Not even wanting to ponder that question, she released the fists full of satin material she’d held captive all this time and placed her hands over Drake’s, conveying her need for him to continue what he was doing—and silently imploring him not to hold back.
She would have liked for the sofa cushion to not be between them, so she could feel her back pressed to his chest. But he maneuvered efficiently with his long arms, and when he squeezed her breasts again and then whisked his thumbs over her hard nipples, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven.
With Jane between her legs, driving her wild with the way she teased Shana’s clit with her tongue, then sucked it gently into her mouth, and Drake’s hands alternately kneading her breasts and toying with the nipples, she felt a ripple of excitement along her spine. The exhilaration escalated as Drake’s lips grazed her neck. She sighed with sheer delight and shuddered from the intimate caress.
In her ear, he whispered, “You’ll come for Jane, won’t you?”
A burst of red-hot sensation between her legs made her gasp. She stared at him, their eyes locked. She could read so many emotions in his gaze—such raw and real emotions that she had to ask, “Is that really want you want?”
He shook his head. He shifted quickly, snaking one arm between her back and the sofa so he could palm her breast while the other hand slid down the material still covering her midsection.
“No. I want you to come for us.”
Jane released her clit from between her lips. As though she knew Drake’s intentions, she slowly worked a finger into Shana’s pussy as two of Drake’s fingers covered her clit and massaged it frantically, with more pressure than Jane had applied.
“Oh!” Shana felt another burst of erotic sensations deep within her as all the foreign yet unbelievably scorching-hot feelings converged and ignited inside her.
Her eyes closed again and she gave herself over to her two lovers, allowing herself to experience every glorious thing they did to her.
Jane worked a second finger into her pussy as Drake rubbed her clit and massaged her breast, cradling her in his strong semi-embrace. Shana lifted her hand to her other breast and squeezed it the way he had previously, then tugged on the nipple when he rolled the other one still in his grasp.
His breath was warm against her neck and came in heavy pulls, as though he was as excited as she was. Hardly possible, she thought. She felt tingly all over and her skin burned with a sexual fever she’d never known before. Jane’s fingers pumped in and out of her, sending her barreling toward a ragged edge with the help of Drake’s skilled touch on her clit.
Her body moved in a way that was unfamiliar to her, responding to the sensual ministrations and the crazy-wicked sensations coursing through her. Her hips rolled and undulated in rhythm with Jane and Drake’s strokes. When they increased the tempo, she followed their lead, grinding her hips and taking everything they gave her.
Short pants of air rushed from her parted lips and her heart hammered in her chest. The tension within her mounted, building to a crescendo she knew would be explosive. She longed for the release, but wasn’t willing to give into the beauty of the moment just yet.
As she let her body respond naturally, not holding anything back, Drake’s lips grazed her throat and he whispered, “That’s it, love. Let us pleasure you.”
“It feels so, so good.”
His tongue stroked a sensitive spot on her neck, revealing an erogenous zone she’d known nothing about. She moaned and tilted her head to the side, giving him better access, which he took.
“I won’t bite you,” he promised as his mouth did magical things to her exposed skin.
Drowning in lustful sensations, Shana hadn’t even considered the potential repercussions of letting a vampire so close to her jugular. But she trusted him—and was clearly too far down the path to sexual bliss to push him away. Not that she wanted him to move even a millimeter away from her. No, she was racing toward the brilliant light at the end of what had once been a dark and lonely tunnel like a runaway locomotive, and she had no desire to put the brakes on.
In fact, she demanded in a breathy voice, “More.” She arched her back and her hips gyrated in time with the beating of her heart and the throbbing of her pulse.
Jane’s fingers withdrew from her wet pussy and, instead, Drake’s longer, thicker one eased into the tight canal. Shana cried out from the sweet invasion, so much more forceful and filling than Jane’s slender fingers and controlled rhythm.
With the heel of his hand rubbing her clit and his finger stroking her inner walls, which clenched and released as her arousal escalated, she knew it was impossible to revel much longer in the hot, searing feelings consuming her. The fireball between her legs blazed bright and when Drake’s tongue flicked over that ultra-responsive spot on her neck, the fiery sensations erupted, making her cry out his name as she came.