Keeping Cambria (10 page)

She doesn’t play fair, bro,
said Viper.

Venom grinned.
Prop up on your knees and give us some room to work.

Cambria did as he asked and supported herself with her hands on his firm pecs. The first long pull back of Viper was met with a slow slide in of Venom’s cock.

What an exquisite glide. Her breath caught in her throat. “Again.”

They reversed the process, letting her feel the friction along her thin curtain of tissue. Yes, this sensation of fullness, of total possession was something she could get used to. A borderline craving.

“I need more,” she whispered, not sure if she said it with her mind or her lips.

“Tell us, baby,” said Viper.

Another retreat. Another advance. “Too slow,” she gritted. “You’re too slow.”

She felt their grins in her mind, knew they too needed it fast. The twins moved in sync, their speed increasing. Erotic images flooded her mind. She saw all three of them, a panoramic view as if she stood off to the side. Viper’s physique pounded her from behind, his ass cheeks hollowing, his thigh muscles flexing with each glorious thrust. Pleasure was evident on Venom’s face, and somehow, she could see his thick cock slide in and out of her, glistening with her juices. And she saw herself sandwiched between two dominant males, her light skin contrasting with their dark features.

Sensations assaulted her, too. Fire burned low in her core, chills skimmed down her ass to the backs of thighs. Her breasts were heavy and aching, ripples zinging through her with each twist of her nipples.

“Come on, baby. Give it to us,” said Venom.

His hand snaked down her belly, and he circled her clit. Molten lava erupted sending heated waves though her core. They shoved both cocks into her, filling her, stretching her. Both were in her mind, her pleasure theirs; their pleasure hers.

Cambria’s vision grew dark as her womb seized, clamped down on both. “Ahh,” she shrieked as her body bucked and writhed.

Somebody growled “Fuck,” before two sets of fangs sank into the soft muscle between her neck and shoulder. A second orgasm slammed into her as two erections erupted inside her. Viper’s back covered hers, and she thrashed between the twins. She saw two identical black wolves in her mind fucking her.

They released her shoulders, and Cambria collapsed against Venom; Viper followed her down. The twin’s cocks jerked with little aftershocks as they licked her wounds.

Sleep. Cambria needed the blissful peace of sleep, but she couldn’t do it here. Needed to get away. Needed to think. But she doubted she could walk. “I need to go,” she said.

She felt the twins stiffen.

“Why?” asked Viper, nuzzling her ear.

“I don’t do morning-afters. Ever.”

“But you said we could date you,” offered Venom.

“I did, but I didn’t say I’d stay. Besides, I think I’ve died from pleasure.”

“Oh, little girl. We’ve just started,” said Viper.

Yeah. That’s what she figured. She could barely resist them, and they’d wear down what little resistance she had.

Crack!

The sound echoed in the room as all three of them plunged down in the collapsed chair. Seconds later, Cambria couldn’t help it. A snicker escaped followed by an all-out belly laugh. Venom and Viper’s laughter vibrated against her back and front, a rich, deep, the seductive sound was a caress in itself.

When their amusement abated, Cambria said, “I need to go.”

Viper pulled out of her, and she missed the warmth, the security. “You’re right,” he said. “Let’s go to bed.”

He grabbed her hips and pulled her up as Venom’s still-hard cock slipped from her. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.” He scooped her up. “We can argue tomorrow.”

“Well. Only if you promise.” She nestled against his warm, hard chest, listened to the steady beat of his heart…on the wrong side of his body. She’d ask about that tomorrow.

“We promise.”

Chapter Six

Cambria tried to stretch, but to save her life she couldn’t move. She peeled her eyes open and glanced down. A large male leg pinned her, and a warm hand cupped her breast. This is why she didn’t do morning afters. That and her hair probably looked like shit.

She moved the palm and kicked off the leg. At the same time, she bolted upright, but she wasn’t fast enough. Two hands from each side trapped her. “Let me go.”

Surprisingly, they freed her, and she bounded out. She spun and faced the bed, pretty sure her mouth dropped open. The bedcovers looked like they had lost a battle and escaped to the floor. Two large males stared out from under hooded lashes, their dark skin contrasting against the white sheets. One’s long hair hung free, casually draped over his shoulder. The other’s was still loosely tied back.

