A fire was blazing in the hearth, filling the room with a warm glow. A faux fur throw rug was on the floor in front of the fireplace. Combined with the champagne Shaz held, it was a very inviting scenario.
The TV played quietly, little more than background noise. Arys shed his leather jacket and draped it over the back of the sofa. He didn’t stop there, peeling his shirt off in a swift, smooth motion. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me against him, hard. The glass I held sloshed pale golden liquid onto my hand. I automatically licked the spilled drops from the back of my hand. Arys watched me, his pupils dilating in response to his reaction.
He guided me down to the floor so that we sat in the center of the fur throw. Shaz set the bottle on a nearby coffee table and joined us, sitting on the other side of me. My nervousness gave way to intrigue and expectation.
Arys kissed me, a quick but soft press of his lips to mine. “I know I’ve already said this, but … I’m sorry. For everything. I should have trusted you all along. I feared that Harley would corrupt you, and I ran blindly back down that path myself.”
“Don’t.” I shook my head and caressed his face. I hated the self-loathing in his enchanting eyes. It wasn’t right. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. Harley’s dead. You are here now. It’s over.”
With a nod, he leaned his forehead against mine. As much as I hated that Arys was in such emotional turmoil, it was a relief, too. He was so much the killer, seeking the thrill of the hunt, guided by unashamed bloodlust. I appreciated the deeper part of him.
Shaz said nothing, though as the one who had really taken Harley down, I imagined he was still overjoyed about the whole thing. He traced a finger lightly along the back of my neck, sweeping my damp hair aside. While Arys and I loosely held one another, Shaz leaned in to press his lips to my sensitive flesh.
It tickled even as it sent a shot of heat to my groin. I squirmed and giggled against my will. Shaz slipped his arms around me from behind, and I relaxed into his embrace. I pulled Arys closer for another kiss, this time slipping my tongue into his mouth swiftly. I longed to taste him, needing to make up for the last two weeks he’d been absent.
I wanted to tell him never to leave me like that again, that I needed him and couldn’t bear to be without him. Instead, I kissed him with all I had, letting my actions speak for me. With one hand, I reached back for Shaz, grasping his hand and holding it tightly.
Touching each of them like this, it was hard not to notice the strong current of energy that flowed through the three of us.
Arys deepened our kiss, devouring me in his sudden urgency. Running his hands up inside my robe, he pushed it down my arms in an attempt to free me of it. Shaz caught on quickly, tugging the robe off the rest of the way. I sat between them naked and feeling exposed. My response was to tug at Shaz’ towel. It came loose easily, and I tossed it aside.
“What about you?” I grinned at Arys, indicating the blue jeans he still wore.
“In a hurry, are you?” In no time, Arys was as nude as Shaz and I. The sensation of their naked bodies pressed to either side of me was glorious, and I reveled in it.
I turned to Shaz, nuzzling him as I would in wolf form. His musky wolf scent teased me, stirring my lust for him. I bit playfully at his lips before targeting the pulse in the side of his neck. I nipped at it lightly until a soft moan came from him. At the same time, Arys was kissing his way up my arm, pausing in the hollow of my elbow to lick the soft spot that always drove me wild.
He continued to make his way up my arm, pausing to nip at various places along the way. Arys pressed closer so that I was sandwiched between them. Slipping his arms around me from behind, he cupped my br**sts, kneading them firmly. Shaz ran a hand over my cheek and up into my hair, entwining his fingers tightly in my long locks.
Arys rubbed my ni**les until they stood firm. I trembled at the pleasure that steadily grew within me. I kissed Shaz with a passion that swept me with fire. As our tongues danced together, Arys’ lips left a moist trail along my upper back and shoulders.
With one hand, I felt my way down Shaz’ body. His hard abs and flat stomach drew my appreciation. I followed the path of my hand with my lips. Arys modified his position so that I could lay on the fur throw in front of Shaz. I settled myself between his legs, grinning up at him before taking his hard c**k into my mouth.
I allowed Arys to roll me onto my side so that he could stretch out alongside me. As I ran my tongue around the tip of Shaz’ shaft, sucking the head into my mouth, Arys pressed his face against my stomach and breathed deeply of my scent. A hand slipped between my legs, and he lightly stroked my slit. A rush of moisture gathered between my thighs.