SeduceMe (9 page)

“You say all the right things,” she told Shana.

“If that’s true, it’s a first.” She coaxed Jane’s head
closer to hers and whispered, “Though I’d really prefer not to talk right now.”

She kissed Jane. An obviously scorching-hot lip-lock that
left Jane breathless when she finally pulled away.

No longer toying with Drake or needing to take the seduction
slowly, Jane’s head dipped to Shana’s chest and she swept her tongue over a
tight nipple, making Shana’s body jolt.

Jane didn’t hold back. She palmed Shana’s breasts and
pressed them together, then she licked and sucked one nipple while rolling the
other between her finger and thumb. Shana’s head rested against the mound of
pillows in the corner of the sofa and her eyelids closed again, as though she’d
just willingly given herself over to whatever sensations Jane evoked. As though
she’d just freed herself of her own bonds and was accepting of the pleasure
another woman wanted to bring her.

Drake found the silent surrender as provocative as it was
significant. She trusted them.

Her faith in what transpired between the three of them
helped him to rein in some of his riotous emotions. He stood and moved to the
opposite end of the sofa, still just an observer, but he studied every nuance
of how Shana responded to Jane’s touch and how she tamped down her insecurities
to allow herself to be free enough to enjoy everything Jane did to her.

The tip of Jane’s tongue feverishly flicked the rosy bud
against her lips until Shana was squirming beneath her and moaning softly.

Then one of Jane’s small hands slid over the shimmery
material covering Shana’s stomach, moving lower until her fingers reached the
bare skin exposed by the slit in Shana’s dress.

Drake’s fingers burned to sweep over the naked flesh the way
Jane’s did, first brushing lightly over the top of Shana’s thigh, then dipping
between her slightly parted legs to caress the sensitive inner portion of her
thigh. Shana’s body trembled, a visible vibration Drake somehow felt deep in
his core. His internal heat spiked, not a common occurrence for a vampire. It
was as though he’d been singed to the very depths of the soul he questioned
whether or not existed. It wasn’t supposed to, but how else could he explain
his humanity and the need to restrain his natural instincts when such a
compelling woman stirred his senses and made him desperate to have her?

Fighting all his sexually aggressive tendencies was no easy
feat. He found himself popping off the buttons of his shirt as he pulled apart
the flap and yanked the hem from the waist of his suit pants. He truly was a
raging inferno of lust and longing.

When Jane’s fingertips lightly grazed Shana’s pussy lips
through the thin material of her panties, Shana’s eyes flew wide open and she
bolted upright. Her long, thick curls spilled over her shoulders and her chest
heaved.

“Oh my God!”

Drake and Jane both froze in place. But Shana didn’t
retreat. It wasn’t as if she’d just realized what they were all truly up to—he
could see the fiery excitement still blazing in her eyes. No, the way she
stared at them both—first at Drake over Jane’s shoulder and then at Jane—made
him think she’d just gotten a very good idea of how stimulating this rendezvous
could be.

Indeed, she detangled her fingers from Jane’s hair and
fisted her hands, then opened them, stretching her fingers. A ripple of something
dark and wondrous seemed to shimmy down her spine as she wiggled in her seat.
And then she did something completely unexpected to them both—mostly Jane.

She twined her fingers in the thin straps that sat on Jane’s
shoulders and pulled the flimsy material down her arms. Not missing a beat,
Jane yanked her limbs from the confining straps mere seconds before Shana
pushed the rest of the skimpy top down to Jane’s waist.

There appeared to be no hesitancy or shame in Shana’s next
move. She did exactly as Jane had done to her earlier, palming Jane’s small
breasts, squeezing them lightly, then dropping her head to Jane’s chest to lick
and suck one nipple and then the other.

“Oh,” Jane said on a lusty sigh, whatever erotic sensations
Shana evoked clearly catching her off guard. Her hands gripped Shana’s
shoulders, holding her to her as the other woman continued to tease and suckle
her nipples. “That feels heavenly.”

Jane’s head dipped and her lips grazed Shana’s black hair as
her fingers threaded through the silky-looking strands. All the while, Shana
enthusiastically tongued Jane’s nipple and then drew it into her mouth. Jane
pressed Shana’s head to her breast, silently encouraging her to suck harder, to
not let up.

