Chapter Eleven
Gabriel held Sameya as she watched Maximus, considering his offer. He could smell her fear, but beneath that scent her excitement was an extravagant smell. The spicy twang taunted his tiger, and he struggled against the compulsion to bend her over the bed and take her immediately. Claim her as his mate before she succeeded in escaping.
On the heels of that fantasy was Sameya on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Or Maximus fucking her while she sucked him. So many debauched things he wanted to do to her, but all of it ultimately ended in her joy…and Maximus’s.
Tired of defying his innate desires, Gabriel bit the curve of her neck, but not hard enough to break the skin. A strangled sound emerged from her, but she offered no protest. He thrust two fingers inside her and palmed a breast with the other hand. Sameya arched against him as he licked where his teeth held her flesh.
Releasing her skin, he dragged his teeth along the sexy line of her neck and pressed his lips against her ear. “We won’t be rough with you the first time.” They were animals; they would take her forcefully and soon. “Even when we’re wild and out of control, it’s always about the pleasure, Sameya. And you have two of us committed to you. Feel how hard I am for you?” He rotated his hips against her ass and from the corner of his eye he caught the gentle glide of her eyelids shutting, while Maximus palmed his cock and stroked. “Won’t you fuck Maximus while I watch? Tell me how his piercings feel inside you.”
“This is taboo,” spoken in the barest of whispers with no real hint of conviction in her tone. She had him there. Their races didn’t co-mingle and never mated. As far as he knew, he and Maximus were unique. But his family accepted them.
“Taboo kisses were always my favorite, Sameya.” He licked down her throat and shoved her hair aside as he followed the descent of her spine. On his knees behind her, he cupped her ass-cheeks, pulled them apart and dragged his tongue over the tight forbidden entry. She whimpered, trembling.
Abruptly, he elevated to his feet and placed his mouth against her ear, keeping his tone mild. “If you won’t join him, I will.”
Gabriel stepped around her and faced her once he reached the edge of the bed. He stood proud before her in his birthday suit, palming his cock and stroking. Well, maybe not his birthday suit, since he’d been born a pup and hadn’t shifted into human form until he was five. Her gaze traveled his physique, and he wondered what she thought. She was good at schooling her features. When her eyes rested on his cock, he applied several strokes, running his thumb over the tip each time. Her eyes rounded, and she licked her lips.
The scent of her arousal grew stronger. Behind him on the bed, Maximus groaned indicating he could taste her with his senses, like Gabriel could.
He turned away from her and joined Maximus. No question, Sameya was confused. She perched on the razor sharp edge between desire and sanity. There was nothing sane about the mating desire. If their erotic coupling didn’t convince her to join them…he wouldn’t give up hope. They needed her, and she needed them. She just didn’t know it yet.
As Gabriel reached Maximus, the vampyr sat up and cupped the back of Gabriel’s head, drawing him to his mouth. They kissed, tongues grazing and teeth nipping as he trailed his hand across Maximus’s chest. Mated for almost a thousand years, they’d luckily not grown tired of one another. Sex was never stale, but exciting and fresh each time.
Maximus’s hand slid down his mate’s neck to grip his shoulder and flip Gabriel to his back. His vampyr mate straddled his thighs. Using only his fingertips, he circled Gabriel’s nipples, drawing them to hard nubs with the teasing touch. Then he bent and licked the taut peaks. With a groan, Gabriel palmed Maximus’s head. Teeth scraped his flesh, a nick sharp enough to draw blood and Maximus licked at the red bead.
He heard Sameya’s sharp intake of breath and turned his head to consider her. The heavy black kohl smudged about her eyes showcased their amazing shade of mauve. Long sooty lashes completed her irresistible allure. Cheekbones tinged pink had nothing to do with a blush, and her rose-red lips weren’t just pouty and kissable, but fuckable, too. The long red and black streaked Goth-like hair added, rather than detracted, from her appeal. Coupled with her heavy breasts, rounded hips and shapely legs, she made for one hell of a sexy creature. And he wanted her very badly.
What of her artifices were real? Or could she construct her appearance dependent upon what drew her victims? Not something he’d ever heard a siren capable of doing, but in the paranormal world anything was possible.