Shaz nibbled my lower lip, pulling back just a little. “You didn't feed tonight. I can feel it when either of you are all vamped out. Just remember, only Lex is on the menu.”
“Hey!” I protested. The taste of him on my lips was musky and sweet. I needed more. After the evening I'd just had, washing it all away in a sea of pleasurable sensations sounded good to me.
“No worries, my friend.” Arys continued to kiss his way up my arm. “I can get my fill of your spicy energy just from your reactions to her.”
If Shaz was bothered by Arys' admittance, he didn't show it. By now, he was probably used to it. He watched Arys sweep my hair away from the back of my neck and press his mouth to my sensitive flesh. I made a small sound when he grazed me with his sharp fangs, scratching the surface of my skin. If Arys hadn't fed, he'd either felt no need to or he'd purposely abstained. The latter would definitely enhance his needs on every level. His bloodlust no longer directly drove mine, but it definitely influenced mine.
A shiver ran down my spine when Arys ran his hands slowly up my back. I reached back to touch him, and he pushed my hand away, towards Shaz instead. With Arys behind me, I couldn't help but be overly aware of what he was doing. I followed his direction and turned my attention to my platinum blonde wolf.
Facing Shaz, I reached to run a hand through his short, messy locks. Silky soft, they slid through my fingers with ease. He brought his face close to mine so that we stared into one another. It was intense, and I fell into him with total abandon.
His lips were soft on mine. I opened my mouth invitingly, satisfied when his tongue slipped inside. I was struck with the urge to shift forms and run. Instead, I kissed him with a feverish desire that knew no bounds.
The passion raging through Shaz as he explored my mouth thoroughly was hot and intoxicating. It hadn't taken much to get him going. His energy was strong and commanding, the dominance of his wolf coming to the forefront. It always turned me on when his dominant side came out. Shaz could go from laid back to taking full control instantly if his instinct demanded it. Rather than me giving him control, he simply took it.
The urgency and command with which each of them touched me had me wondering if I was ready for whatever lay ahead. I was willing to find out.
When Arys slid his hands up beneath my shirt, I jumped slightly. It tickled a little.
As he continued his caress up my sides and over my stomach, a moist heat grew between my legs. His cool hands grew warmer as he fed off the growing sexual energy surrounding us. Breaking off our kiss, Shaz ran his hands down my shoulders to my wrists, gently raising my arms. Following his movements, Arys slipped my t-shirt up my body and over my head in one fluid motion.
For two men who could barely stand one another most of the time, they seemed to be able to read one another shockingly well. It both impressed and unnerved me how natural their reactions to each other were.
There was no pause or hesitation. Arys tossed my shirt aside and brought his hands back to the curve of my waist. I felt his lips on the back of my shoulder and a soft moan escaped me. Shaz' lips curled in a satisfied smile, and his eyes were all wolf. I threw my arms around his neck and nuzzled him like I would in wolf form. He lifted a strap of my white lace trim bra with a finger. Pulling it aside, he kissed his way down the side of my neck.
The touch of his predatory fangs on my skin was exhilarating. His clawed nails pressing into my arms had me ready for one or both of them to spill my blood. The need was as great as the ache to have one of them inside me.
As Shaz bit and sucked his way to the hollow of my collarbone, Arys removed his own shirt and pressed his naked chest to my back. Gently drawing my head to the side, he shifted so that he could kiss me.
Leaning back against the arm of the couch, Arys pulled me against him so that my back was arched. It gave Shaz full access to me, and he quickly took advantage of that.
Making his way to my exposed cle**age, he cupped my br**sts and showered them with love. I buried my fingers in his hair when he rubbed my ni**les through the lacey fabric.
Closing my eyes, I was overwhelmed by the combination of their scents. Arys broke off our kiss and returned his attention to my neck. He bit me just enough to draw the tiniest trace of blood. It didn't hurt, and I wanted it to. I needed to feel his fangs deep within my flesh.
The atmosphere was thick with power fueled by personal hungers and sensuality. It was stripping away the last of my resistance. I desperately wanted to feel them all over me, close and sweaty, a tangle of naked limbs. I craved it.
I reached for Shaz' shirt, tugging at it. He pushed my hands away so that I couldn't, and I growled. It earned me a grin and a fast but bruising kiss.