Keeping Cambria (11 page)

Cambria needed to push this along. “I’ll make a deal with you two.”

Viper harrumphed and crossed his arms over his muscular chest. “I don’t think you’re in a position to bargain.”

Probably not, but she’d play the
mate
card if she had to. “If you two will hurry up and give me what I want, you can fuck me any way you want to, separately while the other one watches.”

She tilted her head back and eyed Venom. He rubbed his chin like he was contemplating whether to have strawberry or chocolate pie. “What do you think, brother?”

Cambria rolled her eyes. They were teasing her, delaying the gratification she so desperately needed.

“Don’t think we can lose either way,” replied his twin.

That’s what she was thinking.

“Okay,” replied Venom. He leaned close to her ear. “Just remember, you asked for this.”

She didn’t know what that meant but was sure they would point it out to her. Her body reclined farther until she lay on a cloud of air, the weight of her hair a minimal tug on her scalp. The wall jets stopped and then a quiet rain fell from the entire ceiling, and somehow, it didn’t get into her eyes. Venom leaned over her and took her lips. It was slow and sweet. His tongue slid in and out, so she captured it, sucked, needing hard and fast, not slow and tortuous.

When the clips tugged on her tender flesh, she broke off the kiss and glanced down her body. The jewels were extended toward the ceiling, twisting two and fro, winking with every turn. Viper leaned casually against the wall, fisting his cock, his dark eyes hooded. She knew there was restrained passion in him.

When she laid her head back down on the pillow of air, she caught sight of the mirror stretched across the ceiling. Her gaze was glued to the reflection of her body. For some reason, she could see each drop of water on her skin, felt it hit her belly and breasts, and then pool and roll off.

“We want you to see what we see,” said Venom, his voice rolling over her like a forbidden caress. The scene was hot, erotic, and sweet, too, perhaps, and it touched her in some way she could never explain.

“See how beautiful you are,” said Venom. “Your skin is flawless, caressed by warm raindrops, your breasts round and soft, your pussy flawless, its folds reminding me of pink flower petals.”

His words were beautiful, made her feel beautiful, made her think she was special, a feeling she’d never had before.
Cherished
floated into her mind, and she shoved it aside. That word meant forever.

She glanced at Viper. “And what do you think?”

He came and leaned over her, rested his hands between her legs on the invisible table. He plunged two rough fingers into her pussy. “I think you need to be fucked.”

Yes, that’s what I need.
This she understood.

Venom removed the nipple clips and his brother detached the other. The blood rushed back with a sweet bite of pain. Venom didn’t give her time to think; he captured a pebbled bud in his mouth and used the other hand to pinch a nipple. Sensations assaulted her on all levels, and her gaze was drawn to the erotic sight in the mirror. Two dark heads bobbed and weaved, a blatant contrast against her pale skin. Chills raced along her sensitized nerves as she bucked from Venom’s teeth, shuddered from a third finger. Then Viper seized her clit, lashed the little bud relentlessly as he pumped hard digits inside her.

Cambria fought to keep her eyes focused on the mirror, to see her body in the throes of an orgasm, but when she shattered, she lost sight of herself as she writhed against the twins. Then teeth sank into the side of her breast and the inside of her thigh. Fire blazed, white and hot through her, and she erupted again, this time harder, almost jackknifing off the table.

“You okay?”

Cambria’s eyes fluttered open. For some reason, she felt dazed, disoriented, her breath too shallow. Venom smiled at her with smug satisfaction.

“I don’t know. What happened?”

“La petite mort.”

Little death, something she’d always thought of as foolish nonsense. But there was no doubt about it—she’d been transported to an exotic sensual plane, enough to render her unconscious.

* * * * *

“My turn,” said Venom. He took Viper’s place between her legs. His cock slipped easily inside her warm, wet channel. Her pussy rippled with the invasion, caused his own member to jerk with need. He watched his erection slide in, framed by the delicate folds that were a soft pink and damp with her desire.

Pleasuring her had consequences, eroding his thin control, but he’d be damned if he’d rush this. He wanted to savor every slow slide and retreat.

