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  A tic pulsed beside his eye, but Nicolas held out his hand. “I want it back.”

  Alex understood what he asked before she did and fit his fingers into her vagina, curving to snag the vibrator and slowly pulling it out. He set it in the center of Nicolas’s palm. “What next?” he asked, a small strained smile on his face.

  Nicolas’s eyes narrowed. “Chessa, fuck the grin off his face. Please.”

  Chessa grinned at Nic, thoroughly enjoying how bothered he was getting. Then she rose on her knees, staring down at Alex as she lifted his cock and fitted it to her opening. With his chest rising and falling fast, she braced her hands on his shoulders and slid down, taking him inside.

  Alex groaned and his eyes closed tight.

  Chessa understood the feeling and was right there with him. His cock was ridged with veins that rasped her inner channel all the way up. When she was fully seated, their groins snugly meshed, she leaned down to kiss him.

  Alex’s arms encircled her, his hands smoothing up and down her back.

  She got the hint and started to move up and down, digging her knees into the soft cushion on either side of his hips as she rose and fell, and then rose again.

  The ride was slow, savored by them both. Her tongue lapped along his, her lips suctioning, drinking him in. Her breaths mingled with his as she rode faster, beginning a motion that rocked forward and back while she lifted and fell, sliding him deep and grinding her clitoris into the crisp hairs surrounding the base of his cock.

  Gradually, stroke by stroke, a fire lit deep in her womb, curling tightly, making her shudder and moan, causing his body to tighten like steel. She tore away her mouth and flung back her head, dragging deep gulps of air into her lungs.

  Alex’s hands gripped her sides and lifted her, bringing a breast to his mouth. He latched onto it, biting the swollen tip, causing her to cry out.

  But she wanted him deeper, so she murmured a complaint and he let go, laughing softly against her skin. “Nic, so right,” he panted. “Perfect. She’s perfect.”

  Chessa smiled and continued to ride his thick cock. “Damn, right,” she murmured, gripping his shoulders harder as she lunged against his lap now, her movements less measured, her breaths shortening.

  When the rapture came, it snuck up on her slowly, unwinding in her womb, like a spring losing tension, curl by curl. Her body quivered, and she whimpered. She squeezed shut her eyes and simply rocked, letting her orgasm wash away in slow ebbs that left her feeling weak.

  When she finally drew a deep breath, her forehead rested against his, and her body was snuggled close. His strong arms hugged her tight.

  He hadn’t come. Hadn’t joined her on the summit. She lifted her head and gave him a questioning stare.

  “That was just to shave your edges, sweetheart,” he said, his lips blurred by her kisses, his face reddened, but still taut. “Seemed like you were a little nervous. Besides, he never said a thing about me coming.”

  Like a splash of cold water, she came fully to her senses and pushed against his chest to lift away.

  Alex held her tight and kept her seated deep on his rock hard cock. He glanced to Nicolas. “What’s next?”

  Nicolas let out the breath he’d held while Chessa screwed Alex inches from him. All the while he’d sat beside them, his hands fisted on his knees, his teeth grinding while they’d cheerfully followed his instructions.

  Chessa hadn’t looked his way once—at least, not until the end. She’d ridden the other man slowly, seeming to savor a gradually rising passion. Together, their bodies had blended beautifully—Chessa’s slim and taut, Alex’s burly and powerful.

  Her whimpers had held a soft mewling quality, like a kitten’s when she’d come. The sound still reverberated in his mind.

  Nothing like the wild moans she always gave him.

  Stunned, a little sickened, he tamped down the urge to jerk her from the other man’s cock and fuck her hard, the way she always demanded it. He wanted to remind her who held her reins—whose hands delivered the ultimate pleasure.

  Alex surprised him, withholding his own pleasure, never using to his advantage the strength evident in his thick, toned muscles. His body had tightened, his muscles flexing into prominence, his breaths rasping loudly as she’d pumped on him. Still, he’d held back, resisting the creamy, rippling invitation of Chessa’s tight, hot pussy to hammer deep toward her core.

  That she’d enjoyed the man’s thick cock, using it to ride toward her own fulfillment, had been evident in her soft cries.

