The Naughty Angel and Her Three Very Wise Men: A Christmas Ménage (2 page)

“Thank you.” Annabelle reached for her drink as Marcus scooted her drink closer to her. Their fingers touched briefly and an electric charge surged through her. Her gaze met his and he smiled. Sandy flipped her phone closed and sighed. “Well, I hate to do this, but Mom is having one of her panic attacks again. You guys stay. Annabelle, I'll see you tomorrow. We're still on for shopping, right?” Sandy slid on her coat without waiting for an answer and grabbed the tickets, stuffing them in her purse. “Can't lose these now, can we? It was nice to finally meet you, Marcus. Lance, I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to talk to you, but I'm sure the both of you will keep my friend occupied. She has a habit of hibernating at home.” Sandy laughed and headed towards the door without looking back.

Annabelle's stomach knotted and her face heated up once again. She couldn't believe Sandy had just left her high and dry. “If you two have plans, you don't have to worry about me. I have that story waiting for me, anyway.” She tried to get up, but Marcus stopped her once again by placing his hand on her shoulder. “Oh, no, you don't. I want to hear all about this story that's coming out in print next week.” Marcus scooted closer to her body and Lance slid his chair to the other side of her. “Plus, I'd like to get to know you better. We both would.” “There's not much to tell.” She took a sip of her drink. “Older woman meets a hunky young man, turns out he's a vampire. Then his brother shows up and he is also the woman's mate. Someone's out to destroy her, then they come and rescue her.” Her voice squeaked the last part. “Really, a ménage? How interesting. Tell us a little about yourself, Annabelle. How come we've never seen you in person at work? Are you married?” Lance asked. She turned and gazed into his intense eyes. “I work in personnel, and I'm in the process of getting a divorce. That is, if the weasel will sign the papers.” She chugged the last of her drink. “Your company is big. I'm sure there are a number of employees you haven't met.” She noticed he also had deep green eyes, but for some reason she knew he would be the more dangerous one if anyone crossed him.
Okay, where did that come from?
I've got to get out of here.
“So you're a free woman? You have no boyfriends?” Marcus whispered in her ear, his lips pulled on her earlobe. Heat rushed through her body as she turned to look at him. “Well, I'm sort of free. No…there are no men in my life right now.” Her hands fiddled with her cup. “Have you ever met a vampire, Annabelle? Would you like to meet one?” Lance asked. His hand gently slid on her knee and traced underneath the trim of her skirt.

What were they doing?
Her panties were soaked. “No, I've never met any that I know of, but, yes, I would love to meet one.” Her voice sounded strained even to her.

Lance pushed his hand further up under her skirt and rubbed her thigh, making her jump, but he continued his journey up. “What if we were to tell you that we're vampires, and that we want you? Would you run away scared?” Marcus teased, pulling her chin towards him and gazing into her eyes. “We want to take you home with us tonight. I want to explore every inch of your lush body.” His lips softly kissed hers.

Lance's fingers rubbed against her damp panties. “You're wet. I can smell your sweet scent. Answer the question, Annabelle.” He nibbled on the back side of her neck.

She couldn't believe they were doing this, right here in public.
Did she want a one-night stand with these two studs? Hell, yes! Eat your heart out, Dave!
Leaning into Marcus's kiss, her hands moved up his chest and grasped onto his shirt. “Yes, make me forget for one night. Give me the inspiration to write more stories,” she whispered into Marcus's mouth.

He slid his tongue inside her mouth, and held her head in between his big hands while he devoured her. One of them used their feet to spread her legs under the table, as Lance slipped his long fingers under her panties, and pushed two digits into her pussy.

