The Wicked Kiss (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #2)(86)

There was the barest movement at my back as Shaz pulled my long hair to the side, baring the back of my neck. When his mouth came to rest against my sensitive flesh, I quivered between their two firm bodies. His lips and tongue traced hot, wet circles along my sensitive skin, and I became flushed with heat and desire.

Both my body and power eagerly anticipated the joys of two men. I couldn’t hold back the urges that drove me to consume, to take what they were giving and more, should I so desire.

Arys deepened the kiss, and I fell into his seduction. There was possessiveness to his touch that spoke volumes of need. When he nipped and bit my tongue and lower lip, Shaz did the same along the back of my neck. It was a hot spot for me that he knew would bring about the desired response.

A throb began between my legs as Shaz ran a gentle hand down to my thigh where my robe parted. His fingers grazed my skin, stirring the nerve endings to life. A tingle spread from where he touched until it filled my entire body with a warm glow.

Arys’ lips moved to the corner of my mouth in a slow, lazy motion. Tipping my head up ever so slightly, he kissed the soft spot beneath my chin before lavishing my neck with moist little love bites.

My breathing grew heavy as the burning hot power built along with the physical lust.

As I tuned into my metaphysical side, I was able to clearly taste and feel each of their differing energies: warm and cool, life and death, the power in my core was ravenous, with a viciousness I’d had yet to experience. I was intrigued by what they had to give, and I couldn’t help but want it all.

I moaned softly when I felt Shaz press against my ass, rock hard and persistent as his lips traveled down the curve of my neck to my shoulder. The hand on my thigh grew painful as his fingernails became claws. It was a delicious pain though, one that made me itch for more. I ground my butt against him so that his breath came in a hot pant against my skin.

My hands glided over Arys’ taut chest and abdomen, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my fingertips. There wasn’t a lot I could do caught between them the way I was.

It was both intimidating and exciting as they dominated me together.

As Shaz alternately stroked and clawed his way to the lacy string of my thong underwear, Arys boldly slid a hand inside my robe and deftly parted it completely. His cool hands on my naked flesh fed the growing desire, and I arched my back with a sigh when he cupped my br**sts.

A sexy, low growl rumbled in Shaz’ throat, increasing my need as the sound touched me in intimate ways. With each one of them kissing, licking and touching me, I grew weaker willed by the second.

The first shock of anxiety resurfaced when my dark vampire moved so that he could take one of my ni**les into his mouth. I tensed, waiting for Shaz’ reaction to such a private act. I was astonished when Arys disrobed me with an aggression that defied my halfhearted attempt to resist. My robe hit the floor, leaving me thoroughly naked.

My blood rushed, and I felt lightheaded. It was surreal, like a dream. I almost doubted this was really happening. Those doubts were banished when Shaz gently turned my head so that he could kiss me while the vampire feasted on my br**sts. The musky taste of wolf was heavenly. He was my mate, and I longed for him desperately.

I moaned into Shaz’ mouth when Arys plunged a hand between my legs. He rubbed his fingers back and forth over my wet opening before forcing two of them inside me with the roughness I’d come to know and love from him.

The power that commanded Arys and I once again expanded to include Shaz as his Were energy enticed it to take note of him. As the physical pleasures grew, so did the blinding rush of power that had never taken no for an answer.

I kissed my wolf with a passion that knew no limits. Our tongues seemed to dance together. No sooner had Arys abandoned my br**sts than Shaz had his hands full of them, kneading and pinching. Small noises of contentment came from him. His energy was wild and delicious, and I savored it.

Arys continued to work me with his hand; his intense gaze rested heavy upon me.

The hunger in his eyes was raw, frightening. The rush of power in the room was near deafening.

I moaned as the waves of an approaching orgasm began to stir inside me. Arys’ slick fingers slid in and out of my body, pausing to rub the little sensitive nub that had me writhing between them on the bed.

The combination of their hands and mouths upon me was more than I could take without my sanity collapsing into fragments. The orgasmic sensations built until I reached the breaking point.

I cried out in ecstasy as I exploded with climax. The intensity nearly brought tears to my eyes as my body spasmed uncontrollably. Shaz showered my face with kisses as I clung to him. I could feel the vibration as he shuddered under the pull of so much high-strung power.

His arms went around me in a tight embrace. Arys curled up on the other side of me so that I was locked between their bodies. It felt so perfectly right. I clutched Shaz’ hand, entwining our fingers together.

The afterglow was sensational. I snuggled into the feeling as if it were a warm blanket on a cold night. Despite the power humming all around us, I was calm and peaceful.

I was overdosed on everything they’d each given me, most all, love. I sunk into blissful slumber with a smile on my lips. My vampire’s cool body conformed to mine as if it had been made to do so. And, though I was drunk on the two of them, I wasn’t so far gone that I didn’t notice the desperate need in Arys’ touch as his arm wrapped firmly around my waist.