They looked sleepy, just fucked. The twins had no right to be so sexy this early. What time was it, anyway?

“Come back to bed,” the one on the left said. From this distance, she couldn’t discern their eyes.

“Which one are you?”

“Viper. Now, crawl back in here.”

It was frustrating to second-guess which one was which, and then they both had names that began with V. But as hot as they looked with a bed as a backdrop, maybe it didn’t matter.

“Yes, darling,” said the other one. “Come back to bed and let’s have morning sex.”

“I’ve got things to do.”

“Like what?” inquired Viper.

Running from her
mates
seemed like a good idea, but she really needed to find out where to hunt next. She knew the more time that elapsed since Steven’s disappearance the harder it would be to find him. The problem was she hadn’t met anyone who acknowledged even knowing him, and—hey—she just managed to kill a few ferals along the way.

“I’m taking a shower. Then I want my clothes, coat, backpack, and sword here.”

“Hey, where did you learn to fight, anyway?” asked Viper.

“I’ve studied martial arts since I was fourteen, and my Sensei was a sword master. His practices were like a dance, very controlled, highly deliberate actions. He caught me watching one day and volunteered to teach me.” She loved swordplay, something she was damned good at. “Anyway, I need my stuff.”

“Uh-huh,” said Venom, stroking his massive cock.

She purposely tried to maintain a cool exterior, no biting her lips, no licking them either. And for some damned reason the bites on her shoulders burned. She spun on her heel and fled before she did something she wanted to do, but didn’t need to.

In the bathroom, she turned the water to almost-too-hot and stepped under the rain. Rain. She’d seen these showerheads in the fancy magazines, but had never had the pleasure of a gentle rain in the shower. She could get used to this.

Cambria let the water soothe her soul as she tried to figure out how to escape her
mates
. That was fucking insane, so insane that it couldn’t be true. She’d looked for signs they were kidding, but she hadn’t found any. So she just ignored the declaration. Too bad they weren’t feral, so she could lop off their heads and solve her problem. Steven was her priority, not fucking like bunnies.

Her only clue the shower door was open was the chilly air that invaded her warm sanctuary. Should have known her peace wouldn’t last long. “Can I shower by myself?”

“No,” one of them said.

Cambria didn’t bother to look at the eyes to determine which one had spoken. Did it even matter? They were both built like God’s gift to women. She was also grateful for their money because it cost a lot to build this extra-large shower, otherwise they would be like sardines in a can. Someone moved the showerhead and tilted her head back. Large fingers massaged shampoo into her scalp. Wow. That felt kinda good. She closed her eyes and let the firm hands do all the work and prayed she could get out the tangles later.

“Rinse,” someone said.

She obeyed, and when that was done, two sets of hands washed her body with stokes meant to entice. Rough skin slid over sensitive nipples and down the crack of her ass. The ache between her legs grew even though she tried to focus on anything but wayward hands. Was her response to them normal?

“You’re beautiful.”

Her eyes flew open and locked with the one in front of her. Venom. “Hmm, yes, she is,” he said.

A slick, wet finger dipped into her pussy; her womb quickened. Suddenly, her hands were tied above her head in a V by invisible bonds, but she wasn’t uncomfortable.

“No marks on this pretty skin this way,” said Viper from behind her, his thick length pressing into the small of her back. He nuzzled her neck and chills rushed down her body, competing with the warm rain that fell down her spine.

“Just relax. Let us take care of you,” said Venom.

That sounded great, but she had been a scrawny kid roaming the streets to stay away from her too-drunk-to-care dad, so taking care of herself was all she knew. Her only two friends, Katie and Riley, were her roommates, but she spent most of her time taking care of them, not the other way around.

“You know,” said Viper, “if you let us in your mind, you can watch this from—over there.”

“No, thanks. I don’t want you plowing around in my head.”

“Okay, but it’s hot as hell.”

Yes it was, but so was feeling, just getting lost in the moment, not watching some porn flick. “Don’t talk. Just do.”

