SeduceMe (10 page)

Yet Shana refused to give into any niggling negative
thoughts that crept in on her, threatening to make her feel exposed and unsure
of herself. This was normal, she told herself. It was perfectly normal for her
to be aroused. Perfectly normal for her to be excited by these two people and
the wonderfully evocative things they did to her.

Interestingly, she barely had to convince herself of this.
When the tips of Jane’s fingers massaged her clit in a circular motion, with
just the right amount of pressure, all thoughts of awkwardness and ineptitude
fled her brain—to be replaced by sexual cravings she’d never experienced
before, along with desires and needs and the yearning for sexual fulfillment
that went well beyond a few sexy, forbidden kisses.

Jane’s fingertips pressed against her clit and rubbed
faster, making Shana gasp. Her toes curled in her sandals and her pulse raced.
She bit down on her lower lip, fighting the throaty moans welling within her.
Her fingers gripped the satin material pooled around her hips as Jane’s hands
moved to her inner thighs and held them in place, keeping them spread wide
open. Her tongue flicked Shana’s clit again, making her hips jerk and causing a
sharp cry to fall from her lips, despite her best efforts to keep quiet.

As though encouraged by Shana’s response, Jane’s tongue fluttered
over the super-sensitive bud between Shana’s legs like butterfly wings. The
ministrations were rapid, featherlight and oh so tantalizing.

Jane kept at it, making Shana squirm in her seat. Nothing
had ever felt so amazing. So beautiful. So enticing. It made her want so much
more.

Her hips lifted off the sofa as she pressed her mound more
firmly against Jane’s mouth. In turn, Jane’s tongue licked her with a bit more
pressure against her clit. Then Jane suckled the swollen pearl and Shana felt a
hot spark deep in her cunt that made her inner walls clench, as though seeking
something she no longer considered elusive. Jane had already told her Drake
wanted to be inside her, and she could hardly wait to feel his cock filling and
stretching her.

She opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder, finding
him standing behind the sofa, staring at her with need reflected in his dark
irises. And it wasn’t just the need to sate his own lust. It was also the need
to pleasure her. He wanted to touch her—she could see the desire written all
over his handsome face, particularly in the hard set of his jaw.

She smiled softly at him, wanting with every fiber of her
being to feel his hands on her body, but not knowing exactly how to issue the
invitation. Apparently, she succeeded with just a look, because he placed both
of his large hands on her bare shoulders and then slid them slowly down the
front of her until he palmed her breasts.

His touch was nothing short of thrilling, making her grind
her pelvis, silently begging for more from Jane in hopes of taking the edge off
the mounting pressure deep in her pussy. Jane did not disappoint, sending
Shana’s desire to all-new heights.

Drake was cautiously gentle with her and his forced
restraint was sexy as hell. She could feel how badly he wanted her, how much he
wanted to touch her in ways she’d never been touched before, with no need for
holding back. She knew this by the way he faltered slightly, massaging her
breasts more firmly than he’d obviously intended before reeling himself in. The
temporary loss of control, followed by the soothing touches, left her hot and
bothered. She wanted desperately to throw caution to the wind and be reckless.
Encourage him to be reckless right along with her.

But that craving walked hand in hand with a small amount of
fear. Did she really know what she was getting herself into here with two
vampires?

Not even wanting to ponder that question, she released the
fists full of satin material she’d held captive all this time and placed her
hands over Drake’s, conveying her need for him to continue what he was
doing—and silently imploring him not to hold back.

She would have liked for the sofa cushion to not be between
them, so she could feel her back pressed to his chest. But he maneuvered
efficiently with his long arms, and when he squeezed her breasts again and then
whisked his thumbs over her hard nipples, she thought she’d died and gone to
heaven.

With Jane between her legs, driving her wild with the way
she teased Shana’s clit with her tongue, then sucked it gently into her mouth,
and Drake’s hands alternately kneading her breasts and toying with the nipples,
she felt a ripple of excitement along her spine. The exhilaration escalated as
Drake’s lips grazed her neck. She sighed with sheer delight and shuddered from
the intimate caress.

In her ear, he whispered, “You’ll come for Jane, won’t you?”