Because his wolf had an unpleasant feeling, something he couldn’t shake. He glanced at his twin, who fisted his own cock. He wanted to ask Viper if he felt it too, but didn’t want any confirmation of the dread that wrenched his gut. He shook his head to clear it and prayed he was mistaken.

And he wanted just to gaze at her, watch her face register every little nuance. He slid in to the hilt, his balls snug against her ass, felt her breath hitch as his crown nudged her womb. He released her arms and maneuvered them to her soft belly. When he freed her legs, she wrapped them around him.

His wolf shuddered at the claiming he felt from that little move. Her legs were smooth, hugging him tight to her, urging him to make her come all over again. His bite on her breast was red, swollen, an intentional brand, something she couldn’t understand. To the wolf, it was everything.

His wolf tracked Cambria’s hand as it drifted lower, bypassed her clit. She placed the V of her fingers on his cock, and he growled and purposely pinned it to her mound. Her touch had the ability to destroy his restraint. Just the light touch of her fingers caused his balls to draw up even more. She fisted his shaft when he pulled out, pressed her hand tightly around him, and when he eased down, she squeezed him until she ran out of room. They repeated the process several times until her other fingers found her clit.

Cambria’s eyes drifted closed when she gripped the nub between her slender fingers and tugged it up and down in time with his movements. Something warmed in his chest, the knowledge that she met him stroke for slow stroke.

His thigh muscles quivered as he restrained from pounding into her to pursue his own release. The wolf was painfully aware of the need to move slowly and savor. Cambria’s face was now flushed, the scent of her arousal tantalizing his nose.

Her eyes drifted open, and she mouthed “Sorry” before she increased the swirl and pressure on her clit. She tugged him to her with her long legs. His wolf recognized the invitation, and the driving need to satisfy his lover.

Venom amplified his speed, slammed into her with such force her breasts jiggled. The friction built, the pleasure mounting. Based on the slight ripples in her sheath, she was close. He grabbed one of her legs, caught it under his arm, and opened her up. Tingles ran from his balls and down the back of his thighs. The wolf compelled him forward, to lean over her and feel the pinpricks of her nipples against his skin.

Cambria’s shout of his name grabbed his balls. His white-hot cum shot into her pussy as her inner muscles clamped down on his cock. The wolf took over and sank his canines into the soft muscle of her neck as he rode out his orgasm.

Mine!
Echoed in his head.

“Mine,” he whispered into her hair.

“Yours” she replied.

* * * * *

Viper watched his twin and his mate climax together. It was a beautiful picture, and he felt no jealously. Cambria was more than capable of handling both of them, together and separately.

But he didn’t do slow. No, he was a hard and fast guy. When Venom pulled out of her, Viper forced himself to remain rooted in his spot, not approaching her until she was ready for him. Her eyes were closed, and he watched her breasts rise and fall, counted the breaths, waited for her breathing to return to normal.

When her lovely green eyes opened, she turned to him, and he could wait no longer. He scooped her up, deposited her on her feet and facing the wall. He spread her legs, forced her to lean forward to tilt her hips and used magic to keep her there.

“You have a terrific ass.”

She smiled. “So do you.”

He used his vampire skill and made the tile wall a mirror. These mirrors were the best idea he and his brother ever had, and would be a prerequisite any time they took her. “I have to see your lovely face and beautiful tits.”
Have
was too weak a word. Cambria’s were perfect spheres with rosy, hard buds. Her ass was perfect, too. And her long hair, long legs—just everything.

Viper reached around and palmed the globes, pinched her nipples perhaps too hard for her, but she didn’t protest, just kept her gaze locked with his. The little minx wiggled her ass against his swollen cock.

“You’re playing with fire, little girl.”

She laughed. He loved her laugh. It was deep, throaty, and sizzled straight to his hard member. “I know,” she said.

He caught his brother’s gaze in the mirror. “I think she’s being naughty,” Viper said to his twin.

“Yep, and you know how to handle naughty little girls.”

His wolf grinned. “I sure do.”

Slap.

His nose told him her little “oh” was more from surprise than pain. He rubbed the ache away. “Just like I thought. Pretty n’ pink.”