  He and Alex shared a similar size—something Nicolas planned to use to his advantage.

  Nicolas wanted to hate Alex—would if Chessa ever came to love him more. For now, he’d tolerate his intrusion into their relationship—as long as the other man was needed. Nicolas would determine when to send him packing.

  Between the two of them, Chessa didn’t stand a chance of hiding behind her brittle façade. She’d stay on the edge of ecstasy, fulfilled beyond her dreams. Her emotions tested beyond her ability to sublimate them.

  Surely, she’d shatter. Then he’d be there to gather together all the pieces of her life and help her form a new one. With him. Within the coven.

  “Chessa,” he said softly.

  Her glazed eyes refocused, and she gave him a flaying glare.

  Her defiance pleased him. He held out his hand, palm up.

  Pretending extreme reluctance, she slowly placed her hand in his.

  Nicolas stood and tugged her upward with Alex’s help, guiding her off his cock. “Time for bed,” he said, letting his anger and jealousy flare and bleed into his hardened tone.

  Swaying slightly as she stood, she closed her eyes. “Can I bathe first?”

  “Why waste the bottled water…and the lubrication?”

  Chessa opened her eyes and nodded, her jaw firming for the coming battle of wills. She tugged away her hand and stepped past him.

  Nicolas laid a hand on her backside and squeezed—a promise of things to come.

  Her breath hissed between her teeth. “Does he have to see that, too?”

  Was she ashamed of her particular fetish?

  “I will decide what’s needed.”

  “Damn you,” she whispered, not looking back, but her body tightened.

  Leaning close, he tucked her hair behind an ear and whispered, “Pull the covers from the bed. Bend over the mattress and wait for us.”

  “Jesus…fuck.” Her slender frame quivered, her bottom tensing beneath his palm.

  Oh, a spanking was definitely needed. But would he let Alex warm her soft ass?

  “Go.”

  She flounced away, her feet slamming on the wooden floor.

  When she’d passed the doorway, Nicolas nailed Alex with a warning stare.

  Alex rose, smirking and rubbing an idle hand over his belly. “I know. Her ass is yours—and I follow your lead.”

  “In all things,” Nicolas bit out. “No matter if she balks.”

  Alex returned his glare, his gaze narrowing. “Do you even know why you’re doing this?”

  Nicolas had enough of playing games. “You aren’t what you appear. I felt your lure back at the restaurant.”

  Alex’s lips curved in a rueful smile. His gaze raked Nicolas with sly assessment. “Did you now? Felt something like it before?”

  “Yes,” Nicolas gritted out. Only one other being had ever drawn him with a lick of a sensual noose. “No more tricks. Not with Chessa.”

  Alex’s expression drained of humor. “I mean you no harm. And I like Chessa. I’ll play by your rules.”

  “I know why I’m here. I’ll figure out your purpose, and your nature, sooner or later.”

  “I’m counting on it.” Alex lifted a brow and stared down at his cock. “I don’t suppose you’re going to let me get off, are you?”

  Nicolas’s lips stretched at the man’s blatant frustration. “There are always rewards for gifts, at least among vampires.”

  Alex drew a gratef
ul sigh. “We’re cool, then?”

  Nicolas shook his head. He’d seen everything, he’d thought. But Alex was a puzzle. He just hoped his instincts weren’t leading him deeper into treacherous water. He wanted to trust him—not just with earning Chessa’s love.

  He wanted to know that this “creature,” whatever he was, would be strong enough to withstand Inanna’s brand of hell. For he had no doubts Alex was trolling for the bitch.

  Chessa, as always, was the key.

  CHAPTER

  9

  Wondering why she’d followed his command like a damn ewe, Chessa waited in the bedroom, straining to make out the men’s low voices.

  No doubt Nicolas was planning his strategy, enlisting Alex in his demented game to drive her nuts.

  Against the two of them, she’d melt like a soppy ball of wax, molded for their amusement and pleasure.

  The pleasure part she had no qualms accepting. The amusement made her cringe. Before the night was over, Alex would know all her dirty little “go-buttons.”

