he’d guided her hands to the mattress, leaving her bent slightly in front of him, arms straight and braced on the bed, he moved to the zipper on the back of her dress.
He drew it down slowly, pausing to press hot, wet kisses on each inch of skin revealed. By the time the dress was completely undone and falling down her shoulders, every inch of her back had been branded by his scorching lips, as if an electrified wire had been dragged down the line of her spine.
He stood, dragging his tongue in a slow, scalding sweep back up the length of her back. His breath stroked over her, another rush of wet heat. Jenna couldn’t catch her breath; it dragged in with jerky, ragged gasps. Once he’d reached his full height, he drew her into a standing position and turned her to face him.
Those beautiful, elegant hands rose to her shoulders and he eased her dress and the straps of her bra down her arms. She had a moment of déjà vu as the dress caught on her hips, and saw in his eyes when he sensed her second of insecurity.
Giving her wicked smile, Nic tugged the dress and her panties over her hips, dropping to his knees at her feet as her clothing hit the floor
“Lean down,” he commanded, and Jenna immediately obeyed, bracing her arms once again on the mattress.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, gazing up along the line of her soft, pale body. He cast a brief glance in Bas’s direction. “Is she not the most exquisite creature you’ve ever seen?” Bas’s eyes burned a path up her body as he answered, “Oh, yeah. Fucking perfection.”
Jenna thought she should be embarrassed, or at least uncomfortable. Her lover had her draped over the side of the bed like a blanket, and his best friend was touching her every curve and hollow with his eyes. But somehow, she wasn’t the least bit self-conscious. Instead, the heat in their eyes made her hotter.
While she’d been analyzing her reaction to Bas’s obvious appreciation, Nic had been busy stripping off his shirt and then lifting her left leg to hook her heel on the bed frame.
He caught her attention when he pressed against that knee, opening her wide to his glittering gaze.
Nic drew her attention back to Bas, and now she watched him as he watched Nic run his hands up her inner thighs. His face was a mask of arousal, flushed and yearning. She had time to see the flare of heat lightning in his eyes before Nic slid his thumbs along her labia, splitting her open like a ripe, dripping peach.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, and lunged upwards, burying his face in her pussy. His tongue slid out to flicker against the mouth of her sheath. The erratic caress sent little shocks of reaction through her inner muscles.
He took his time, cruising every valley and fold of her pussy, stopping periodically to rim her opening. He teased her with soft little licks and surprising, stinging nips, until her hips were arching wildly, and she could do nothing but beg for fulfillment.
“Not yet, Beloved,” he murmured against her sensitive clit, and his words were another caress.
Her hands fisted on the bed, wadding the slick crimson sheets. “Nico, please,” she groaned, desperate for some sort of relief.
“What do you need, my love? Ask and it’s yours.” He never lifted his mouth from her pussy. At the foot of the bed, Bas leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, watching every move they made.
“I need to come, Nico.” Her universe narrowed to those few things, Nic’s mouth on her flesh, his velvet voice in her ear, Bas’s eyes. Jenna thought if Nic didn’t finish her off soon, she might explode into a million tiny, famished pieces.
“How do you need to come?” Nic asked. “Do you need to come on my mouth?” he laved her clit with a long, sucking lick.
“Yes, God, do that again,” she panted.
“No, wait,” he demurred. “Maybe you need to come on my hand.” Two of those long, strong fingers slid into her grasping sheath. Jenna heard her scream as if from a great distance as Nic scissored his fingers inside her.
“Nic, anything,” she sobbed. “I’ll do anything, just make me come.” Her words trailed off into a long whine as he fluttered his fingers, finding that magic spot just behind her clit that sent fireworks sparking behind her closed eyes.
“Should I?” Nic’s voice was playful as he addressed his friend.
“Oh,” Bas’s voice was smooth as cream when he answered, “she’s been so good for you.”
Jenna dragged her eyes open and fought to focus her eyes on Bas. He’d slid to the edge of his seat, and had tossed his black silk shirt to the floor, baring the ripped expanse of his torso. Each muscle was lovingly delineated, creating a work of masculine art that almost rivaled Nic’s beauty in her eyes. He was clearly enjoying the show, because his cock was like a huge iron bar stretching against the snug leather of his pants.
“Make her come, Nicky,” Bas rasped. “I want to see all that creamy white skin flush with her pleasure.”
As Bas spoke, Nic thrust his fingers higher, harder, and caught her clit lightly between his teeth before sucking hard. The universe exploded an
d the world dropped away.
