September Moon (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #8)

“Your turn,” I instructed them both with a mischievous wink.

The amount of liquor racing through Shaz’s veins was evident when he was first to disrobe entirely. Arys hung back, taking his sweet time, watching Shaz crawl atop me on the bed and adorn my body with kisses. His platinum hair was feather soft in my hands. I hoped that I would never forget the way it felt. The touch of his tongue on my midriff got my pulse pounding. The atmosphere grew thick with arousal. It sated one hunger as it encouraged more.

“Arys.” I said his name as if it were a plea and a curse, because it often was.

For a moment I suspected that perhaps he was afraid he would hurt me. But he peeled off his clothing one item at a time, allowing me a great view of his hard, naked body. He approached the bed, and I reached for him, trailing my fingers over his firm stomach. Down lower, I wrapped my hand around the smooth length of him. His eyes closed, and he groaned.

Shaz rolled over to the inside of the bed, giving Arys the outside. They put me between them, where I so desperately wanted to be. There was nothing better than being pressed between the gorgeous men on either side of me. I sought to take in all they were giving.

There was a desperation in Arys’s touch that made my heart bleed for him. He held me like I might disappear if he dared to let go.

We fell all over each other. Shaz sought out the warmth between my legs and stroked me into a frenzy. Teasing, bringing me ever closer to the edge, he took command of my pleasure. Two fingers slipped inside me, forcing me to cry out. I needed so much more than that.

My cries were muffled by Arys’s needy kiss. The sting of his fang was sharp against my tongue. Sucking on the tiny bead of blood that welled up, he sighed, a ragged sound that echoed in my ears.

The rush of power was intoxicating. How could I have forgotten how amazing we were as a trio? Together we created a delicious circuit of energy, all giving and taking in succession, growing the power to head-swimming heights.

I feasted on Shaz, drawing on his lust and shedding his blood. He offered me his neck, the way I had offered myself so many times to Arys. It empowered me, making me the one in command. There was danger in that kind of dominance.

The tangy taste of him stirred my guilt. I might never be able to do this again. It could be far too dangerous once I was a vampire. For a split second I considered blurting everything out. But Arys’s hand on the curve of my hip kept the words from coming.

Rather than risk breaking the spell that held us, I threw myself headlong into it, seeking to lose myself completely. Closing my eyes, I focused hard on the many sensations: the salty taste of blood in my mouth, the insistent pressure of Arys’s hands on my body, and the musky scent of wolf.

Together we worked as one, setting a pace that came naturally. As Arys claimed my body, thrusting slow and deep, I stroked Shaz with a hand while running my tongue over the bite mark marring his skin.

As the hours passed, we were satisfied several times over. They each claimed me, making me theirs as only those two men could. When at last I lay exhausted between them, it was almost sunrise.

It felt safe there in my bed with Arys and Shaz. Safe enough that I fell into a fitful slumber. My system had worked out most of the whiskey, though what remained held me in a state of dreamless sleep. For a while.

I came awake a few hours later, my mouth open in a silent scream. The only thing I remembered was red reptilian eyes. A wave of nausea racked me. I couldn’t tell if it was a hangover or the thing Falon had given me sitting like a lead weight in my core.

A glance at my lovers revealed Shaz to be passed out beside me, snoring softly. Arys was rolled away, his face buried in the pillow. I moved carefully, trying not to disturb either of them as I left the bed and fetched my robe.

Coffee did nothing to make me feel any better. However, it too would soon be taken from me. So I made a cup, snickered at the snoring leopard sprawled across the couch, and returned to my room where I stood near the window, watching the day through a tiny slit in the blinds.

I’d been overly sensitive to sunlight since Arys and I united as twin flames. Soon, it would be a deadly foe. I stared out at the golden light, refusing to look away even when it made my eyes tear up.

“Can’t sleep?” Arys spoke softly, drawing my attention.

“Bad dreams, I think.” I blinked a few times as my eyes readjusted to the darkened interior of the bedroom. “You?”

“I don’t sleep much these days.”

The silence fell, heavy and oppressive, launching us each into tortured thoughts of what was to come. I was torn between fleeing into the wilderness with my tail tucked between my legs and bravely striding onto the FPA property, ready to face the sword that dangled over my head.