“I can't wait to taste your juices,” Lance said into her neck, his fangs scraping her collarbone and sending a chill down her spine. “But I want to see you come here, in a room full of people. Let's see how much control you have, shall we?” he teased. All she could do was moan. Marcus moved his body closer to hers and blocked the bar patrons’ view of her. He yanked her silk blouse out of her skirt and trailed his hand under it. His large warm hands moved up to her breasts, molding them in his hands. “Your breasts are so full, just right for us.” He grabbed her nipple through her bra and pinched it. “Come on his hand for us, Annabelle. Give us a taste of what is to come later.” Marcus drew back and watched. Juices slipped down to the crack of her ass. Lance pushed three fingers into her pussy, hard-fucking her with his hand. “Do you know what I'm going to do to you in the car? I'm going to rip these panties off you, spread your legs, and fist you all the way home while we suck your juices. Have you ever had a man's whole hand up your pussy, Annabelle? Marcus is going to prepare that ass of yours for our cocks.” Lance bit down on her neck. His fangs pierced her skin, and he drank from her.
His fangs, oh God, they were really vampires.

The noise from the bar faded to nothing, numbness settled over her, and she gripped Marcus's arms, her nails digging into his arm as her body tensed up. Her cry would have been heard, but Marcus covered her mouth again with his. Never had she had an orgasm like this in her life. Her whole body shook. She wanted to scream with joy, but she controlled herself. Never had she thought being in public would turn her on so much, but then again, never had she been with two hot studs. “I can see you don't have much control, but that's okay. We'll take care of you.” Marcus nipped her lip; a drop of blood dripped down her chin. Marcus swirled his tongue across it. His gaze held hers. “You like the thought of being seen in public. Good, we have many surprises for you.”

Lance closed the holes in her neck with a flick of his tongue, and removed his fingers from her pussy. “I'll go pay the bill and have the car pulled up front.” He sucked on his fingers before he got up, closing his eyes. “You taste of cinnamon and apples, my favorites.” He kissed her lips and stood. She barely heard him, but could taste herself on her lips. Marcus nodded and pulled back as he rearranged her skirt and blouse. “Do you think you can walk?” He smiled. She nodded. “Give me a minute. Wow.” She gathered her purse and reached for her coat, but Marcus grabbed it. “You'll not need this now. The limo is waiting and, in case you don't remember, you'll be naked in two minutes. Do you have a car here?” His lips grazed hers. “Um, no. I walked.” He stood, still holding her hand. He gently pulled her out of her chair and wrapped his arm around her waist. “We'll bring you home tomorrow morning. I know you have plans with Sandy.” He escorted her through the crowd of people and to the door leading outside. Fresh snow covered the ground and the wind whipped around. People walked past the doors as they waited. Annabelle's neck tingled where Lance had bitten her. Never in her life had she let anyone touch her like that in public. She'd never even slept with someone she'd just met, but for one night she was willing to do anything to have her fantasy.
My early Christmas present to myself. Eat your heart out, Dave.
A big black limo waited for them. The door to the limo opened and Lance nodded to Marcus from inside it. Marcus smiled down at her and moved her outside, blocking the wind from her body. Lance patted the seat inside the car as he scooted over, making room for them. Lance's long legs stretched out in front of him. Skimming her gaze up his legs, Annabelle couldn't help but notice his thick cock that stretched the black leather pants he wore.
Oh yeah, I am going to have fun.
She licked her lips, hoping for a chance to suck that cock.

Marcus groaned next to her. “Come on, Annabelle, it's time to make some of those stories come true.” He helped her to the limo.

* * * *

Marcus stared down at the dark-haired beauty in his arms. He and Lance had been searching for their mate for more than three hundred years. Who would have thought that she had been working for them for the last five? He grinned, and his fangs poked out of his mouth and caught his lower lip. “Annabelle.” Her name rolled off his tongue like silk. Even his twin had a hard time not pouncing on her the moment he'd drifted over to her table. Now that they had found their mate, they had to make sure nothing happened to her. They would have to be on guard twenty-four hours against their newest enemies, the demons, who had decided to make a home in New York. Of all the worlds they could have come to, they had to come to Earth. Twice in the past three weeks they had killed four of their clan who had been trying to stir up trouble, but so far he and Lance had kept the killings quiet, taking action only when needed.

His brother scanned the street ahead of them and nodded to indicate it was okay to proceed. Soon she would be theirs, but first they needed to prepare her for the transformation. Many humans died during the conversion, but he was positive it would work for their mate. With their ancient blood helping her, it would be quick and not drawn out, but they would have to wait till after the first of the year. He sighed. Of all times to find her, she had to show up when their free time was scarce.