Laughs rumbled in both of them, a deep bass that was somehow endearing and sexy too. Venom waved his hands and she levitated higher, putting her breasts at his eye level, but somehow she was suspended with no weight placed on her arms or hands—no pain. He grinned and flicked her nipples with his thumb like he strummed a string, and it zinged straight to her clit. They were in control—again, but she didn’t mind, because she knew they gave as good as they got.

She stole a glance south, avoided licking her lips at his jutting member, which was thick, long, the crown dark and ruddy. She had to confess one thing about her mates
;
they were well endowed.

The overhead rain stopped, but water sprayed out of the wall and caressed her sides. She knew they were manipulating it, because the force was gentle, and there was no way it would cross the distance to reach her without some help.

Metal suddenly appeared in Venom’s hands. “I conjured up these nipple clips just for you.”

“No.”

“Hear me out, sweetheart. They apply light pressure, I promise. See these gems.” Venom wagged the teardrops on each clamp. “These are special emeralds made just for you.”

Emeralds, huh? Cambria had to admit they were beautiful.

“These beauties are from the lost treasure of England’s King John, circa 1216.”

“Lost?”

“Well, lost to the rest of the world,” grinned Venom.

“You stole them?”

“No,” answered Viper from behind. “They were lost, but our older brothers found them.”

She glanced at the shiny objects. “Why don’t I believe this story?”

Viper nipped her neck. “It’s true, darling. And our swords are the lost sword of Tristram.”

“I don’t understand. How can one sword be…” How many, she didn’t know. When the V’s were fighting, one appeared in each hand. She had noticed their blades seemed ancient, something medieval. And extremely heavy.

Viper chuckled. “That’s vampire wizardry, and if you want, you can have a sword of Tristram too—a lighter version, of course.”

Her very own sword of Tristram sounded enchanting. A piece of history—with some magic thrown in.

“These emeralds were part of the treasure, and now they are yours,” said the twin in front of her.

“Mine, huh? They look heavy.”

“They’ll feel great.”

Suuuuure they will.

“We know you don’t like pain, so these are special. No pain unless you ask.”

Hell, that would never happen. She nodded, and his beautiful smile spread across his handsome face. Venom’s dark head bent, and she jerked when he pulled one taut nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth. With his other hand, he palmed her other breast. Gently, he suckled her, toyed with the ridged nub as if he had all day. His mouth moved to her other nipple, and he quickly clamped the one he just left. It stung, burned like a shot at the doctor’s office.

Cambria exhaled the breath she’d been holding, realizing it didn’t hurt, only pinched a tad, and she could feel the cool jewel resting against her breast. He repeated the process and then stepped back to admire his work, another grin plastered on his face. “They match her eyes perfectly, bro.”

“I’ll bet. But I have jewels, too.”

Cambria slowly spun in midair to face Viper. His hair was wet and loose, and his cock was angled straight out from his body. He held up one emerald which was three inches long like the other two. “This is for your pretty pink flesh.”

She didn’t say anything as she levitated higher, angled back a tad, her legs anchored open, her bare flesh fully exposed. Viper’s gaze held hers, and with the backs of his fingers, he brushed against her clit, a teasing touch, not really what she needed. He leaned down close to the nub and blew on it, tormenting her. She recognized her body’s need for major contact to that erogenous area. He grinned, making her think he could read her mind without her knowing it.

Come on, put those talented lips on my clit.

Viper veered away from her goal, skimmed his lips on her inner thigh.

“Okay. I give in.”

One dark brow arched.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please get me off.”

Both men’s laugh echoed in the tiled shower and pissed her off. Now she had resorted to begging, a first for her. He meandered back to the sensitive nub and sucked it into his mouth. She closed her eyes, arched her back, and let her head weightlessly fall back. “Oh, yes.” This was what she waited for, those lips.

Viper flattened his tongue and swiped up her pussy, spread the folds, then across her tight clit. His tongue was rough, reminded her of a cat’s, but not quite as coarse. Hell, she’d have to ask about that later too.

As cool metal clamped down on her clit, her eyes flew open, her gaze locked with his. This one was tighter, pressing close to pain. He smiled, daring her to say something. She wiggled causing the weighted object to tug and pull on delicate skin, the stone easily rocking against her heated pussy. Viper was the one to push her, make her broach the sensations beyond what was normal for her. That was fine—for now.