Viper just had to know, so he dipped low, angled his cock, and pushed deep inside. Her sheath was snug despite the wetness from both her and his brother’s orgasm.

Then he popped her other cheek. She closed her eyes as a little ripple rolled through her pussy, caressed his erection. It was sweet heaven.

“Again,” she breathed. She captured her lower lip with her teeth, whimpered when he tapped her ass again.

He repeated the process several times and each time her pussy contracted around him like a silken glove. Unable to delay his pleasure, he settled his hands on her hips, amazed that both could almost span her width. He ground into her. She moaned and pushed back against him. His wolf took over, set up a fast and furious pace. The sound of his thighs slapping her delicate ass echoed in shower. His balls drew up tight, ached to the point of pain.

Cambria arched and threw her head back when her climax erupted around his cock. She screamed his name as her inner muscles rippled and gripped him. He covered her back, and sank his fangs into her other shoulder
as his seed blasted from his cock. He pumped hard, bucked against her soft body, needing to crawl inside her. He rode her to completion.

When he was spent, he released her flesh, grabbed her to keep her from collapsing. “You’re mine,” he whispered in her hair.

“Yes,” she said.

He pulled out, turned her around, and hugged her close. Her arousal melded with her perfume of wild rain, a scent he’d never get enough of.

Finally, she lifted her head, a twinkle in her eye. “Can I finish my shower now?”

He grinned. “Yes. You want breakfast or lunch?”

“Neither.”

Chapter Seven

Cambria’s stomach growled as she braided her wet hair and flipped the thick rope over her shoulder. Now if her luck would hold and her belly would behave, maybe she could escape the twins without too much confrontation. Revelations were running rampant in her mind this morning, not all of them comforting.

Surprisingly, she wanted to see her twins again. Really, what woman didn’t want to be the jelly in a man-sandwich? And more than a date. She felt something for them because they were warm and hot, concerned and playful, caring and passionate. Oh, hell, she sounded like a form on a damn dating site.

Crossing the room, she peered into the mirror. Her two bites were pale pink against her white skin, lightly throbbing with each beat of her heart. The bites on her inner thigh and breast did the same thing.

A brand
they said.

Hot as hell
she thought.

And if Steven wasn’t missing, she’d consider climbing back in the bed and calling them in here.

But she had to find Steven. If they wanted to help, she’d welcome it, because they could help her cover more ground.

Some clothes were laid out, but they weren’t hers. They were the right size and clean, but there was no doubt who had selected them—black thong, well-worn, tight-ass jeans, skimpy black top and no bra.

She grabbed her jacket and found a sword. She picked the blade up and knew this wasn’t hers. This was the sword of Tristam, or one like it, however that shit worked. It had elaborate scrollwork near the hilt, certainly aged by time. She took a swing. It was light enough for her and perfectly balanced. If she were lucky, she’d get to use it tonight to force Steven’s whereabouts out of some rabid vamp.

Luck. That’s what she needed. After taking a deep breath, she opened the bedroom door and made her way down the hallway. She heard several cavernous voices she didn’t recognize. Sounded like a frat party. She rounded the corner and came to a halt. The living room was filled with—the brothers. She immediately recognized the brother from the club as he lounged like a lazy cat at the end of the couch, his big-ass boots plopped on the coffee table. She forced back a hiss as her eyes flitted across the room to the man who had to be Judge’s twin.

Two more dark-haired twins lounged on the couch, one of which was within the alley with her…the twins. They were all dressed in dark shirts, and well-worn jeans, some with holes in the knees. The three sets looked different, but one couldn’t miss the family genes running through them, and she wondered why she hadn’t recognized it at the club—other than the fact that she’d been petrified.

Venom stood, rounded the sofa, took her things, and tossed them on a nearby chair. Then he pulled her back against his chest into a protective embrace and a bra mysteriously appeared under the skimpy black top. “Honey, meet our brothers.” He went around the room. “The one on the left is Beast, the other is Bear. You met Bear the other night. That’s Jury, and you’ve met Judge.” She hissed. It just escaped.