When her mind started working again, she was lying in the center of the bed. Nic was naked and lying between her legs, shoulders wedged under her thighs, propped on his elbows as he leisurely lapped at her flowing nectar.
In the time it took her to assess the situation, Nic had her flying again.
“Touch yourself,” he said against her weeping pussy. “I want to see you play with your nipples.” When she moved her hands slowly to cup her breasts, then hesitated, he encouraged her. “It’s so fucking pretty when you touch yourself, Beloved. So hot when those slender, delicate fingers pinch your pretty nipples.” Bolder now, she caught her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, gasping as the sensation joined Nic’s renewed licking and sucking, drowning in the sensations until her entire body, every inch of skin, was one giant erogenous zone.
“I can’t take much more, Nicky.” Bas’s voice was closer. Jenna looked up to find him hovering at the foot of the bed. His hands wrapped around the footboard so tightly his knuckles went white, and the heavy wood groaned in his grip.
Nic pulled slowly away from her, and Jenna quickly reached down to tangle a hand in his hair.
“No,” she moaned. God, he was so beautiful with his crystal blue eyes, and her juices gleaming on his face.
“Oh, Beloved, I’m nowhere near done.” He began to crawl up her body, pausing to dip down and rub his face over her belly, smearing her with her own cream. It shouldn’t have been, but somehow the act was wildly sexy.
He kissed her when he reached her mouth, tasting of love and lust and her sex. His face was taut, his eyes blazing. All the while he’d been torturing her, he’d been driving himself to the point of madness as well. Fitting himself between her thighs, he banded one arm under her back and rolled. Jenna blinked, pushing up to find herself astride Nic’s powerful body.
“Take me inside of you.” His words commanded her, but his eyes begged. Jenna shifted awkwardly, finally finding her way to her knees, hovering over Nic’s reaching erection.
“Take me,” he repeated, reaching out to grab her hand and wrap it around the base of his cock. “Guide me into your soul.”
Such beautiful words, such a tempting command, but for the first time Jenna had him in her hands and at her mercy. Instead of guiding him to the mouth of her vagina, she shifted back, sitting on his thighs and wrapping both hands around his satin and iron length.
“You feel so amazing,” she breathed as the satiny skin slid over the iron-hard muscle beneath it.
“Fuck, Jenna,” Nic gasped out, arching uncontrollably into her hands. “Put me inside you.” He reached up and captured her hands in one of his. “I can’t take anymore, Beloved, put me inside you before it’s all over for me.” She loved that panicked, pleasured look on his face. Loved the feeling that for this one second she was his equal, as powerful as he.
His fangs dropped, as he tossed his head back they pressed into his bottom lip. She wanted to suck that lip. She wanted to feel his fangs drag over her lips, over her throat.
With a cry of surrender she steadied his cock, rising to poise herself over it. She meant to drop down on him, to take him in one long slide, but she was too tight, he was too big. Instead she inched down him, taking him in painfully slow increments, feeling him delve into her sheath, stretching and stroking with every breath.
Throwing her head back so her hair swished over her shoulders, Jenna screamed out the ecstasy of feeling her man fill her to overflowing.
*
Nic writhed against the unbearable pleasure. Each thrust in was like delving into a hot, tight fire. With each withdrawal she clenched down on him, trying to drag him back to her plush liquid heat.
He gritted his teeth, clinging grimly to his control. All he wanted was to let go, to pour himself into his woman, his One, and rock them both into oblivion. But they had an agenda.
Bas moved closer, crawling across the bed to kneel on wide-spread legs behind Jenna. He reached out, and Nic could see the slight tremble in his fingers before they skimmed down Jenna’s arms. She jerked at the contact, and Nic surged against her, digging even deeper into her clinging pussy, giving a feral grin as she melted back into arousal.
Bas was right behind her now, knees tucked between Nic’s. He skated his long, slim hands up the length of Jenna’s body, pausing to cup her breasts, tweak her nipples. She arched into his caresses, and Nic groaned at the sight, and at the way her hot, velvet sheath tightened on his cock.
Bas was looking over her shoulder, watching his hands as they kneaded her breasts, devouring the way her nipples scrunched down like little rubies between his fingers. Then he looked up and met Nic’s eyes. For once those dreamy, storm-cloud depths were sharp and clear. Nic could almost smell the ozone of the lightning he saw in his friend’s gaze, and it sizzled down the length of his body to ignite at the spot where Bas’s knee nudged against his balls.
“Fuck,” Nic gasped, digging his hands into Jenna’s soft hips. Jenna rode him relentlessly, eyes closed, clearly lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
“Beloved,” he needed to see those beautiful eyes, needed to connect with her. When her eyes slid open, the simmering passion he glimpsed there was almost his undoing.