“I’m going to do that to your clit,” Jane whispered. “Until
you beg to feel my fingers in your cunt. And then Drake’s cock.”

Shana released the nipple between her lips and stared at
Jane, the heat arcing between them. The desire raging within them was palpable
even to the bystander Drake.

Jane reached for the zipper at the back of her skirt and
barely had it down the track before Shana shoved the material over Jane’s slim
hips. They worked together to divest Jane of her top, skirt and shoes, and then
Shana’s fingers twisted around the strands of Jane’s miniscule thong panties
and she slid the scant material down Jane’s bare thighs.

When Jane was naked, she reached for the folded-down
material just beneath Shana’s breast.

But Shana was quick to grip her wrists. “No,” she said in a
firm voice. “Please, don’t.”

The flicker of self-doubt and the hint of past pains in her
amber eyes made both Jane and Drake start.

“But you’re so beautiful,” Jane said in a raw tone. “I want
to see all of you.”

Drake’s gut clenched again, overriding his passion, bringing
down the sexual fever a few degrees.

He said, “Don’t push, Jane.” Though he desperately wanted to
see all of Shana too. Every stunning, glorious inch of her. But he could read
her alarmed expression so easily, he had to say, “Let her decide when it’s
right.”

And he silently prayed she would indeed reach that point
where she felt comfortable—and sexy—enough to reveal all of herself to them. To
bare her body as easily as she’d bared her soul earlier, when she’d confessed
her insecurities.

“Understand, please,” she murmured to Jane, who nodded her
head.

“Of course. But…allow me one indulgence?”

Shana’s gaze shifted from Jane to Drake. He worked the
tension from his jaw and gave her a slight nod. Not one of approval in the
sense that she needed to clear it with him—he had no control over her actions,
no right to claim he did either. Rather, he knew innately she sought his
counsel on what Jane might have in mind—and what effect it would have on
Shana’s image issues, because he’d so quickly recognized her distress for what
it was. And, of course, she’d sought reassurance from him because he knew Jane
so well.

He said, in a rougher voice than he’d ever heard coming from
himself, “She only wants to please you. And sate her desire for you.”

It was pure hell to basically hand her over to Jane. But he
knew Jane would only do things that brought Shana pleasure. He and Jane were of
like minds, after all.

Shana’s look turned grateful before her gaze dropped to
Jane. “It’s not you,” she said in a contrite tone. “It’s me. My problems with
me, specifically.”

“You can’t cure that overnight,” Jane said in an empathetic
tone. “I get that. But when you forget about the way you
think
people
see you and, instead, you
feel
their response to you… Oh my God.” She
let out a long sigh. “You have no idea how truly passionate you are when you
let go of all of those damning thoughts that are, I assure you, unwarranted.”

Shana’s lips pressed together for a moment. Drake saw the
prickle of pain she felt as her eyes blinked rapidly, as though fighting off
tears. He wanted to jump in and reassure her too, but this wasn’t a moment
between him and Shana. This was a pivotal point between her and the physical
replication of her childhood nemesis—the petite women she’d envied and had felt
shunned by and inferior to.

Drake knew he could spew an endless litany of flattering
sentiments—all true and heartfelt—but they wouldn’t quite repair the damage the
way similar sentiments coming from Jane could.

So, once again he remained on the fringes. A difficult place
to linger. A torturous restraint, really, that made him realize how important
this woman was to him. Whatever he’d thought he and Jane were up to this
evening had swiftly morphed into something entirely different when they’d
learned all the intricacies of the situation.

Now he better understood the reasons why Shana had retreated
into herself. But as much as he was dying to remedy all that ailed her, he had
to recognize—and accept—his own limitations in the matter. He had to take a
step back and see that what plagued her was not so much about being snubbed by
men—which he could certainly make up for given how attracted he was to her and
how desperately he wanted to shelter her from any hurt feelings—but that she’d
felt insignificant when compared to other women. Women who looked like Jane.

Given all of this, he stayed rooted where he was. The
outsider looking in, though the occasional glances that came his way from Shana
provided a hint of relief as they confirmed she was still as fascinated by and
as drawn to him as he was her.