  Why she didn’t just back away from the bed and tell them both to go to hell, she couldn’t have explained to anyone, least of all herself.

  Yet, she was aware a part of her yearned to submit. Craved to be controlled. Only when forced, could she feel truly…free.

  Steps sounded behind her and she groaned inwardly, fisting her hands in the soft cotton sheets.

  “Spread your legs and lift your bottom, Princess.”

  “I hate it when you call me that,” she said, hating even more the quaver in her voice. Still, she widened her bent legs and tilted up her ass, aware the two of them could see…well, everything.

  A large palm smoothed over her ass, the glide deceptively soothing. Then it drew away and the sound of clothing sliding, dropping to the floor told her Nicolas stripped behind her.

  “Her skin’s cool to the touch, Alex. Use this to warm it.”

  Her eyes bugged. She only just resisted the urge to peek over her shoulder. When the first stinging slap landed, she tasted leather. His belt. The bastard.

  Chessa couldn’t help the fresh trickle of arousal that seeped from between her legs to wet her thighs and the sheets bunching beneath her hips. Nor could she help tipping higher to meet his strokes.

  Alex wielded it with precision, delivering stinging snaps that while not exactly gentle, didn’t cut too deeply. He striped her, working over every inch of her bottom until her ass had to be glowing.

  “Flick her cunt.”

  “Oh God.” She bit her bottom lip to halt the cry that tore at her throat when the leather singed her labia.

  “Again.”

  The next slap sounded wet, and her pussy tightened.

  “Close your eyes.”

  Chessa squeezed them tight, not knowing what to expect next, until a hot, blunt-tipped cock dipped inside her.

  But whose? Not knowing only heightened her sensitivity. The heat of her stinging flesh, stretching around that nameless cock as it shoved forward, spearing deeply, grew unbearable. She moaned and pressed her forehead into the cool percale.

  The cock pulled out, then slammed forward again, taking away her breath, then pulled out again—this time all the way.

  Then a shuffling sounded behind her and another cock, this time dry, screwed into her.

  God, they were taking turns! “Fuck. God. Pleeease,” she moaned, unable to hold onto her prideful resistance. The thought of the two of them, standing behind her, cocks held in large, curved fists as they primed themselves staring at her wet pussy nearly had her weeping.

  A deep stroke inside, a slow exit, another slow, burning stroke that crammed deep.

  Her knees trembled, her thighs burned as she held the uncomfortable posture and welcomed the heat of thick thighs pressing against the backs of hers.

  Another shuffle and long fingers stroked her folds, parted her, and fitted a wet cock to her vagina and rammed forward, delivering several faster thrusts.

  Her pussy slurped when the cock withdrew and clasped noisily around air.

  When another didn’t immediately fill her, she moaned again.

  Fingers thrust into her pussy, swirled, then painted a trail between her buttocks, sliding over her asshole. Nic!

  A shudder wracked her body and her nipples grew engorged again, scraping the bedding. She rubbed them into the sheet, wriggled her rear and hoped like hell one of them intended to fuck her.

  When a cock poised at her entrance, she sucked in a deep breath, then let it loose in a garbled scream when it drove hard toward her womb. This time, she’d get it for sure. This cock stroked deep, fast—faster, harder. A taut belly smacked her burning cheeks with satisfying furor. God, it had to be Nicolas!

  Hands slid beneath her, cupping her breasts, then fingers clamped hard on her nipples, squeezing, twisting.

  Just as she’d thought, he finally let loose, coming at her with pistoning, jerking hips that pounded his thick cock inside her.

  When she began to unravel, he jerked hard, once, and cum spurted deep inside her in a pulsing stream. He collapsed over her, his face nuzzling the back of her neck. “Christ! I never thought you’d let me come.”

  Chessa’s eyes slammed open as Alex pumped inside her, slower now, rocking against her ass as the last hot jets of his cum spilled into her.

  JesusFuckingChrist! Nicolas hadn’t even gotten started.

  Her trembling increased along with lapping waves of shivers that ebbed and flowed as Alex’s hot breath steamed the back of her neck.

