“Make him come,” Jane said in a throaty voice. “Squeeze his cock. Milk it with your pussy.”
Shana clenched and released the thick shaft inside her, making Drake groan and his eyes flash with excitement. Empowered by her newly discovered feminine wiles, she repeated the action.
“You like that,” she said as she ground her ass against his pelvis and squeezed him again.
A sexy sound that could only be described as a growl tore from his lips. Shana’s insides lit up.
“I think I’m going to come again,” she said, amazed by how her body responded to everything he did to her.
“Me too,” Jane said. Her hips undulated as she writhed beneath Shana, who withdrew her fingers from Jane’s pussy and rubbed her clit vigorously until the other woman was panting and moaning. Jane closed her eyes and mumbled, “That’s it. Right there. Oh God, yes!”
Her body shuddered beneath Shana’s just as Drake pushed a bit deeper into Shana.
He ground out her name in such a primal way, it made her moan. She felt his release like a hot flash inside her. His hips jerked forward and she felt the vibrations from his trembling legs. She clutched him tight, hoping to intensify his orgasm and consequently sparking her own. Though it wasn’t as potent as the last one, it was still a beautiful sensation that rippled through her.
Dropping her forehead to Jane’s shoulder, she reveled in the sensual sensations while also finding relief from the way her body burned as Jane’s cold skin brought her internal temperature down.
“I had no idea a threesome could be so spectacular,” she mused, her breathing choppy. “I always figured someone would end up feeling left out.”
Though that clearly hadn’t been the case with them. Or the models they’d spied on earlier.
Jane said, “I suppose it makes a difference when you have three people who enjoy giving pleasure as much as they enjoy receiving it.”
“I suppose so.” She glanced over her shoulder at Drake, still standing behind her. His cock was still buried in her pussy and his hands remained on her waist. “What’s your take on this?”
He grinned at her. “Two vampires and a virgin. An unlikely scenario, but it worked quite well.”
“I’m euphoric,” Shana admitted. Indeed, she felt lighthearted and freed of many of her inhibitions. She owed that to both Drake and Jane. Some of her ecstasy waned, though, as Drake withdrew from her. “Shoot,” she said. “I was hoping you’d stay a while longer. I figured being a vampire, you’d recover much quicker than a hu—”
She stopped mid-word as Jane gasped and her body tensed. Shana’s gaze snapped to her. Jane’s pale-green eyes were wide open, hunger flashing in them. And this time it wasn’t of the sexual variety.
“Blood.” That one ominous word rushed from Jane’s parted lips and then the room went deathly quiet.
In the ensuing silence where no one dared take a breath, Shana could practically hear the drops of her blood splash against the creamy whiteness of Jane’s leg.
“No one move,” Drake said, his voice low and wary, before he dashed off.
Shana’s gaze remained on Jane, their eyes locked. She could see fear and regret mix with the bloodlust, along with a huge dose of uncertainty. As though she wasn’t sure she could resist going for Shana’s throat as the scent of blood filled her nose. But Shana could also see taking a bite out of her wasn’t what Jane wanted. It was just the natural instinct, the natural compulsion that made the desire rise within her. She was sure of it.
Drake was back in a heartbeat and he wrapped an arm around Shana’s midsection and hauled her off Jane, setting her gently on her feet. His strong forearm remained around her stomach as he used a damp towel to whisk away the blood on her skin with his free hand.
Jane didn’t utter a word. She flew off the couch and disappeared into the bathroom in a blur. Shana exhaled slowly, though she wasn’t totally convinced she wasn’t in danger.
Drake finished cleaning her up, tidied himself and then tossed the towel in the fireplace. His other arm wrapped around her shoulders and he held her tight, her back pressed to his hard, smooth chest.
His head dipped and his lips grazed that special spot below her ear as he whispered, “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t have let her hurt you, even if she’d lost control. And I sure as hell won’t hurt you.”
Relief washed over her. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think about the blood. It never even occurred to me.”
“It’s not your fault. And I know Jane feels horrible that she scared you. It’s just that she hasn’t had much exposure to fresh human blood. She’s never drank it and she’s not used to the undiluted scent.”
“What do you mean?”
“The blood that runs in your veins—in any human’s veins—is masked by skin and soap. Lotion, perfume, shampoo, clothing and the like. So even though we have acute senses, the actual aroma is skewed by all the other scents covering it up. That’s one of the reasons we can be around humans when we choose to be. And resist drinking from the source.”
The reality of being in a room with two vampires truly hit home upon those words. But she honestly believed Drake wouldn’t harm her—or allow Jane to. Not that she thought Jane might hurt her. Not intentionally. But if the thirst overruled her sensibility… That could prove deadly.
She shivered and Drake’s arms tightened around her.