Octavia's War (11 page)

Her clit throbbed. She realized she was pushing her ass back against Remmy’s belly, coaxing him to put his hands on her.

Remmy pressed his hand flat against her stomach. His hand was so big that even though his thumb was stroking her navel, his fingertips pressed the soft mound of flesh protecting her clit and she gasped, her hips jerking forward.

“Ángel,” Remmy breathed.

Ángel dropped to his knees in front of her, so that he was between Remmy’s legs. “You are right. I cannot just watch,” he breathed. He bent and sucked in the tip of her breast and Octavia’s back bowed and everything snapped taut as the pleasure tore through her, straight from her nipple to her clit. Her pussy squeezed. She moaned as her arousal built.

Remmy’s fingers tugged at her other breast, teasing and tweaking her nipple. It was overwhelming having both of them tease her at once and Octavia closed her eyes. The teasing was stealing her thoughts. All she could do was hang on and try to make this last.

Then Remmy tore her panties away in a slow, controlled movement that hinted at his great strength. She felt the stitching and the elastic give way, then the fabric itself tore with a low ripping sound. The panties were pulled from her and replaced by Remmy’s hand.

His fingers were resting at the juncture, stroking in little movements that made her hips twitch.

“You’re too close…” Remmy’s voice rumbled against her back. “Ángel.”

Ángel answered by moving his mouth to her other breast. His teeth scraped over the sides of her nipple, then bit gently.

Octavia’s breath evaporated. She began to pant.

More fingers were on her thighs, stroking the insides of them, fluttering up against her pussy. It was not Remmy’s big hand, which had not moved.

Ángel pushed his fingers inside her and she could hear the moist sound they made as they encountered her sopping pussy. The rough, odd shape of his knuckles speared her, caress the sides and sending ripples of building pleasure through her.

Remmy pressed his fingers against her clit and stroked and Octavia cried out. She reached out to hold herself upright and found Ángel’s shoulders.

As their hands and Ángel’s mouth drove her relentlessly toward her climax, Octavia shook and panted in harsh little sounds that strained her throat. She couldn’t control the peak that was coming. It was too strong. All she could do was accept it.

Her head dropped back and she screamed as the orgasm seemed to tear nerves from their roots and squeeze with ferocious delight. The pleasure pumped through her in hot waves.

Even before the lingering climax faded, she felt Remmy lifting her hips, bringing her up. Understanding filtered through her orgasmic blur as she felt Ángel’s hands on her hips.

She opened her eyes as Ángel pressed his cock up against her. He pushed inside her and hissed with pleasure. “Hot…” he breathed. “You’re squeezing me.”

He began to thrust, in hard, deep movements that spoke of his need to come as quickly as she had. There was a deep furrow between his brows, as if he was in pain.

“Harder,” she gasped as the good pressure began to build up once more, ignited by the dying orgasm and what Ángel was doing to her.

Remmy had one hand under the small of her back, helping support her. He squeezed her nipple with the other, rolling it and letting his fingernails scrape across it. It was an extra dollop of pleasure that added to the growing inferno.

Ángel’s cock was ramming into her. Remmy’s hand was on her breast. She was being held up and taken and it was delicious, it was better than anything she had ever experienced before.

She came with another scream, the raw sound mingling with Ángel’s choked groan as he stiffened and came, too. His cock seemed to swell even larger in her and he pumped in little shifts of his hips.

He fell back on his knees, panting, as Remmy lowered her hips. “Take her,” he said. His voice was thick, barely recognizable.

Ángel pulled Octavia toward him, falling back onto the blanket the same way Remmy had done earlier, bringing her over him.

Octavia ended up with her knees on either side of Ángel’s tight hips. Remmy cupped her ass. “That is a lovely view, that is,” he murmured.

“Just as good from here,” Ángel said breathlessly.

Remmy slid into her with one smooth movement. He came to rest and she could feel his pelvis up against her ass and looked over her shoulder at him. He smoothed his hand over her back, making her arch again.

“Take care of our lady,” Remmy said, gripping her hips.

“Absolutely,” Ángel breathed. He reached beneath her and his fingers pressed against her clit, as Remmy began to thrust.