  The sound of fabric tearing drew her gaze to the side. Nicolas stared at her, his expression tight but triumphant as he ripped apart a pillowcase. Naked, his glistening erection rampant, she stared back, her eyes widening as she realized why he’d ripped apart her favorite pillowcase.

  The strips were long and thick—two of them. One for each of her hands.

  “When you’re done fucking her, how about tying her to the bedposts?”

  “Gimme a minute,” Alex groused. “My legs are jelly.”

  Nicolas’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Thought he was me, chérie? I think my ego’s crushed.”

  “Fuck you,” she whispered, deciding then and there she was going to kill him—after he fucked her into tomorrow.

  Alex sighed, kissed her shoulder, and leaned away, pulling out of her slowly as though reluctant to leave her moist heat.

  When he backed away, Nicolas laid a strip of pale fabric in his palm. “Around the notches. I want her torso off the mattress.”

  Chessa sank to the floor beside the bed, her legs finally giving way.

  “Sorry, sweetheart,” Alex said, a wicked smile stretching his mouth. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her, setting her in the center of the mattress, then straddled her, his waning erection tapping her chest. He lifted one hand and tied the strip around it, then stretched her arm above her head to tie it high above her.

  Slipping to her side, he tightened the tether, raising her up.

  “This isn’t comfortable,” she said, between teeth clenched tight to stop their chattering.

  “Trust me,” Nicolas said, his mirthless smile widening.

  Alex tied her other hand, then stretched her arm bringing her shoulders off the mattress.

  Sitting back on his haunches beside her, he glanced back, waiting for the next command.

  “Crawl beneath her, support her back against your chest.”

  Chessa nearly screamed with anticipation, dangling while he maneuvered beneath her.

  When he’d settled, her head rested on his shoulder, and his chest lifted her high enough the ties didn’t pull her arms out of their sockets.

  But she couldn’t move her upper body either. With Alex’s cock riding the crevice of her butt, she was entirely at Nicolas’s mercy to do whatever he pleased.

  The hard, grim set of his jaw heightened her trepidation. Her heartbeat fluttered. Her mouth went dry.

  Nicolas walked to the end of the bed and climbed on, his legs thic
kening as they bent, his huge cock bouncing from his groin.

  He reached to either side of him and pushed apart her legs, which were bracketed by Alex’s, and forced his wider, driving his cock harder against her ass.

  Apparently, that wasn’t good enough, because Nicolas lifted her feet one at a time and hooked them over the outside of Alex’s and pushed them up, bending her knees, tilting her pussy upward.

  Now she had no leverage. And she felt obscenely open and exposed. Moisture trickled from between her swollen folds.

  “Play with her breasts, Alex,” he said softly.

  Chessa had hoped her body was so well sated after so many orgasms that arousal would be impossible. If she could resist the curling desire growing inside her, she might survive what he had in mind.

  But Alex palmed her breasts and squeezed them, then rolled the nipples between his fingers. Her stretched body and wide-open pussy heated once more.

  “Please, Nic,” she groaned. “I can’t take any more.”

  “Will you deny me?”

  She opened her mouth to do just that, but a look from his darkly glinting watchful gaze had her clamping her lips closed. If she hadn’t seen a hint of bleak darkness at the back of it all, she’d have thought him a true sadist.

  Her submission was important. But why? Because he wanted to lord his power over one of the Born? She dismissed that thought as quickly as it arose, recognizing she needed a reason to resent him. A barrier she could throw up to redirect her need for him.

  Nicolas was the last man, living or dead, who needed to prove himself. Held above the others, given responsibilities reserved for those destined by birth to lead, he hadn’t earned his place by climbing over anyone’s shoulders.

  Perhaps he thought her willingness to submit was a test of her affection.

  Sweet Jesus! Was that it? She’d sworn never to let another soul touch hers. Yet, here she was. Opened. Accepting…anything he meant to give her.

  Nicolas came over her, bracing himself above her and Alex. His gaze rose to Alex’s and a thin-lipped smile spread over his face. Then his head swooped down. His lips touched hers. Hot, firm—his kiss slid and circled, wetting her mouth, building her hunger.