A burst of red-hot sensation between her legs made her gasp.
She stared at him, their eyes locked. She could read so many emotions in his
gaze—such raw and real emotions that she had to ask, “Is that really want you
want?”

He shook his head. He shifted quickly, snaking one arm
between her back and the sofa so he could palm her breast while the other hand
slid down the material still covering her midsection.

“No. I want you to come for
us
.”

Jane released her clit from between her lips. As though she
knew Drake’s intentions, she slowly worked a finger into Shana’s pussy as two
of Drake’s fingers covered her clit and massaged it frantically, with more
pressure than Jane had applied.

“Oh!” Shana felt another burst of erotic sensations deep
within her as all the foreign yet unbelievably scorching-hot feelings converged
and ignited inside her.

Her eyes closed again and she gave herself over to her two
lovers, allowing herself to experience every glorious thing they did to her.

Jane worked a second finger into her pussy as Drake rubbed
her clit and massaged her breast, cradling her in his strong semi-embrace.
Shana lifted her hand to her other breast and squeezed it the way he had
previously, then tugged on the nipple when he rolled the other one still in his
grasp.

His breath was warm against her neck and came in heavy
pulls, as though he was as excited as she was. Hardly possible, she thought.
She felt tingly all over and her skin burned with a sexual fever she’d never
known before. Jane’s fingers pumped in and out of her, sending her barreling
toward a ragged edge with the help of Drake’s skilled touch on her clit.

Her body moved in a way that was unfamiliar to her, responding
to the sensual ministrations and the crazy-wicked sensations coursing through
her. Her hips rolled and undulated in rhythm with Jane and Drake’s strokes.
When they increased the tempo, she followed their lead, grinding her hips and
taking everything they gave her.

Short pants of air rushed from her parted lips and her heart
hammered in her chest. The tension within her mounted, building to a crescendo
she knew would be explosive. She longed for the release, but wasn’t willing to
give into the beauty of the moment just yet.

As she let her body respond naturally, not holding anything
back, Drake’s lips grazed her throat and he whispered, “That’s it, love. Let us
pleasure you.”

“It feels so, so good.”

His tongue stroked a sensitive spot on her neck, revealing
an erogenous zone she’d known nothing about. She moaned and tilted her head to
the side, giving him better access, which he took.

“I won’t bite you,” he promised as his mouth did magical
things to her exposed skin.

Drowning in lustful sensations, Shana hadn’t even considered
the potential repercussions of letting a vampire so close to her jugular. But
she trusted him—and was clearly too far down the path to sexual bliss to push
him away. Not that she wanted him to move even a millimeter away from her. No,
she was racing toward the brilliant light at the end of what had once been a
dark and lonely tunnel like a runaway locomotive, and she had no desire to put
the brakes on.

In fact, she demanded in a breathy voice, “More.” She arched
her back and her hips gyrated in time with the beating of her heart and the
throbbing of her pulse.

Jane’s fingers withdrew from her wet pussy and, instead,
Drake’s longer, thicker one eased into the tight canal. Shana cried out from
the sweet invasion, so much more forceful and filling than Jane’s slender
fingers and controlled rhythm.

With the heel of his hand rubbing her clit and his finger
stroking her inner walls, which clenched and released as her arousal escalated,
she knew it was impossible to revel much longer in the hot, searing feelings
consuming her. The fireball between her legs blazed bright and when Drake’s
tongue flicked over that ultra-responsive spot on her neck, the fiery
sensations erupted, making her cry out his name as she came.

Her hips lifted off the sofa again as Drake’s finger plunged
deeper and she squeezed it tight.

“Oh God, yes,” she groaned as every nerve ending inside her
sizzled and her body quaked from head to toe. She bit down on her lower lip and
kept her eyes shut as she savored every second of her orgasm, never so
blissfully sated.

When Drake’s finger pulled slowly out of her throbbing cunt,
she whimpered in protest, not willing to give up the intimate connection she
shared with him.

He chuckled softly and murmured, “That’s the spirit.”

Her eyelids fluttered open just as Jane sat next to her and
pulled Shana to her. Much to her surprise, her passion sprang to life again, a
now-familiar craving welling within her.