Octavia tried to restore her breath yet Ángel’s hand against her clit and Remmy’s hard cock inside her destroyed her efforts. She was back to panting in shallow little sips.

“Not just me,” she said, between sips.

Ángel’s smile was wicked. “Hmm…” His hand dropped away from her and she could see from the movement of his shoulder that he was reaching farther back.

Remmy groaned. “Now…that…is hardly…
fair!
” he growled. At the same time, his movements became choppy and hurried. “Damn it to hell,” he said with a groan and climaxed with a final hard thrust and grew still inside her. She could feel his cock quivering.

Then he let her go and rolled onto his side on the blanket, breathing heavily. “That was…”

“Good?” Ángel asked, turning his head to look at him.

“Different,” Remmy breathed heavily.

“That means good,” Octavia interpreted. When she thought she could move once more, she got to her knees, then stood up. “I want to feel water on my skin,” she said and headed for the pool.

The water
was
cold, she discovered, especially against her overheated and dusty skin. The chill didn’t last, though. She stepped out deeper into the pool, testing her footing against the rock floor and found it sure. Then she headed directly for the cascade, almost eager to be beneath it and feel the water streaming from her.

The water drummed against her skin. She coiled her hair onto the top of her head, winding it tight so it would stay in place, then let the water roll over the back of her neck, enjoying the cold. She scrubbed at her flesh with her hands, feeling the dirt of the last few days wash away.

The rush of the water was loud here. She couldn’t hear anything beyond it. As she was finishing, she glanced over at the sand, which was almost glowing now the moon was directly overhead.

Remmy and Ángel were on their knees, kissing. Their cocks were both upright and full, almost twining together.

Octavia’s body seemed to come to full alert between one breath and the next. She grew still and watched, her hand on her middle, hardly daring to breathe in case she broke the moment. She wanted it to go on.

Remmy put Ángel on his hands and knees and Octavia moaned. She knew what was coming next and wanted to see it. She wanted to be closer to see better but didn’t move.

Remmy reached into the pocket of his jeans, on the edge of the blanket. He pulled out something. A tube, she realized. Lubricant. Of course.

Ángel closed his eyes, his fingers digging into the blanket and the tendons on his neck flexing as Remmy spread the gel, working it into him with his fingers, pushing deeper and wider.

Then Remmy gripped his hips and eased his cock inside, in a slow, smooth movement.

Octavia swallowed. Her heart was thundering as loudly as the water. She was watching this with no sound. She couldn’t hear their groans or the little erotic sounds they might be making. It didn’t matter. The taut lines of their bodies said everything, anyway.

When Remmy was fully inside him, Ángel lifted himself up, his back arching to keep Remmy inside.

Remmy put his arm around Ángel. He pressed his mouth against the base of Ángel’s neck, his lips moving restlessly.

Ángel raised his hand over his shoulder to touch Remmy’s head.

Then Remmy began to move, his hips working hard, driving himself into Ángel over and over. The tension in them built, their movements quickened.

Remmy’s arm around Ángel’s chest tightened. He bent his head again, only this time he lifted his lips back.

Octavia gasped as she watched two fangs descend, until they were lower than his normal teeth. Remmy bent his head farther and the teeth buried themselves in Ángel’s neck.

Ángel stiffened and this time Octavia
did
hear his cry. It was a guttural, deeply arousing sound. His cock twitched and cum shot from it. His hands fell to hang loosely by his sides. His chest was heaving.

Remmy withdrew his teeth. Octavia watched them disappear once more. Then he licked the two blood puncture marks on Ángel’s neck and they vanished.

Octavia deliberately turned her back on them, hiding her face and any expression that might be on it. It gave her a moment to think, to consider what she had just seen.

She had accepted that Remmy was different, that he wasn’t quite human. Once he had revealed his real nature, he had not bothered to hide those differences. He didn’t sleep. He didn’t get tired. He was immensely strong and had superfast reactions. He could hear well beyond human range.

All these things, she had seen for herself and had accepted as different, as not human.

Until this moment she had not truly understood exactly
how
different he was. In the last twenty-four hours he had progressed from being Bear Dawson, her reserved and sometimes grouchy, super-conservative boss, to Remmy Dalton, deep thinker and now, vampire.