Butterflies played racquetball in her stomach as warm firm hands guided her to the limo door, which opened from the inside.
I can do this!
Lance held out his hand and smiled. “Are you ready to live out your fantasies?” His deep and hypnotic voice only whetted her appetite. “We promise to have you home tomorrow morning, for now.”

“Annabelle!”

Her body tensed and she turned to glare at her ex-husband. He stepped up to her and Marcus with his two bimbos behind him. Dave was wearing his black leather bomber jacket zipped partway, showing off his muscled chest, which she knew he was displaying to impress the sluts behind him. “What do you want, Dave? Haven't you done enough? Just leave me alone. I'm busy.” Her body shook and her voice dripped with hatred, but she didn't care. She rubbed her arms as a gust of wind ran up her skirt, once again making her nipples hard. Dave's gaze dropped down to her breasts and he licked his lips. “Trying to show off those large nipples?” He laughed. “Did you hire male prostitutes for the night? I know no sane man would want to touch that fat body.”

Anger and embarrassment rushed through her, and she flinched as if physically struck. For the last two years, Dave had insulted her, trying to break her down, make her believe she was nothing but a fat cow. Marcus tightened his arm around her as Lance stepped out of the limo and in front of her.

“What do you want, Dave? I won't stand here and play your little games with you.” She stepped out of Marcus's arms and stepped in front of him next to Lance, blocking his view of Dave.

Dave stepped up in front of her. “I've contacted my lawyer. It seems you held back the fact you have a new book coming out. I deserve half of the profits. I had to support your fat ass while you wrote it.” He wrapped his arms around the two bimbos he lived with, flaunting them. She turned around and faced Marcus and Lance, who didn't say a word. “I'm sorry our evening is ruined, but I won't be able to accompany you tonight.” Turning, she glared at Dave, putting her hands on her hips. “If you think for one minute you're going to touch what little I get from my book, think again, asshole. You've already have the house. Be happy with that.” Her body flushed even though the cold winter wind swirled around them. She would be damned if she let the tears fall. She wouldn't give Dave power over her again. Strong warm arms wrapped around her from behind. Marcus held her against his body and wouldn't let her move. Lance stepped in front of her and hid her from Dave's view, but she peeked around his body. “If we ever hear you insult Annabelle again, we will ripe your throat out.” Muscles tightened in Lance's back. His hand wrapped around Dave's throat. “You don't want us as enemies. You will leave her alone. I suggest you take your tramps and leave.” Lance shoved Dave back and sent all three of them falling onto their butts into the snow. Never had anyone stood up for her, expect her family. “Lance, you don't have to do this. Marcus, stop him. It's not worth it.” She looked back at Marcus, then at Lance, who turned to her.

“I see we have more to work on than I thought.” Lance's eyes flared with fire. “You, my dear, will learn never to doubt your self-worth.” He traced a finger down her cheek. “Get in the limo, Annabelle. It's time we start the lessons now,” Marcus ordered and led her to the door. She turned around and faced them. “Wait, what are you talking about? Lessons? This was just a one-night stand. You know, fantasy, erotic dreams. You don't have to worry about me.” Her words rambled on, but they ignored her. Marcus turned her back towards the limo and pushed her into it, following her inside. Lance crawled in behind them and closed the door. It was deathly quiet as the limo took off down the street. Annabelle squirmed in the leather seat. Both men sat across from her and stared. Marcus pulled off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. “For the first lesson, this is not a one-night stand. We don't do this every day, and even thinking we would deserves punishment. Do you know anything of our kind, what mates are?” Marcus pulled her onto his lap. He untied her braid and ran his fingers through her long brown hair.

The thought of punishment raced through her body and excited her like nothing else had. Would they spank her?

