She’d just about resolved herself to believing there was nothing more erotic than Jane caressing her breasts and Drake assertively eating her pussy when Jane shifted beneath her. Releasing Shana’s breasts, Jane shimmied down the cushion a bit until her head was between Shana’s parted legs. Drake widened his kneeling stance to accommodate Jane. He spread Shana’s cheeks wide and licked her pussy from behind as Jane’s tongue flicked her clit, then gently sucked it.
“Good Lord!” The words flew from her mouth as a volcano seemed to erupt deep inside her. “Holy Christ!”
Nothing else registered in her mind. Not the vulnerability the position she was in posed. Not the tact and decorum she’d always practiced. And certainly not the fact that it was two vampires feasting upon her body.
All Shana felt was the most intense, entrancing and mind-blowing pleasure Drake and Jane brought her.
Her fingers tightened around the sofa back and the pillow and her eyes squeezed shut as she gave herself over completely to the sensations coursing through every inch of her. Her nerve endings were sensitive and prickly. Her heart thundered and her pulse raced. Breathy little moans fell from her parted lips and her nipples puckered even tighter.
Jane gripped her waist, holding her steady as Drake massaged her cheeks. The contrast of Jane’s butterfly-wing motion against Shana’s clit and Drake’s strong tongue around her opening, occasionally dipping inside, made her positively insane with desire.
As she watched her two lovers over her shoulder, a shiver of delirium chased through her. Exhilaration mixed with her overwhelming excitement. A strange combination of wanting so much more, but never wanting them to stop what they were doing swirled together to make her restless, yet oh so hot and bothered.
The desire for more won out. When Drake lifted his head, as though sensing her gaze on him, their eyes locked. His dark irises glowed seductively, as though he enjoyed making her come and wanted to do it over and over again.
The thought made her shiver.
She said, “I want to feel you inside me. Please,” she begged. “I want it more than anything. I need it. I need you to fuck me.”
His jaw clenched for a moment. Jane stopped what she was doing and shifted on the sofa, returning to the corner, resting her back against the pillow with Shana straddling her lap again.
“Hold onto me,” the other woman said.
Shana had no delusions about how monumentally Drake would rock her world. She wasn’t entirely certain she could take everything this vampire had to give, but desperately wanted to feel him thrusting deep into her pussy, filling and stretching her in a way she’d never before experienced.
It occurred to her that, for the first time in her life, she was glad she wasn’t Jane’s size. No way could a human built like the waif beneath her handle a man like Drake Halston, with his dark passion and aggressive touch.
Just thinking about how thoroughly he’d fuck her was enough to keep her juices flowing—and no one was even touching her at the moment!
Drake seemed to contemplate her plea and Jane said, “He knows he’ll hurt you and that makes him hesitant. It’s not that he doesn’t want you,” she was quick to add. “But there’s no getting around the pain you’ll feel at first.”
“Because I’m a virgin.”
“And he’s well-endowed,” Jane said with admiration in her voice.
Shana swallowed down the moan that bubbled up in her throat. She was in for one hell of a ride, she was sure of it. And she might have balked at the notion before they’d traveled so far down this erotic path. But now… Oh, no. She had no intention of backing down.
Her gaze still locked with Drake’s, she boldly said, “I’m not afraid. And I understand about the pain. It won’t last long and you’re technically not the one inflicting it. It’s human nature…a part of my body. Inescapable. So, please. Don’t say no.”
“I couldn’t say no,” he told her, something dark and slightly tormented swirling in his near-black irises. “Not after I’ve tasted you.” His jaw tightened again, as though the thought of tasting her pussy made him wild with passion. His fists even balled at his sides.
“Then do it,” she begged again. “Please. I can’t wait any longer. I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
He moved away from her and her heart sank. But then he yanked open the drawer on the end table, flipped the lid on a small wooden box and extracted a condom. Relief washed over her, as well as that amazing flash of exhilaration she’d felt earlier.
“I’m on the pill,” she felt compelled to tell him. “Wishful thinking, I guess.”