Between the Marshal & the Vampire(33)

He wants this, Mariel thought. He wants me. Us.

With a cry that Vellum instantly swallowed, she shattered. She felt the rush of her juices and Clay's tongue lapping it up. Her breaths gusted into Vellum's mouth, who murmured approvingly, soothingly. His fingers drew tender circles against her nape. It was the touch of a lover, not a hunter. Not a predator of the night.

She slumped against him with a breathless laugh.

"Well, good evening," she said to him. "Would you care to join us?"

"Sounds like a wonderful idea," he murmured with a faint smile. His lips coasted over her chin, her jawline. He reminded her of a nuzzling tabby. How was this the same intimidating vampire she knew?

Eventually, Vellum glanced down at Clay, who remained kneeling between them, his forehead resting against Mariel's hip, hot breath puffing along her thigh. She squeezed his shoulder and watched as Vellum drew a finger through Clay's hair and down the back of his neck. Clay shivered and ducked away from the touch.

Vellum chuckled at the expected reaction.

The relationship between the two men was still relatively tentative, though it seemed that as each day passed without violence they grew more at ease with the situation. Mariel caught a glimpse of Clay's groin and the unrelieved tension there. She glanced up at Vellum, and saw the same tension in his smooth, aristocratic features.

"Comfortable down there, Marshal?" Vellum taunted.

Even though she'd just found release, Mariel couldn't help feeling a zing of lust at the dark hunger in Vellum's question.

"Let me take care of you," she offered before Clay could say something that would ruin this fragile connection between them. "Both of you."

Below, Clay went still. "Mariel, you don't have to."

"I don't. But I want to." She held Vellum's gaze. "I want to very badly. I want to see you flood my hands. Both of you."

Hot breath gusted against her skin again. "Oh, Mariel…"

"Stand up," she ordered, though she thought it was laughable the idea that she held any control over these powerful men.

Nonetheless, Clay did as told, shifting slightly away from Vellum, so that he and the vampire stood with her as the corner of a pyramid. She'd allow the distance, because she was far too interested in the bulges she could see in both male's trousers.

"Take yourselves out for me," she said softly, figuring she'd ride this for as long as they let her.

Clay gave Vellum a wary look, but dutifully opened his trousers, allowing his erection to emerge into the night. Mariel caught Vellum staring at it—long enough that Clay began to frown—before the pale man smoothly and quickly opened his own trousers. The long, marble-like stalk of his cock caught the moonlight and Mariel's eye. Clay's, too, though he quickly went back to staring at Mariel.

She reached out and took them each in a hand. "You're like silk," she breathed as she fondled them. "I don't think I'll ever not be amazed by that."

Clay groaned softly as she began to stroke them both. Vellum was silent, but his regard was as fierce and intent as the sun's rays on her face. She thought, perhaps, he didn't believe she'd go through with it.

The positioning she needed to take with her arms was slightly awkward, and she worried she wasn't fully satisfying them with her touch. But that concern soon waned and disappeared. Clay vibrated like a struck lightning rod and even Vellum seemed unusually tense. She tightened her grip on each of them and was rewarded with a hiss. Feminine power filled her, turning up the corners of her lips and making her lower body tingle. She stroked faster, firming her grip, her confidence growing as Clay and Vellum showed increasing signs of agitation. It was more evident in the Marshal, but the vampire wasn't immune to her touch. His signals were more subtle. Mariel was swiftly learning them, though.

She tried a twist of her wrists. She spread her fingers, rubbing them over the shiny tips of them. Clay gasped first. He reached for her shoulder but only held her, clearly needing some kind of contact with her, which she found both sweet and deliciously sexy.

"Next time," she said, feeling bold, "I'll take you between my lips. Both at the same time."

Clay groaned and at once his heat poured over her fingers. Vellum must have been trying to outlast the Marshal, for once Clay gave way Vellum immediately released a groan of his own. In seconds his release bubbled up between her fingers, slicking them.

"You both are so beautiful," she sighed as she gentled her touch, spreading the slippery fluid along their lengths.

"I think you've been too long without a mirror," Clay murmured. He leaned down and swiped his tongue across her lips. "You're the only one who's beautiful around here."

He caught her hand, the same one she'd used on him, and brought it to his lips, though he took care to kiss only her dry skin, which she found a touch amusing.

"Seems we're all messier than when we started," he remarked with a wry smile. "We're not very good at washing up."

Vellum smirked as he looked them both over. "Is that what you two were doing? I misunderstood."

"Let's try this again," Mariel said. "Cleaning that is." She glanced at the sky. "We've probably got three hours before sunrise."

"You think that's enough time?" Clay scoffed. He leaned into her and murmured into her ear. "For cleaning, that is."