Drake moved close and caressed her cheek-this time Jonathon did not pull her back. Too shocked? Something b.u.mped against her tummy-Drake's c.o.c.k, leaving a sticky trail against her skin. Drake reached for her quim once more.

Sharp lines etched around Jonathon's mouth as he watched, as Drake's fingers opened her slick lips wide. It was so unbearably erotic to be touched and watched.

Swallowing hard, Serena reached out and stroked the firm ridge of Jonathon's hip, while wriggling against Drake's hard c.o.c.k.

Drake slid two fingers inside, and her legs almost collapsed at the pleasure, at the way Jonathon's brows shot up at the slick sound. Drake must know she'd made love to Jonathon-but that must happen when they shared her.

Both men would go inside her. Their pa.s.sion would be shared in every way...

Her legs almost dissolved beneath her, like spun sugar against her wet tongue.

Drake pressed the length of his c.o.c.k against her quim as his fingers toyed there and sensation swamped her. He kissed her cheek. This must be a dream-but she pinched her thigh, where her hand rested, and the jolt of pain proved it was all so very real.

"I'm game," Drake groaned. "What about you, Sommersby?"

Jonathon strode forward, aware of his c.o.c.k bouncing against his belly, heavy as lead again and insistent as h.e.l.l. He could not do this. Premonitions could be d.a.m.ned. Shared love? Not even to destroy h.e.l.l itself could he share Serena.

Not with b.l.o.o.d.y Drake Swift-a man who could too easily steal her heart away.

Roughly, Jonathon jerked Swift's hands away from her cunny, releasing the scent that made his head swim, his c.o.c.k pulse, his heart pound. White-hot arousal raced in his veins. He had to claim her, love her, make her come and want him and desire him. Only him.

Somehow he would stop her becoming a vampire. Somehow he could keep her.

"I want you for my own, Serena." He drew her away from Swift and kissed her, determined to recapture the magic of their intimacy. His mouth closed on hers and Serena shut her eyes, threaded her fingers in his hair and held him. She pressed her body to his, b.r.e.a.s.t.s to his chest, belly to his groin, and her hot skin surrounded his c.o.c.k.

He kissed hard, his mouth coaxing hers open, and he kissed hungrily, as though he could touch her soul with his tongue and claim it for his own.

Swift touched his shoulder, and he flinched in fury. Sommersby, she wants both of us to suck her nipples, both of us to lick her cunny and her a.r.s.e. She wants both of us to worship her, both of us to fill her with our c.o.c.ks. She will not be satisfied with only one.

Jonathon pulled back from the kiss. How in Hades could he hear Swift's voice in his head? Because Swift was a b.l.o.o.d.y vampire, with the power to touch a person's mind, to coerce, to coax, to seduce.

Brilliantly silver in the moonlight, Serena's eyes shone at him. Please, Jonathon. Can we try? We are destined for this.

His heart thundered at the sound of her voice in his head. She too could speak in that most intimate way-shared thoughts. Could she hear him? I can't believe I am destined to share you. h.e.l.l, I believe I am destined to save you.

I love you, Jonathon. I'm so confused by loving both of you so powerfully. I'm almost afraid to try this...but I have to. It's the only way I can survive...

He could not believe they had spoken that way. And she sounded so vulnerable. So afraid.

Jonathon scooped Serena in his arms again to carry her to his bed. Huskily, he vowed, "I'll try. For you, I'll try."

He fell back on the bed, the mattress squeaked a loud protest, and Serena sprawled on top of him. Shimmering like black silk, her hair spilled over his chest.

Jonathon cradled her full rump. He kissed her mouth-tasting wine and sweetness-and he groaned. "If you really want this, Serena, if this is what you wish, I'll try anything you desire. But I want you to straddle my face."

She rose up, holding her curtain of raven hair back with one hand. Like a demure, blushing maiden, she shyly moved over him. He gripped her satiny thighs and pulled her dripping quim to his mouth. She tasted lush, salty, ripe-the intimate blend of them both-and he buried his face between her thighs and savored.

He knew no fancy tricks, he just loved the taste, the wetness, and the way Serena was moaning and squealing as he indulged. A lick of her c.l.i.t, sweet and hard against his tongue, sent her thrashing against him. Her cries were ones of delight.

"Apparently she likes what you're doing."

Jonathon heard Swift's deep voice over Serena's gasps and cries. Heard the begrudging admiration in it. Yes, he d.a.m.n well knew how to please the woman he craved. He brushed his teeth lightly over her c.l.i.t, slid his tongue into her pa.s.sage, delving into hot cream.

"Make love to him, Serena. Sit down on his c.o.c.k."

Swift again, giving b.l.o.o.d.y directions. But Jonathon couldn't protest, not with Serena on his face. And as she lifted up and scrambled down along his body and he saw the agony in her eyes and heard her harsh panting, he knew he wanted this.

"Are you not too exhausted?" he asked.

"I want to make love to you both all night," she breathed, her words both wanton and sweet.

He had to remember this wasn't a contest between him and Swift. This was about Serena.

He gritted his teeth again as she held his c.o.c.k upright. G.o.d, the tight feel of her gripping his c.o.c.k once more- "Do you like his large c.o.c.k?" Swift murmured at her side, sounding like Lucifer.

She nodded, biting her lip. "I like you both."

"And you are so very skilled at dealing with naughty boys." Swift laughed.

Jonathon drew her down, kissed her, so she could no longer banter with his partner. But she drew back after devouring him with enthusiasm, looking as though he'd seduced her very breath away. Pride swelled, along with his c.o.c.k.