Then those long, elegant hands moved again, as Bas stood tall on his knees, pressing full-length against the back of Jenna’s body. Her eyes slid shut again, and she let out a choppy moan as he placed one hand palm down on her abdomen. The hold allowed him to share the rhythm she’d set as she rose and fell on Nic’s cock, and also let him press her back against his own dick. Looking at his friend’s face, Nic could tell that Bas found that soft, cushy ass every bit as alluring as Nic himself did.
As if the sight of that pressing hand weren’t enough, Bas’s other hand coasted up Jenna’s chest, collaring her throat. Jenna let her head fall back onto his shoulder as Bas gathered her silky hair in his fist and smoothed it down over one shoulder.
And, ah, fuck, the long, sweet line of her neck was exposed. Her pulse throbbed visibly under the delicate skin, and Nic had to throttle the urge to rear up and sink his teeth into her, marking her more clearly than ever as his.
Bas was cupping her jaw now, turning her head sharply to the side. His eyes took on an almost metallic, glazed cast as he gazed down at her throat. Nic recognized that look from countless shared hunts and shared lovers.
Bas undulated against her back. She pressed back into the caress, and Nic knew that Bas had shifted his leather-clad dick to ride the crack of her ass. When she clenched down on Nic, Bas hissed right along with him, and Nic knew that she’d squeezed them both with those amazingly strong little muscles.
Eyes glazed and heavy-lidded, mouth flushed and open, Bas leaned over her shoulder and ran his tongue along the line of her throat. Jenna shuddered and raised one arm to reach behind and tangle her fingers in the longer, top layer of Bas’s hair. Nic shuddered, too, as her inner muscles rippled over the length of his shaft like playful little fingers.
Nic knew the moment was coming. Coming soon, because he and Jenna were on the fine line between pleasure and torment. Bas read that knowledge in his eyes, because he hovered over Jenna’s pulse-point and raised a brow at Nic.
“God, yes, do it,” Nic whispered, and Jenna echoed his words, slamming her hips hard against Nic’s pelvis.
Bas leaned in, eyes locked with Nic’s, and whispered against her neck, “Blood of my Blood,” before his fangs sliced through her vulnerable flesh.
Jenna let out a scream that held the entire gamut of emotions from ecstasy to agony, and began to convulse around Nic. Nic arched sharply into her, nearly lifting her off her knees as his orgasm took him, body locked inside Jenna’s warmth, eyes locked inside Bas’s stormy gaze. With each deep draw of Bas’s lips on Jenna’s flesh, she tightened more around Nic’s pounding dick. With each convulsive squeeze, Nic shot more, deeper into his woman’s welcoming body. It was like a never-ending circle of draw and release, a climax that had no ending an
d no beginning.
Nic knew the exact second when their explosions set off Bas’s. The older Vampire’s eyes lost focus, slid closed, and his head rose from Jenna’s throat. Grasping her hips just over Nic’s hands, Bas dragged her tighter to his groin and, head falling back to bare the long alabaster line of his own throat, he gave a guttural growl that stirred things low in Nic’s balls, and sent Jenna into another hard climax.
He had a brief moment to appreciate his friend’s beauty as he arched his upper body away from Jenna, grinding his cock into the crevasse of her ass, before Jenna’s body and Bas’s eyes threw him into a final maelstrom of sensation.
Chapter Nine
Jenna stood surrounded by a cluster of dark angels gathered in the hallway of Aidan’s club. Two days of planning had gone by in a blur. She had drawn maps, given Sebastian as much information on the lower levels of the compound as she could think of, and prayed.
Her father’s home was quite ingenious. From the outside it appeared to be a quiet and peaceful manor, but inside it was a labyrinth of twisting halls and tunnels.
Surrounded by a thick, lush forest on three sides, the front opened to a long winding drive which was gated near the front of the road. Guards patrolled the grounds at random intervals all day and night, but in his arrogance, her father didn’t bother to check up on his men. Over the years they had become lazy.
Jenna knew the flaws of her father’s security as well as she knew the forest around the house. She and her sisters had played in those very woods under the watchful eyes of a security team.
As his daughters grew to women and stopped haunting the woods, security there became sparse. Her father no longer thinned the trees and brush, preferring to let it become overgrown, impassible.
In the year before her escape Jenna had begun wandering the thick forest again, discovering where the natural paths and impasses were. It took her several months, but eventually she’d known the lay of the forest as well as when she’d been a child.