But she too recognized the intimacy between her and Jane for
what it was. A cleansing of sorts, yes. More specifically, though, he sensed
the attraction on Shana’s part went far beyond the need for acceptance. Despite
her vampire strength, Jane’s size conveyed fragility and delicacy. But her
passion knew no bounds and that passion obviously called to Shana’s.

How could he possibly deny her an ounce of fulfillment, even
if it was delivered by someone other than him?

“You obsess over stuff even more than I do.”

Her voice broke into his ruminations. He glanced up from the
fireplace he’d briefly been unseeingly staring at to find Shana’s gaze on him
again.

He said, “I’m trying very hard to see all of this for what
it truly is.”

She nodded. “Hard to process all at once, but…” Her eyes
drifted to Jane. “I have to stop looking so hard and start…feeling. Right?”

Drake couldn’t see Jane’s grin, but he could sense it.

“Let me help you,” she said.

Shana nodded.

Drake’s fists clenched at his sides once more. This was more
difficult than he’d imagined. But he said nothing. He let Jane take the lead
again.

Her hands disappeared under the silver material around
Shana’s upper thighs, where the slit ended. When Shana lifted slightly off the
sofa cushion, Jane pushed the material up to Shana’s waist. Then she swiftly
dragged the thong Shana wore down her legs.

The faint scent of Shana’s arousal filled Drake’s nose the
way it had earlier, downstairs. He inhaled deeply, letting the provocative
aroma mingle with the smell of her blood and the body wash or lotion she used.
The fragrant bouquet was intoxicating.

Jane seemed to feel the same, because she pulled in a deep
breath and then let it out slowly, along with a low moan. Her hands splayed
over Shana’s thighs and she spread them wide as she knelt on the floor and
positioned herself between them.

Shana settled back against the mound of pillows, a look of
anticipation on her face, along with a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. Drake
read her expression for what it was. She wasn’t worried about what Jane was
about to do to her. She was worried about how to respond correctly to it, still
holding herself in check, still agonizing over being normal—as she saw it.

He could appreciate her concern, though he believed it was needless.
Unable to let her agonize a second longer over her doubts and worries, he
rounded the sofa and knelt behind her. Though he easily could have touched
her—what with there being nothing more than the back of the couch in his way—he
kept his hands to himself.

But he leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “Close your
eyes.”

She did as he instructed.

“Don’t think. Just feel.”

She nodded.

A second later, Jane’s head dipped and her tongue swept over
Shana’s pussy lips, giving her the first taste of the most intimate part of
this woman’s body. Her head snapped up. Her tongue swiped her own lips and he
caught the sharp tip of a protruding fang.

Drake sprang to his feet, ready to intervene.

But Jane’s visage changed so quickly—from ravenous predator
to lustful lover—that he crouched back down, still behind Shana, who sucked in
a ragged breath of air between her parted lips. She was completely unaware of
the tense and potentially dangerous moment she’d unwittingly elicited.

Drake shot Jane a look and her eyes practically rolled into
the back of her head from pure ecstasy. He bit back a groan.

This was a mistake. He’d known it all along. The woman they
were both intensely attracted to not only smelled sinfully delicious, but
clearly she
tasted
that way as well.

And there were two vampires in the room with her who both
wanted to feast upon her.

Chapter Six

Shana’s body had tensed the second the tip of Jane’s tongue
made contact with her pussy lips—a highly sensitive part of her body no one’s
lips had ever touched. But she’d forced herself to remain still. She’d kept her
eyes shut and had concentrated on how the forbidden kiss felt, not the fact
that she was overwhelmingly self-conscious about being bare
down there
.

A few moments had passed as, she assumed, Jane let her
assimilate to the new sensation. Then she felt Jane’s cool, supple fingers rub
her labia in long, slow strokes. She was already wet. Had, in fact, been
embarrassed when Jane had removed her panties, because she knew they were damp.
And now she knew how it was possible for Drake to have smelled her womanly
scent when they were downstairs. They were vampires, and so of course they
could smell and sense how utterly and fantastically turned-on she was.