Lust had never raged so strong and bright within him, not even with Jane. It was a thrilling feeling, but also a terrifying one. Because he truly would have to stay in control with her. He’d have to be very, very careful not to—
“Drake?” Jane’s lilting voice brought him around. She grinned knowingly at him over her shoulder as she asked, “Are you okay over there?”
He’d probably growled or grunted, or maybe even said aloud how thoroughly arousing the scene before him was without even realizing he’d uttered a sound. It was impossible not to get worked up over the two women, and Shana in particular as his gaze locked on her bare chest.
In all honesty, he said, “She could give a corpse a hard-on.”
Jane giggled. “That’s not exactly a sexy image.”
He groaned. “Don’t expect me to be poetic while I’m quickly going up in flames over here.”
Shana smiled softly. “I think it’s terribly sexy.” She threaded her fingers through Jane’s blonde hair and said, “But he’ll have his turn with me later.” Her eyes gleamed lasciviously and Jane seemed to revel in their twinkly depths.
“You say all the right things,” she told Shana.
“If that’s true, it’s a first.” She coaxed Jane’s head closer to hers and whispered, “Though I’d really prefer not to talk right now.”
She kissed Jane. An obviously scorching-hot lip-lock that left Jane breathless when she finally pulled away.
No longer toying with Drake or needing to take the seduction slowly, Jane’s head dipped to Shana’s chest and she swept her tongue over a tight nipple, making Shana’s body jolt.
Jane didn’t hold back. She palmed Shana’s breasts and pressed them together, then she licked and sucked one nipple while rolling the other between her finger and thumb. Shana’s head rested against the mound of pillows in the corner of the sofa and her eyelids closed again, as though she’d just willingly given herself over to whatever sensations Jane evoked. As though she’d just freed herself of her own bonds and was accepting of the pleasure another woman wanted to bring her.
Drake found the silent surrender as provocative as it was significant. She trusted them.
Her faith in what transpired between the three of them helped him to rein in some of his riotous emotions. He stood and moved to the opposite end of the sofa, still just an observer, but he studied every nuance of how Shana responded to Jane’s touch and how she tamped down her insecurities to allow herself to be free enough to enjoy everything Jane did to her.
The tip of Jane’s tongue feverishly flicked the rosy bud against her lips until Shana was squirming beneath her and moaning softly.
Then one of Jane’s small hands slid over the shimmery material covering Shana’s stomach, moving lower until her fingers reached the bare skin exposed by the slit in Shana’s dress.
Drake’s fingers burned to sweep over the naked flesh the way Jane’s did, first brushing lightly over the top of Shana’s thigh, then dipping between her slightly parted legs to caress the sensitive inner portion of her thigh. Shana’s body trembled, a visible vibration Drake somehow felt deep in his core. His internal heat spiked, not a common occurrence for a vampire. It was as though he’d been singed to the very depths of the soul he questioned whether or not existed. It wasn’t supposed to, but how else could he explain his humanity and the need to restrain his natural instincts when such a compelling woman stirred his senses and made him desperate to have her?
Fighting all his sexually aggressive tendencies was no easy feat. He found himself popping off the buttons of his shirt as he pulled apart the flap and yanked the hem from the waist of his suit pants. He truly was a raging inferno of lust and longing.
When Jane’s fingertips lightly grazed Shana’s pussy lips through the thin material of her panties, Shana’s eyes flew wide open and she bolted upright. Her long, thick curls spilled over her shoulders and her chest heaved.
“Oh my God!”
Drake and Jane both froze in place. But Shana didn’t retreat. It wasn’t as if she’d just realized what they were all truly up to—he could see the fiery excitement still blazing in her eyes. No, the way she stared at them both—first at Drake over Jane’s shoulder and then at Jane—made him think she’d just gotten a very good idea of how stimulating this rendezvous could be.
Indeed, she detangled her fingers from Jane’s hair and fisted her hands, then opened them, stretching her fingers. A ripple of something dark and wondrous seemed to shimmy down her spine as she wiggled in her seat. And then she did something completely unexpected to them both—mostly Jane.