Taboo Kisses(9)

Envious of their relationship, she should’ve walked away. Before she became enamored and serenaded them into slavery. She hadn’t kept a pet in a long time. But she wanted Gabriel. If she turned them both into her pets, she could have them perform for her entertainment whenever she liked. The thought appealed to her.

The smack of her palm against the brick building drew little attention. Frustrated with herself for dallying over a shifter, she told herself to leave, this moment. Not another minute should be wasted on Gabriel and his lover. Regardless that he was pet material, her preoccupation with him waylaid her mission. She needed to focus and fast. No matter how many times she thought that, her feet remained rooted to the sidewalk.

Something about that goddamn shifter compelled her to remain. She’d held her breath when she suspected he positioned himself to enter the other male. That’d been when she caught the features of the dark-haired one. Wavy, chin-length hair. Scruff along his jaw, square chin, and carnal lips. Sensuous. Every bit as handsome as Gabriel. His eyes were a mixture between blue and silver that shifted unexpectedly to a vibrant green that glowed.

What do the mortals think of that?

He peered straight at her as he parlayed a thumbs up to the crowd and winked at Sameya. Vampyr. He knew she hid in the shadows. She allowed a small smile to tilt her lips, and he returned her grin.

Can’t serenade a vampyr. I’ll have to be careful to charm him with magic.

Gabriel had entered the vampyr in a hard thrust that wrenched a “fuck” from him. Those kissable lips had rounded on a moan of ecstasy, and her clit had throbbed as if Gabriel were in her.

Holy fucking Empress!

Orgasms weren’t her commodity, just theirs, but the delight on their faces…she envied what they had.

Instead of hightailing it like she should, Sameya leaned against the wall and watched them. She suspected Gabriel had a hard time controlling the were-shifter inside him. And more than once she thought she saw the imprint of a beast glimmering over his humanity, but it was so minor she couldn’t gauge his breed.

What will he look like in his animal state? She had no idea what type of animal he even was. His vibe was of the ‘don’t fuck with me’ variety, which led her to believe he was either a large-breed cat or a wolf.

Gabriel came with a growl and buried his very obvious shifter fangs into the other man’s neck. Not that the vampyr seemed to mind, but rather his sigh and the way his eyes rolled until only the white’s of his eyes were visible suggested he enjoyed the bite. A lot. Probably even the man coming inside him.

A few moments later, Gabriel turned his lover and went to his knees. A hot flush swept Sameya’s body as he sucked the other man’s penis into his mouth.

Heat engulfed her and her channel clenched. Her knees shook, and she swiped her hand through her hair.

What is wrong with me?

Sex never affected her like this. Not when she had participated in the boring act or even when she watched. But these two men had her squirming. She stepped a little deeper into the shadows as the vampyr turned his head to gaze in her direction. That species had the vision of an eagle. And she sensed his awareness of her. He verified that theory when he licked his lips, blew her a kiss, and clamped his hand on the back of Gabriel’s head, guiding the blowjob.

Sameya tried to swallow past the thick knot forming in her throat. Nothing alleviated the obstruction. Breathing grew impossible, and her lungs burned from lack of oxygen. Empress E’Neskha counted on her, while she wasted time watching two men get one another off in a very public display. Time for games was over.

She stepped a little further down the side street into the dark shadows. The vampyr shook his head and mouthed, “Stay. Watch.”

Her retreat died as a gasp exited her lungs.

His mouth parted, she could just make out the dark-haired male’s raspy inhalations. Flexing his hips, he drove his erection into Gabriel’s mouth. A loud groan and he clenched the railing with his free hand. Angled so he could maintain eye contact with her, his head tilted backward and deep-throated moans buzzed the air.

The sound hummed across her skin and centered between her thighs.

Is that moisture leaking from my body?

Indifferent to Bourbon Street patrons, Sameya shoved away from the wall and thrust a hand inside her pants, between her thighs.

Wet.

She bit her lip and stared at the couple on the balcony. The vampyr smiled as Gabriel’s purr rent the air. The dark haired male came, hard, his entire body vibrating. Through it all his eyes remained locked on Sameya…as if he invited her into their web of intimacy. Her knees quaked at the ramifications of her response. It was likely one of them was her mate.