Part 5 (1/2)

”As a matter of fact, I brought my own,” Quentin murmured with a nod to Darcy and Joe.

Her lips formed a moue. ”Well, if you need a foursome...” Her fingers trailed across his chest as she pa.s.sed them.

Darcy wanted to break her fingers, but Quentin's sardonic glance kept her expression neutral, even as her chin lifted in defiance. She couldn't really blame the girl. Dressed in a long-sleeved cotton s.h.i.+rt, blue jeans, and sandals, he was a sun G.o.d-golden-haired, golden-skinned. Too beautiful to believe.

They entered the living room, which was lit by a single table lamp. Most of the occupants were naked, or in the process of losing their clothing. Wearing jeans and a halter, Darcy felt conspicuously overdressed. Most were also engaged in various s.e.xual acts. ”Quentin?” she began, uneasy with the tableau.

His hand pressed the small of her back, urging her toward a plaid-upholstered couch in the dingy room. ”Let's play,” he whispered in her ear.

Darcy sat on the edge of the seat, her gaze darting to the darkened corners. The couple on the sofa opposite theirs disengaged their lips, and the woman knelt in front of the male vamp to take his c.o.c.k in her mouth. Would he expect her to do that in front of everyone? ”Quentin,” she hissed. ”If you expect me to-”

Quentin pressed a finger to her lips. ”Do you know these people?”

She shook her head.

”Do you think they'll recognize you on the street?”

Again, she shook her head.

”Then, hush.” He sat next to her and indicated that Joe should sit on her other side. He leaned behind her and whispered, ”Start to undress her. We have to look 'engaged' or we won't be approached.”

Darcy glared at Joe, who only shrugged. And then reached for the clasp at the back of her neck.

He leaned into her and whispered, ”We have to play by his rules. I won't let this go too far.”

She snorted. Fine for him to say. He wasn't the one whose b.o.o.bs were about to be exposed to a group of vampires and s.l.u.ts with double-Ds. The straps of her top loosened. Her hands caught and held the material to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s for a panicked moment. And then, because she knew the act was silly-both men had seen her nude, and no one in the house would even care-she let the top slide to her lap. ”Why is it you vampires can't go to a drive-thru? Does everything come down to s.e.x?”

Quentin played with the hair next to her ear. ”Our bloodl.u.s.t feeds our s.e.xual hunger, and vice versa. It's just the way we're made. Relax.” He turned in his seat to kiss her, his hand gliding over the breast nearest him, and then he nodded to Joe. ”Don't enjoy this too much.”

Joe's hand cupped her other breast, and he kissed her shoulder. ”This is gonna kill me.”

Darcy wanted to protest. She was the one dying here. Both men's mouths worked on her flesh and lips while their fingers tweaked her nipples.

Quentin glided his mouth along her jaw. ”I need blood,” he said, ”or they won't believe I brought you here to feed.”

Darcy pushed the hair from the side of her neck, but he shook his head. ”It's too soon. Joe, give me your arm.”

Joe knelt in front of her and lifted his arm to Quentin.

Quentin licked once, and then pierced his wrist.

”f.u.c.k!” Joe hissed. A moment later, his head sagged onto her shoulder. ”Sweet Jesus.”

Darcy understood the tensing of Joe's body. Her gaze locked with Quentin's as she pushed down Joe's head until his lips grazed her breast.

His mouth latched onto her nipple and drew hard.

While she told herself this was just for the job, her body exulted. Her eyelids fluttered, and her legs opened to let Joe press against her.

Quentin's hand slid between their bodies, and he cupped her s.e.x through her jeans. Mine! his angry gaze said.

Joe moaned and burrowed his head into her breast, alternately nipping her swollen flesh and licking to soothe. His thighs straddled a leg, and he pumped his erection against her.

Darcy grew alarmed as tension built in her belly. Coming for the two of them wasn't in her job description. And who the h.e.l.l would she give the credit? Knowing Quentin, he'd demand it.

Surrounded by both men's scents and warm skin, she was overwhelmed. Sweat broke on her forehead and upper lip. Her hips rubbed against the heel of Quentin's palm as he ground it into her c.u.n.t.

Darcy's hand curled around Joe's head to encourage him to suckle.

Joe drew her nipple between his teeth and suctioned hard.

The snap to her jeans popped open. The zipper eased down. Quentin's hand slid inside, and his fingers found her c.l.i.toris.

Darcy moaned and her head fell back against the cus.h.i.+on. Forgotten were the mission and the other occupants of the den. With her free hand, she pushed her jeans farther down her hips to expose her p.u.s.s.y.

Joe's mouth left her nipple and licked a path down her belly. He stopped suddenly, and Darcy opened her eyes, ready to issue a protest.

Quentin had caught Joe by the hair.

”All right,” Joe growled.

Quentin disengaged his teeth from Joe's wrist and let blood trickle down his chin. ”Someone's coming. If I leave you, you're to play-only!”

Joe lifted an eyebrow. ”Of course.”

Darcy rolled her eyes. An inch from o.r.g.a.s.m, her body screamed for release, and the two of them were dividing territory. ”You started this.”

Quentin grasped the back of her head. ”And I'll finish it.” He kissed her hard then stood to greet a tall, slim black man whose avid stare made Darcy want to crawl into a hole and hide.

Joe's arms encircled her hips, and he drew her flush with his body, covering her from breast to hip.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him tightly. ”Quentin's leaving with him,” she whispered.

”Then let's continue with the game plan.”

”I think you need to lose some clothing, too,” she grumbled.

Joe grinned. ”It is hot in here. Will that make you feel better?”

Looking at his broad shoulders, she murmured, ”Probably not.”

Joe pulled his T-s.h.i.+rt over his head. His deeply-tanned skin shone with perspiration. ”I see now why you were so blown away.” He grimaced. ”He's a guy, but I was ready to come all over you when he was sucking on my arm.”

Darcy smiled at his look of disgust. ”Mind-blowing, isn't it?”

”I still have a hard-on that could pierce steel,” he said with a crooked smile.

Darcy knew. The shaft was pressed to the juncture of her thighs. Like a kid with her nose pressed to the candy store window, she eyed the wide expanse of muscle that spanned his chest. Her body was primed and well-oiled-desperate for release. ”He said we could play.”