Lance started to unbutton her shirt. “Answer the question, Annabelle. You already have one punishment coming. Don't make us punish you twice tonight.” He slipped her shirt off and reached up, unsnapping the front clasp of her bra. His greedy eyes gazed upon her large breasts. He pulled off the bra and reached down to her skirt. Once again he slipped his fingers under the hem. She tried to cover herself, but Marcus pulled her hands down, trapping them by her side. “Um, no, I don't know much about vampires. What are you doing, Lance?” She tried to move out of Marcus's lap, but he held her tight against his body. Lance reached all the way up her skirt and pulled her panties down. He brought them up to his nose and smelled them, rubbing them against his face. “Your unique scent is driving me nuts.” He stuffed the panties into his shirt pocket. Marcus reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. “We're preparing you for your punishment,” he said and lifted her by the waist. “Our kind comes from a distant planet like the other species here. Most of the other species have hidden themselves among humans, but we've been here so long and we were tired of hiding. Slowly we introduced ourselves into your world. However, with this, we have rules we are to follow. The males of our kind are very dominant. When we find our mates, there is nothing we will not do to protect them. When a mate puts herself in danger, and breaks rules, there will always be a punishment to remind you of what you've done wrong.” Marcus kissed her cheek. Lance tugged the skirt off her body, leaving her completely naked except for her thigh-highs, which they kept on.

“Lie down over my knees, Annabelle,” Marcus demanded. Annabelle glanced up at Marcus. She could have sworn flames danced in his eyes. “I don't understand. I did nothing wrong, Marcus.” Her gaze fell to her lap. Her hands shook. Gentle fingertips lifted her chin up to meet Marcus's gaze. “We will teach you, but you will receive your punishment. Lie down over my knees.” His words caressed her, the hot gaze penetrated her soul, and she draped herself over his knees. She closed her eyes, embarrassed, yet so turned on. Little did her men know that she had dreamt of this so many nights alone in her bed. So many emotions ran through her mind.
Was she crazy to want this?
“Such a beautiful ass,” Lance purred, as both of their hands stroked her round butt.

“Vampires mate for life, little one. It's hard for us to find our mates, but when we do, the animals in us rise to claim her. We're a very possessive people. My brother is worse than me, I'm afraid,” Marcus whispered. “What does that have to do with me?” She raised her head and glanced back at them frowning, trying to hide the lust and excitement that danced in her. “I knew when you walked into the café you were someone special to me, but I had to make sure my brother had the same animal instinct to take you. We always knew we'd share a mate and you just proved it to us.” Marcus lifted his hand and swatted her ass. Annabelle sucked in her breath. The shock turned into pain, then pleasure. The smacks came fast and hard on her ass cheeks. “You're our mate and you'll never again put yourself down again. Your body is perfect. It belongs to us.” Marcus stopped and ran his hand over her overheated and sensitive ass. “First lesson: never will words come out of that mouth insulting what is ours,” Marcus demanded and landed six more smacks on her ass. Her breath hitched, tears streamed down her face, and she tried to move away. There was pleasure, but the pain was forefront. “Ow” she squealed and slid her hands to cover her butt. “I didn't give you permission to do this!” She squirmed and tried to get away, but they held her. Lance moved her hands above her head and held them. “We have every right! Hold still!” Lance snapped and glared at her, yet he gently took her hands and brought them, up kissing her fingers. “You're our mate!” Marcus insisted. His hand came down four more times on her ass. Tears, confusion, and heat spilled over her body and soul. The spanking stopped, but it didn't register until his hands once again smoothed over her burning flesh. “We'll teach you, ??????????. Never again will you be alone. You'll want for nothing and every one of your fantasies will be fulfilled,” Lance murmured into her ear. He lifted her up and laid her back down upon the heated leather seat as he knelt next to her, brushing her hair away from her face. Soft Christmas music filtered into the back of the limo. At first, the warm leather burned her ass, but soon it soothed the spanking burn of her ass. Lance lifted one of her legs and pulled down her stocking, tossing it aside. He kissed the inside of her foot, then licked around her toes. His gaze never left hers, while his other hand moved her leg on the floor, pulling the stocking down and off. He spread her legs wider so they could look at her, then moved in between her legs. Marcus kneeled down on the floor of the limo, near her head. “Since you didn't know our rules, we went easy on you, baby, but if you ever step in front of us and try to protect us again, we will be much harsher in your punishment.” He covered her breast with strong warm fingers, massaging them. “For now, let us worship our new body.” He lowered his head, scraping her nipple with his fangs, while she pushed her breast up into his mouth, needing more. The spanking was more than she had planned. The emotions it brought forth were confusing. It would take time to work them out, but she would. “Marcus!” Annabelle whispered as Lance's hands trailed up her legs to the inside of her thighs. Where his hands touched, his mouth replaced with little kisses and bites.