Except he had always been both of those things. He had just hidden them from her. She thought of the nights when she had been forced to meet him in the middle of nowhere in the wee hours of the morning to avoid being seen and how he had always been there, no matter what. He had killed a man once, just to make sure he got there. He had
always
shown.

He had always watched her back. Even when the Garcia cartel had killed him, he had chosen to expose his real nature and come back to find her and get her out, too.

That his real nature was predatory and humans were his natural prey was just one of the things she would have to accept along with everything else about him. All men had faults and weaknesses.

Ángel had seemed to enjoy this vampire facet of Remmy.

Octavia’s body tingled, despite the chill of the water as she considered that.

Remmy’s bite had triggered Ángel’s climax. Was the bite more pleasurable than it appeared? He hadn’t taken blood. There had been none on his teeth or lips, just the two tiny pinpricks on Ángel’s neck, which Remmy had sealed, somehow. So what was the point of biting, if not to feed? It could only be for pleasure….

There was clearly a lot to learn.

Deliberately, she strode out of the water and onto the sand, shaking off the excess water.

Remmy met her at the water’s edge. He took her head in his hands and kissed her soundly. With a smile he let her go and walked into the water himself.

Ángel was laying on the blanket on his side, his head on his arm. He held his other arm out to her and Octavia was more than happy to snuggle up next to him. “Mmm…you’re warm,” she said.

“And you’re lovely and cool,” he replied. He turned her on her side and pulled her up against him so her back was to him and her ass was nestled against his hips. His cock gave a little twitch against her. “And wet,” he added.

He rubbed her flesh, dispelling the water and drying her with quick chafing movements. As she dried, his hand slowed and his touch became more gentle. Stroking.

Long before she was dry, Octavia became aroused. It seemed her capacity for sex had suddenly grown. Was that part of the bonding? Would they all become nymphomaniacs now? If the sex continued to be as delightful as it had been, then she didn’t have anything to complain about.

So she lay and let Ángel tease her, stirring her arousal back to life and her body into a heated need.

He toyed with her breasts, stroking the tips, the sides and the tender flesh beneath. He smoothed his hand over her hip, along the crease at the top of her leg, then into her slit, to explore the heated folds and every tiny fraction of her clit, discovering the most sensitive points.

Octavia’s breathing hurried along and she moved her legs restlessly, squeezing his hand.

Ángel kissed her neck. “I would bite you if I could,” he breathed.

“Did it feel as good as it looked?” she asked. It took two breaths to get the question out.

“Better,” he said, his voice warm. “I would give you that pleasure if I knew how.”

“You do. You have,” she assured him.

“And I will try again now.” He pushed her top knee forward, so that it was bent at ninety degrees. He stroked her cleft from that side and she sucked in a breath.

“You like?” he asked as he pressed his fingers inside her.

“Yes.” She gasped as he pulled his fingers out and drew them backward. The tip of one pressed against her ass.

Her nerves quivered. “Oh, yes,” she repeated.

His hand lifted away, then returned and this time she could feel the difference. He was spreading gel. He eased his fingers inside her and Octavia made herself relax. Anal sex was nothing new to her, yet
everything
with these two seemed new and always surprised her.

Ángel gripped her hip and pressed up against her. Her muscles clenched and she breathed out again, consciously relaxing. Ángel pressed deeper, sliding inside her with slow steadiness, spreading her open.

Octavia closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. When cold drops of water fell on her shoulder, she looked up.

Remmy settled on his knees next to her. His gaze was on what Ángel was doing to her and his cock was as stiff as it had been when they had taken his jeans off him.

“Join us,” Ángel said, his voice hoarse.

Remmy lay on his side facing her and lifted her knee over his damp hip. “With pleasure,” he whispered and pressed his cock up against her crowded pussy entrance. “Watch me,” he told her and pushed deeper.

The sensation of being opened up and of being completely filled, was almost overwhelming. Even though they were doing nothing to her, Octavia’s breath grew ragged and her pleasure spiraled. She gripped Remmy’s arm. “Oh…my…God,” she breathed. “I think I might come just from the two of you being inside me.”