Between the Marshal & the Vampire(40)

"That's it," Vellum purred, his voice muffled. "You take me so well, Marshal. You don't know how long I've wanted to feel you dancing on my fingers like this."

Vellum played with him, tormenting Clay and Mariel both. He knew he did, too, for his gaze slid periodically to Mariel, making sure she remained engaged in the scene. She couldn't have looked away for anything.

Still biting and pumping pheromones into Clay, Vellum slowly withdrew his fingers. He eased the tip of his spit-slick, leaking cock between Clay's buttocks.

"Relax," he whispered against Clay's skin as he positioned himself against him.

Clay, cheeks reddened, panted, "Do it, vampire. Give it to me."

Vellum's powerful buttocks clenched as he slowly flexed his hips forward. He groaned along with Clay as the distance between their bodies diminished inch by precious inch as Vellum sank into him.

Watching him penetrate Clay made Mariel feel as though she were the one taking Vellum's cock. She inserted a finger into herself and gasped. Her fingers moved swiftly against her wet, over-sensitized skin. Her knees trembled, threatening to dump her to the ground.

When Vellum bottomed out, he tossed back his head but didn't release a sound. Still, his pleasure and satisfaction were evident in the possessive grip he took of Clay, holding him firmly by the shoulder and hip. His fingers whitened the Marshal's skin as he began to pump into him.

The first few thrusts were already too much for Clay. He moaned and collapsed to one elbow on the ground. He reached between his legs with his free hand to stroke himself.

"You're mine now," Vellum told him darkly. His thrusts grew deeper, consuming. He took Clay rougher than he ever had Mariel, making sure he felt it. This was a fight between alphas, and Mariel guessed that Vellum needed to make sure his domination was recognized and accepted.

"Say it," he said, while grinding his hips against the Marshal's ass.

Clay choked and clutched a handful of dirt. "Don't…don't make me say it."

Vellum grinned with fang. He adjusted his angle on the next thrust, making Clay bite off a cry. Fire flashed in Vellum's eyes at the sound. He shifted his grip to the back of Clay's neck, pinning him to the ground. "Say it."

"I'm…yours," Clay gasped as Vellum filled him again and again, mercilessly attacking that same angle. "Yours…God, please."

It must have been what Vellum had wanted all along, for as soon as Clay begged Vellum shut his eyes and thrust in hard, holding himself deep while his body rippled with orgasm.

Beneath him, Clay desperately stroked himself. The firelight limned the frantic flexing muscles in his shoulder and arm. With a muffled cry, he bucked and his cock spurted, streaking the dirt with his release. His body abruptly sagged. He would have sprawled on the ground had Vellum not been holding him up. Little clouds of dust puffed around Clay's face as he fought to regain his breath.

"You found that pleasure while impaled on my cock," Vellum told him with a possessive slide of his hand down Clay's spine. "Never forget that."

"You're going to be obnoxious about this," Clay groaned, his forehead pressed to his arm. "Aren't you?"

"Yes, Clay, I'll do this to you whenever you beg me," Vellum retorted with a sly smile.

Clay huffed out an exhausted-sounding laugh.

Vellum turned his head then, to look at Mariel. "Did you enjoy my taking of him?"

She laughed a bit sheepishly, her body still tingling from the release she'd found simultaneously with Clay.

"I had no idea I'd enjoy that so much," she admitted.

"I did," Vellum said softly, and Mariel shivered anew.

She joined them on one knee and reached down to cup the back of Clay's damp head, oddly proud of him. Tentatively, she reached up and pressed her other palm to the side of Vellum's cheek. The vampire allowed it, his expression amused. She didn't care if he thought it funny. In fact, it wasn't funny at all, because now the three of them were closer than ever, and the timing couldn't have been worse.





9


When the metal gates of Everton Fort came into view, Mariel felt only grief. Grief for a relationship that was about to breathe its last.

For the last two days she'd carried with her the vivid memories of the lovemaking she'd shared with Vellum and Clay. She would never forget the thrill of watching Clay's mouth slide along the vampire's shaft and the pleasure and satisfaction that brightened Vellum's face when he mounted the Marshal. She would relive again and again the white hot ecstasy that bloomed in her body when Clay licked her core until she screamed unashamedly with her legs locked tight around the back of his head. And then later, when both males took turns f*cking her, forcing her to come again and again until the steam rose from their bodies in the cool night air…surely it was a memory that was seared onto her brain.

And yet for as strong as their sexual chemistry together was, their connection wasn't based solely on that. Before the sun rose this morning, as Vellum was preparing to climb into his box, she'd caught him pausing to look at her and Clay. She'd pretended she didn't notice, but she'd been acutely aware of his regard and the longing that bled from it. Unable to resist, she'd turned her head to meet his gaze. He'd held steady, allowing her to see his naked need. But then, in a blink, he was back to cool and distant, albeit with a smile upon his face so she wouldn't take the apathy personally. Clay had snorted softly then, and when she'd glanced at him, he was shaking his head, a thoughtful expression on his face as though he'd seen and understood everything.