Marcus swept his tongue across the same spot his fangs had scraped her nipple, soothing the burning sensation that his teeth created.

This had to be a dream. No one had ever paid such attention to her needs before, but her body told her differently. Emotions and new sensations swelled inside her. Marcus and Lance looked as if they were in their thirties while she looked fortyish. What would people think? Did she care? Nope. If they kept this up, she didn't know what she would do if they didn't see her again. Lance lowered his head to her pussy. He lapped at her nether lips and separated them. “Umm, so pink and swollen. Your clit is just aching for some attention,” he murmured around her pussy lips. Annabelle tried to look down, but Marcus's head blocked her view. She grabbed a handful of his hair.”Close your eyes, baby, and just feel.” Marcus murmured around her nipple. Something sharp scraped against her clit. “Oh my God!” she screamed. She didn't know if she wanted to pull away or if she wanted more. Lance sucked her clit into his mouth while he slid his fingers into her pussy. Her hips rose as she tried to grind her pussy into his face. “Relax, open for me,” Lance said, and pushed four fingers into her. He stretched her, pushing and pulling, while his mouth never left her clit. She yanked on Marcus's hair and clawed at the seat next to her, trying to grab at anything, her body so wound up and ready to explode.”Now, Lance, she's ready.” Marcus raised his head and turned his attention to his brother as he stroked her nipples. Annabelle didn't understand anything. All she knew was that she needed something, and now. Pleasure like she had never known soared through her body as Lance pierced her clit with his fang, sucking her blood and clit into his mouth. She was so full and sensitive down there that every little movement sent more tremors through her body. “That's it, baby, take all I have to offer. Let me explore our pussy.” His fingers tickled her inner pussy walls while his thumb pushed inside, stretching her further. Nothing could have prepared her for what they were doing, not even the books she had read on such things. Her pussy was stretched to the limit, but that wasn't enough. Lance pushed two wet fingers into her ass slowly, fucking both her ass and pussy. She had written about fisting and doing the research excited her, but that had been a dream—until now. She was filled to the max and she didn't know how she would take the both of them as the pleasure bordered on pain. “How can you—?” The words were stopped when Marcus claimed her mouth, his tongue pushing, dueling with hers. “You will and can take it. Look at that pussy sucking my whole hand. I can feel your honey coating my hand, muscles stroking my fingers,” Lance murmured around her clit, creating a vibration to enhance the fucking of his hands. Marcus pulled away from the kiss and slipped in behind her head, lifting her. “Watch him, baby. See the magic he creates fucking our pussy,” he whispered against her neck. He slid his hands down to her chest again and scooped her full breasts into his hands, rubbing them. “Do you hear the suction? Look at Lance's face. See how he enjoys pleasing you,” Marcus said, his dirty words only increasing the heat level in her. Annabelle couldn't have taken her gaze off Lance if she wanted to. She tried to push her hips up, but she could go no further as they played with her. “It's too much…” She pushed back onto Marcus's chest. Her legs started to shake, wet fingers slipped in and out of her ass. “Lance!” “Excuse me, sir, but we're here.” A distant voice filled the back of the car. Her body seized up and she screamed as the orgasm consumed her. “That's it, Annabelle. Give it to me…Pull up to the door. Have our room ready.” Lance's warm breath caressed her clit as he licked her juices and slid his fingers out of her. Lance moaned and Marcus slid from underneath her, lowering her head to the seat. Annabelle looked down to see Marcus join his brother. Both of them licked and nibbled her. Her eyes closed, she dropped her head back on the seat and sighed. Heaven couldn't get any better. This was the best Christmas present she had ever gotten.