She kissed Jane, tasting herself on the other woman’s lips,
making the gesture all the more erotic. Her hands cupped Jane’s small,
teardrop-shaped breasts and squeezed them gently. Then she dragged her mouth
from the cool lips she enjoyed feeling against hers and dipped her head,
flicking her tongue over Jane’s hard, rose-colored nipple.

“You’re making me ridiculously wet,” Jane said in a lusty
tone.

Shana grinned up at her. “Thank God I’m not the only one
with damp panties.” Her tone turned playful as she added, “Oh wait. You’re not
wearing panties.”

Jane laughed. A light, airy sound laced with anticipation.

Shana knelt on her knees before the other woman. She spread
Jane’s legs wide and, mimicking Jane’s previous actions—thinking that was the
best way to ensure she was doing this properly—she leaned in close and whisked
her tongue along dewy, slightly puffy pussy lips. Jane sucked in a breath and
Shana repeated the action, first licking one side and then the other.

“Perfect,” Jane muttered lustily.

Encouraged, Shana used the pads of two fingers to massage
Jane’s clit, rubbing her in a slow, circular motion as her tongue explored
Jane’s cool flesh. Other than a faint hint of perfume, Jane didn’t have a
particular smell to her, most likely because she was a vampire. And while her
skin was snowy in color and temperature, it responded to Shana’s touch just as
a human’s would. The pale color took on a soft pink tinge as Shana continued to
lick and massage, and it heated a degree or two and stayed moist with Jane’s
arousal and Shana’s attentiveness.

When Jane moaned—a deep, throaty sound that echoed in the
quiet room—Shana’s own arousal heightened. She rubbed the clit beneath her
fingertips a bit faster, with a bit more pressure, causing Jane’s hips to roll
and buck. Then she spread Jane’s lips with her fingers and flicked her tongue
over the swollen bud until Jane moaned again, this time sharply, as though what
Shana did to her drove her wild.

The idea of pleasuring Jane—really and truly bringing her
pleasure—thrilled her. Shana’s new friend had given her a special gift, helping
to strip away some of her insecurities she’d been saddled with the whole of her
life—enough so Shana could allow both Jane and Drake to bring her to orgasm.
And what a glorious sensation that had been!

She wanted to return the favor, but even more than that, she
wanted to share this intimacy with them, which went far beyond just physical
pleasure.

And, admittedly, she was fascinated by the mind and body’s
response to sexual stimulation.

As she gently suckled Jane’s clit, Drake knelt beside her.
His large hands gathered up her long strands of hair and pulled them away from
her face. He watched her licking Jane’s pussy, desire burning in his eyes,
exciting her even more. Finally, Drake draped her mass of hair over one
shoulder and bent his head to her neck. He kissed that special spot below her
ear and Shana sighed in pure ecstasy.

But he didn’t stop with the simple, though highly effective
gesture. His lips trailed down her throat and swept over her shoulder. His
mouth was warmer than Jane’s had been when Shana had kissed her and she found
the contrasting temperatures interesting. He wasn’t as warm as a human, nor was
he as cool as Jane.

His tongue and lips lightly brushed her skin, making her
shudder. She savored the tingly sensations he evoked as she continued to make
Jane writhe and moan.

Drake’s mouth moved back to Shana’s ear and he whispered,
“Slide your finger into her pussy and make her come.”

“Oh God, yes,” Jane said in a breathy voice.

A wicked thrill shot down Shana’s spine at the naughty
suggestion. Wanting to make Jane feel as deliciously good as she did, Shana
carefully eased a finger into the other woman’s tight cunt. Jane’s hips lifted
off the cushion and she cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her lips
parted and her breath came in sharp little pants. Her eyes closed and her back
arched as her body responded to Shana’s ministrations.

She pumped her finger in and out of Jane’s pussy while
flicking her clit with her tongue.

“That’s it,” Jane said before moaning. “That feels so good.”

Spurred on by Jane’s words and her reaction to Shana’s
inexperienced touch, Shana diligently worked Jane into a sexual frenzy that had
the other woman nearly thrashing about on the sofa as her inner walls squeezed
Shana’s finger and she ground her mound against Shana’s lips.