I didn't need to see them to remember this image. Allister behind me and Marcus between my legs? I'd already dreamed of this scenario, and yet it was nowhere close to as good as the real thing.
Marcus's mouth finally reached the inside of my thigh, and my hips arched up, searching for the friction I needed to find my release. To my dismay, Marcus bypassed my panty-clad core. He moved to the other thigh, working his way down the leg as he'd done the other one, except now it was less thrilling and more frustrating.
"Patience," Marcus whispered against my skin, his gaze sliding up to mine. "In good time. I promise."
I whimpered as his mouth found the back of my knee once more, and my nails bit into Allister's arms. "Please. No more. No more."
Allister hissed but didn't complain. To Marcus, he said, though, "You might want to hurry it up. She's gotten a lot stronger since she started training every day."
Smiling up at Allister, I asked, "Are you afraid I can take you down?"
Those memorizing spirals of blue and green eyes peered down at me, and the grin he gave me had my breath catching. "You've already taken me down, Piper. With your smile. Your laughter. With your smart mouth and soft body. You've destroyed all of us, and we'd happily do it again just to have a moment with you."
"God, you're going to make me cry." I sniffed and smiled a watery smile.
"We can't have that," Allister chuckled. "No tears in the bedroom." He kissed the side of my neck loudly and slobbery making me laugh.
Suddenly a hot wet mouth covered the front of my panties, and I almost jumped out of my skin as Marcus sucked on my clit through the material. "Fuck," I hissed, trying to move my hand down to Marcus, but Allister kept me locked into place.
"I think someone felt a bit left out," Allister mused in my ear, his hands lifting my arms up and around his neck. "Hold on to me and just let go. It's been said Marcus is the best of us all at this."
I tried to make some coherent smart-ass response, but all I could get out was an "Uh-huh?"
Marcus's large hands held my thighs, lifting my hips just enough, so he had the leverage he needed. He hadn't even removed my panties, and already I was on the verge of coming apart.
"I... I can't..." I breathed my chest rising and falling quickly. "I need to...I'm going to..."
"That's it, Piper." Allister purred in my ear, his silvery tongue working its magic. "Just let go."
My head fell back, and my body spasmed as it fought against the building down low. It was then that Marcus drew the material of my thong to the side and pressed his full mouth against me. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I screamed my release, my nails driving into the back of Allister's neck, and the scent of blood filled the air.
Allister didn't try to get me to stop, his hands moving up and down my arms, murmuring dirty things in my ears as I came down.
It was as if I had melted into a puddle on the bed. My limbs didn't work, and my eyes were heavy. I couldn't imagine getting up any time soon.
"Oh, baby," Allister tapped the side of my face. "He isn't even close to being finished."
I forced my eyes open to peer down at the vampire between my legs. He straightened and wiped a hand over his chin before licking the remnants of me off his mouth. Eyes locked with mine, Marcus grabbed the sides of my thong and slowly inched them down my legs.
Giving myself a moment to recuperate, I exclaimed, "Finally! One of you doesn't rip my clothes off my body. You have no idea how expensive my clothes budget has become."
Marcus smirked, before balling up my thong and bringing it to his nose. My whole body flushed as I watched him inhale my scent. It shouldn't have been more intimate than the fact that he had just had his mouth on me, but somehow it was. Watching him made my skin tight and itchy.
Soon the feeling was pushed aside for the predatory look in Marcus's eyes as he tucked my thong into his pants pocket. "For later," he told me before finding his place between me once more.
An hour later and I certainly wasn't thinking about Valentine or Morpheus. Hell, I could barely breathe, let alone move, but there were things still to be done, and I wanted to make sure the two men still fully clothed in bed with me were going to be safe.
"We should head downstairs," I prompted, playing with the strands of Allister's hair. "They're probably done, don't you think?"
Allister shrugged a shoulder. "Maybe. But do you think you can walk?"
I wiggled between the two of them, Allister at my back and Marcus's head on my hip. "Well, maybe if I lost a few hundred pounds, I might be able to manage it."
Chuckling, the two of them shifted so I could slide out of bed. Immediately, my legs tried to go out from underneath me. I grabbed the bedpost to hold myself up and giggled. "I guess you weren't kidding about being the best at that, huh?"
Marcus simply smiled at me.
Slowly this time, I searched the ground for my clothes, pulling on my bra and then my shirt before finally finding my pants. I paused and turned to Marcus. "I'm not getting my underwear back, am I?"