Only Vampires Cry Blood (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #3)(24)

His lips were soft on mine. I opened my mouth invitingly, satisfied when his tongue slipped inside. I was struck with the urge to shift forms and run. Instead, I kissed him with a feverish desire that knew no bounds.

The passion raging through Shaz as he explored my mouth thoroughly was hot and intoxicating. It hadn't taken much to get him going. His energy was strong and commanding, the dominance of his wolf coming to the forefront. It always turned me on when his dominant side came out. Shaz could go from laid back to taking full control instantly if his instinct demanded it. Rather than me giving him control, he simply took it.

The urgency and command with which each of them touched me had me wondering if I was ready for whatever lay ahead. I was willing to find out.

When Arys slid his hands up beneath my shirt, I jumped slightly. It tickled a little.

As he continued his caress up my sides and over my stomach, a moist heat grew between my legs. His cool hands grew warmer as he fed off the growing sexual energy surrounding us. Breaking off our kiss, Shaz ran his hands down my shoulders to my wrists, gently raising my arms. Following his movements, Arys slipped my t-shirt up my body and over my head in one fluid motion.

For two men who could barely stand one another most of the time, they seemed to be able to read one another shockingly well. It both impressed and unnerved me how natural their reactions to each other were.

There was no pause or hesitation. Arys tossed my shirt aside and brought his hands back to the curve of my waist. I felt his lips on the back of my shoulder and a soft moan escaped me. Shaz' lips curled in a satisfied smile, and his eyes were all wolf. I threw my arms around his neck and nuzzled him like I would in wolf form. He lifted a strap of my white lace trim bra with a finger. Pulling it aside, he kissed his way down the side of my neck.

The touch of his predatory fangs on my skin was exhilarating. His clawed nails pressing into my arms had me ready for one or both of them to spill my blood. The need was as great as the ache to have one of them inside me.

As Shaz bit and sucked his way to the hollow of my collarbone, Arys removed his own shirt and pressed his naked chest to my back. Gently drawing my head to the side, he shifted so that he could kiss me.

Leaning back against the arm of the couch, Arys pulled me against him so that my back was arched. It gave Shaz full access to me, and he quickly took advantage of that.

Making his way to my exposed cle**age, he cupped my br**sts and showered them with love. I buried my fingers in his hair when he rubbed my ni**les through the lacey fabric.

Closing my eyes, I was overwhelmed by the combination of their scents. Arys broke off our kiss and returned his attention to my neck. He bit me just enough to draw the tiniest trace of blood. It didn't hurt, and I wanted it to. I needed to feel his fangs deep within my flesh.

The atmosphere was thick with power fueled by personal hungers and sensuality. It was stripping away the last of my resistance. I desperately wanted to feel them all over me, close and sweaty, a tangle of naked limbs. I craved it.

I reached for Shaz' shirt, tugging at it. He pushed my hands away so that I couldn't, and I growled. It earned me a grin and a fast but bruising kiss.

“Don't be so impatient, my love.” Arys released the clasp on my bra so that my br**sts spilled free. “We have all night.”

“I can't wait much longer. The energy … it's too much.” I moaned when Shaz bent to draw one of my ni**les into his mouth. The sensation of his massive fangs against my skin was heavenly as he licked and sucked the sensitive point.

Arys' fingers played in my hair as he watched Shaz worship my br**sts. I squirmed on the couch between them. It didn't take much for either of these men to get me hot and bothered. Together, they turned me into a wanton vixen.

The touch of Shaz' tongue on my ni**les was driving me crazy. The throb between my thighs built steadily. I was more than ready, and yet, they weren't ready to fulfill my need. It was almost enough to drive me into a frenzy. I wasn't ready to beg, yet.

I was just beginning to wonder about the couch being sturdy enough when Shaz stood up. Grasping my hands, he pulled me up with him. Arys reached for my leggings, gently pushing them down over my hips until they pooled on the floor at my feet. My thong panties were next. When I stood naked before them, I began to feel vulnerable.

Before I could tell them to hurry up and get those clothes off, Shaz picked me up in his strong arms.

“Bedroom,” he said, as if that one word explained everything. Perhaps it did.

Arys followed us, ambling slowly down the stairs to my room. I looked back at him over Shaz' shoulder.

“Get those pants off, mister. I won't be denied.”

He raised a dark eyebrow and smirked. “You're hardly in any position to be giving orders. In fact, I think you will be in whatever position we choose for you.”

“Do you promise?” I asked playfully.

We entered the bedroom, and Shaz set me in the middle of the bed. “I can guarantee it,” he replied. He stepped back out of reach and slowly began to peel his shirt off. I watched as he revealed smooth, hard abs and a chest that beckoned for my touch.

Arys came to stand at the end of the bed. He stared down at me for a long moment, flames of desire burning in his blue eyes. My breath caught when he crawled onto the bed. Nudging my legs apart, he ran his tongue around my navel in a way that was absolutely delightful. I had to concentrate on breathing to avoid holding my breath in anticipation.