Between the Marshal & the Vampire(27)

As she joked and exchanged casual and not-so-casual touches with Clay, she kept half an eye on Vellum to see how he handled her and Clay's developing relationship. She was only mildly surprised by what she learned.

"When you feed today," she said after cleaning herself up and discarding the remains of her meal, "I'd like it to be from me."

Vellum stood at the edge of the firelight, his duster pulled around him as though he enjoyed being all but invisible. Nonetheless, Mariel could make out his height and his size and they made her feel small and vulnerable. He could tear her apart with his superior strength, or simply drain her dry. She had to admit the excitement of tempting death increased his appeal for her. He was a dangerous yet seductive animal.

"Mariel, are you sure?" Clay asked from beside her. He had his boots aimed at the fire, his long legs crossed. The fire turned his hair gold and made his eyes shimmer. "I can handle it again."

"I'm sure you could, but I'm offering." She dared Vellum to refute her, hoping he read the challenge she was presenting to him. A smirk on his sensual lips said he did, and suddenly she was nervous.

"And I'm accepting, Mariel." Vellum bowed slightly. "It will be my pleasure."

And mine.

He approached the fire and when he was by her side he stood looking down at her. The feeling of vulnerability increased, but it was a pleasant sort. An arousing sort. Without him even touching her, Mariel's heart began to pound and her nipples grew erect.

"On your hands and knees, please." Vellum's face, completely shadowed, revealed nothing. "Over the Marshal."

A quick glance at Clay showed he was as surprised as she, but not likely to argue. Wetting her lips in anticipation, Mariel carefully crawled into position over Clay. To straddle him she had to hike up her skirts, revealing her bare calves and her knickers. The position felt wanton and she felt her cheeks heating up, but Clay reached up and rested his hands on her hips, gently squeezing as if to infuse her with courage.

She tossed her hair over one shoulder and looked back at Vellum. "Now what?"

"Now we get what we need," he purred and swooped in like a hawk diving for a rabbit.

She had no time to tense up or question how this would work. Vellum was just suddenly there, wrapped around her back and shoulders, lips searing the side of her throat. Her entire body rocked with a shiver while beneath her, Clay's whiskey-colored eyes darkened to a coffee hue.

"Going to feel so good in a moment, beautiful lady," Clay whispered huskily.

The sex in his voice was her undoing. She dropped her head and caught his mouth with his. At the same moment, Vellum sank his fangs into her.

It was a perfect storm of desire and hunger. Mariel moaned into Clay's mouth as Vellum sucked rhythmically on her throat. The familiar, welcome lust invaded her veins like an army. She rolled her hips against the large bulge in Clay's trousers, pressing her throbbing core to it in entreaty. Clay was quick to toss her skirts up and out of the way and tug her knickers down so he could run his large, hot hands up the insides of her thighs. He slid one long finger up between her legs and lightly grazed her nether lips, causing her entire body to twist in reaction. Grinning, he slowly eased two fingers between her lips and caressed her sleek flesh. The touch made her shiver and whine in her throat. She ground down against his fingers as he teasingly stroked up and down her flesh, spreading her wetness, before sensually circling her swollen clit.

Shudders rolled through her. The need to be filled was an ache in her body. In her soul.

Behind her, Vellum moved so he straddled them both, his own cock riding the swell of Mariel's buttocks. Having his maleness against her with Clay beneath her was maddening. She could have them both. She wanted them both. Would they be willing to share her?

Taking a chance, she fumbled blindly for one of Vellum's cool hands. When she had it she pulled it around her and pushed it beneath her blouse. His fingers immediately curved around her breast. She shuddered when his fingers found her nipple and pinched it.

"V-Vellum," she gasped.

Beneath her, Clay shivered violently.

Taking that as a positive sign, she yanked open Clay's trousers and freed his cock. He growled in response and thrust his hips up, driving himself up the inside of her thigh where the tip of him slid through her wet folds.

"Take me, Clay," she pleaded. "Please."

"I love to hear you beg," he growled back. Holding himself by the base, he aimed for her core and drove himself inside her.

She cried out and sank fully down on him, legs spreading on the ground so she could swallow every stone hard inch of him. He was big, nearly too big, and the sensation of being completely possessed by him was dizzying. When Vellum's other hand come around to fondle her neglected breast, Mariel cried out again and began to rock on the cock that impaled her.

Vellum's lips continued to suck at her throat as he drank from her in long, sensuous gulps. Mariel rolled her head to the side, giving him more room to do as he liked. Evidently the alpha in Vellum loved that, for he snarled against her throat and yanked her back against his chest with the grip he had on her breasts. He thrust against her tailbone, letting her feel a cock that was every bit as rigid as the one piercing her core.

Clay's hands on her hips began to slide up. Mariel opened eyes she hadn't realized had fallen closed and watched him, wondering what he would do when he encountered Vellum's hands in the way. The solution made her moan: Clay covered the vampire's hands with his own and squeezed so that both males fondled her breasts at the same time.