Part 11 (1/2)

”You try me, Darcy,” Quentin said, his voice hoa.r.s.e. ”I haven't any liking for sharing you with another man, much less helping him f.u.c.k you.”

Her heart thrilled at his possessive tone and words. ”Tonight ends it. I promise.”

He drew in a deep breath. ”You have a lubricant?”

Darcy couldn't believe he conceded so easily. ”In the nightstand.” Watching him turn to reach for the tube, she couldn't stop a mix of dread and guilty antic.i.p.ation stepping up her heartbeat.

”Such a nasty girl,” Joe said, his hand reaching around her to cup her breast. His lips opened over the curve of her shoulder. He forced her to her back on the bed.

Quentin placed a hand in the middle of Joe's chest and shoved. ”You won't treat Darcy harshly, not in word or deed, or I'll dust you.”

”Are you so sure you could take me?”

Darcy rose on her elbows. ”Joe, put a sock in it. If you're drinking my blood, you're d.a.m.n well treating me with respect. You may be a big, bad vampire now, but you're acting like a brat. Cut it out.”

Joe glowered, but his expression changed when his gaze drifted from her face and down her naked body. The look grew feral. ”d.a.m.n Da.r.s.e! This isn't easy. I can feel changes creeping over me-some I'm fighting to control.”

”That's why you won't feed unless I tell you,” Quentin said. ”Darcy needs to trust you won't hurt her, again. So, for now, our attentions are for her.”

Darcy felt liquid trickle from her c.u.n.t. She was downright embarra.s.sed about how arousing this discussion was becoming.

When two sets of nostrils flared and sniffed, she thought she'd rather find a hole to hide in than face their knowing expressions.

Quentin's mouth curved into a smirk, and Joe's eyebrow lifted in a mano a mano challenge.

Darcy's heart sounded a loud tattoo they couldn't fail to hear.

”How 'bout we start north and work our way south?” Joe asked, giving the lead to Quentin.

Quentin nodded and indicated Joe could start first. Quentin lay down on his side, resting on his elbow to watch.

Joe leaned over her to kiss her lips, and Darcy's gaze didn't leave Quentin's face. If he was still jealous of Joe's presence in her bed, nothing in his expression betrayed him. Darcy almost wished for a flush of anger or a frown.

So when Joe's tongue darted into her mouth, she clutched his hair to deepen the kiss. Their tongues parried and stroked. Their mouths ate each other's lips in wet, sultry kisses.

When they drew apart, Darcy's mouth already felt swollen.

Joe left a trail of wet kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and lower to her breast. Feeling his hand kneading the soft underside and his mouth kissing the tops of her quivering flesh, Darcy reached for Quentin.

Quentin leaned down and licked her lips.

Opening her mouth, Darcy touched her tongue to his without seeking a kiss. They mated softly, lapping at each other's tips. The kiss that followed sealed their mouths, then slid, creating a soft suctioning that drew Darcy's belly tight once more.

When they parted, Darcy stared at Quentin for the longest moment. I love you.

Joe tongued her nipple, encouraging it to peak.

Quentin nibbled on her earlobe.

Darcy tried to keep silent against their determined onslaught, but her gasps and soft moans caught her by surprise. They gave her no room to hide the depth of her growing excitement.

Quentin's hand slid down to palm her neglected breast.

Darcy moved her hips restlessly on the mattress.

When she felt both men's hot mouths close over her nipples, her back arched off the mattress, pressing her chest high. The men worked in concert, sucking, chewing softly on her sensitive tips.

Then their hands smoothed over her belly and thighs, coming up the soft insides, pressing her legs apart until her core was open and exposed.

Darcy's breaths became jagged, and she shook-fine tremors that radiated down her belly and trembled through her thighs.

Quentin made a shus.h.i.+ng sound and kissed her belly, swirling his tongue into her belly b.u.t.ton, and then licking downward to the nest of damp hair.

Joe showed no mercy, he bit her-large, open-mouthed bites, never hurtful and that surprised and excited her. His hands lifted the leg nearest him onto his shoulder and he buried his face between her legs, nipping and kissing her thighs.

Quentin's fingers stroked around her l.a.b.i.a, taking the fragrant glaze seeping from within her to tease the swollen nubbin at the top of her folds.

Joe's tongue darted inside her, fluttering, stroking, lapping her cream like a cat.

Darcy sighed noisily, watching the two heads, one with long silvery-blond hair, the other close-cropped black, circling over her flesh. ”Ahhh, please,” she pleaded. ”Take me, now.”

”Sweetheart, you're not nearly ready for us,” Quentin murmured. He reached for two pillows. ”Joe, help me get these under her hips.”

Joe rose, and Darcy moaned at the loss of his mouth from her c.u.n.t. His hands cupped her b.u.t.tocks and lifted her high enough for Quentin to slide the pillows beneath her. Then the two men knelt, staring at her splayed thighs.

”You have the prettiest a.s.shole, Da.r.s.e,” Joe said, his voice deep and growling, his hand stroking his c.o.c.k. ”I'm gonna f.u.c.k it 'til you scream.”

Feeling a twinge of fear, Darcy tried to close her legs, but both men tugged her legs wider and higher.

”I'm afraid we still have some work to do before she can take you.” Quentin reached for the tube of K-Y. He squeezed it onto his fingertips and gave her a glance that sent p.r.i.c.kly heat dancing across her belly. ”I'm stretching you with my fingers. Relax when I come inside you.”

Joe apparently understood his role; his fingers dipped inside her c.u.n.t to finger-f.u.c.k her.

Darcy's hips rolled, trying to take him deeper.

Quentin rubbed the ointment around her hole, and Darcy quivered, her head digging into the mattress as she arched. Then he inserted one finger and swirled inside her a.s.s until she cried out.

At the sound, Joe withdrew his fingers. ”No, you don't. Not yet.”

The loss of the extra stimulation kept her from creeping over the edge of her climax. Instead, he stroked her thighs-teasing pa.s.ses that glanced against her l.a.b.i.a without ever giving her the deeper strokes she craved.

Quentin inserted a second long finger inside her, and Darcy moaned, feeling herself tighten to resist his uncomfortable invasion.

”Relax, sweetheart,” he crooned. ”Let me in.”

Darcy couldn't take it. The pressure burned. ”This is too much,” she whispered.

Joe's mouth latched onto her nipple and he suctioned, drawing the tip between his teeth.