She lowered herself on his shaft once more...

Serena braced her hands on Jonathon's broad chest as she worked, worked slowly, to take his c.o.c.k inside. She bit her lip as it cleaved its way in. It was a beautiful beast-with a thick shaft, almost as thick as her wrist, and beautifully dusky brown. The head was velvet strained to the limit, and a drop of his fluid sparkled on the tip. The size of his b.a.l.l.s startled her the most. A lush black nest surrounded his huge c.o.c.k and ballocks, erotically masculine.

She giggled. Each c.o.c.k reflected its owner. Jonathon's was handsome, large and broad, straight and dark; Drake's devilishly beautiful, long and golden, leaning rakishly to the side.

Jonathon's c.o.c.k pressed against her womb. "Oh heavens." She had to stop, and she still hadn't taken him all the way inside. Both times he had slid inside her, he'd controlled the depth, and she realized that he hadn't buried himself completely in her.

Jonathon mouth was a tense slash, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you all right, love?"

She feared he'd try to rescue her by lifting her off. "Yes," she managed on a throaty moan. And she moved up and down, not caring about the rhythm, just wanting to make him slick, to make her wetter, to try to take him in...

Closing over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his hands supported her and he smiled at her, a lopsided loving grin that sent Serena's heart in a plunging spiral in her chest. She didn't dare close her eyes and spoil the moment. So, bravely, she held Jonathon's gaze and rose up. She moaned at the exact moment he did and shared his awed smile.

Oh, how she loved this. She couldn't resist...performing to entice Drake. She loved the thump of her bottom against Jonathon's groin. The teasing jiggle of her a.r.s.e cheeks as they struck and the oh-so-harsh but wonderful pounding of her pelvis. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounced madly. Perspiration beaded on her upper chest, ran down her nipples. Sensual sweat coated Jonathon's sculpted pectoral muscles, his beautifully ridged stomach, his forehead.

Yes, she was destined for this.

"Ride him." Drake was behind her. He lifted her hair, trailed his fingers over her shoulder. "I do like to see the agonized look on his face as you f.u.c.k him."

"He's...he's beautiful," she agreed, and she saw astonishment and pleasure in Jonathon's eyes. Did this mean Drake and Jonathon were connecting? Althea spoke of building magic-was this how? It felt like magic.

"You like f.u.c.king him, don't you. How many times did he make love to you tonight?"

"None of your business," Jonathon grunted, but the question inflamed her even as it shocked her.

"Many, many times," she breathed. She rode faster, gasping desperately for air. She pounded too hard, and screamed.

Jonathon squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s gently. "Easy, sweeting, I'm big enough to hurt you." His hands grasped her hips, lifting her up slowly, lowering her gently, and she marveled at his strength. She had hurt herself but didn't care. She loved that taste of pain sweetened by pleasure.

Jonathon released her hips and she rode him fast. And hard.

Her c.l.i.t demanded attention. She ground it against his groin with every stroke. She was climbing to the peak and she wanted to race toward it- "Slow down," Drake urged. And then he began worshipping her bottom. With fingers, with just a little penetration, but heavenly. Then his tongue slid in, twirling around her tingling rim. She looked behind her, stunned by the sight of Drake's lean, powerful body sprawled over Jonathon's legs as he licked her bottom.

Drake rose up, looked deeply into her eyes. "What do you want now? You have the power to ask us to do whatever you want." But she knew he didn't truly mean that-he wanted to tempt her to ask for what he wanted. His finger slid into her wet puckered hole, but the pressure of Jonathon's c.o.c.k fought his entrance.

"Gently..." Oh G.o.d-the richness of his voice wrapped around her and his finger thrust in...

Pressure. So much pressure. She whimpered, suddenly on the brink of "no". No, she was too afraid. No, she just wasn't able to- Then pain vanished and pleasure flooded. She turned again and saw Drake's hand hidden between the ivory globes of her a.r.s.e. "Two fingers, now," he murmured. "Now, my c.o.c.k."

"No," Jonathon warned. "She's innocent, still, not yet ready-"

"She wants us both. Two c.o.c.ks to give her unspeakable delight. Two c.o.c.ks to fill her to the brim. Give the lady what she desires-"

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d," Jonathon snapped to Swift, but he didn't stop thrusting into her.

"Gentlemen!" She wanted to feel the glorious, shocking sensation of their hands and mouths on her, their c.o.c.ks in her, not mediate.

"We will behave," Drake promised. "But I want to be inside you, my special one."

My special one.

All she'd wanted was to be an ordinary young lady. But ordinary young ladies didn't agree to such scandalous proposals, didn't want two men making love to her so much it hurt. Serena did as Drake bid, leaning forward until her nipples touched Jonathon's chest. Drake's fingers thrust deeply into her bottom. Oh lord, the fullness...

Serena turned to watch. Strands of her hair fluttered across her nose, stuck to her lips.

Drake, one hand on his c.o.c.k, dampened her b.u.m with his juice. The head, perfectly shaped to invade, pushed in. Her first impulse? To scream. She let out a little cry, a strangled one, and swallowed the rest.

Althea had promised this would be exquisite. She wanted to believe.

"If you want to stop, we will stop," Jonathon promised. He held her hips, his hands strong and comforting.

Stop? She was about to climax! Drake worked slowly. He gained an impossible inch and her body fought, trying to push him and Jonathon out. She stayed completely still, until he urged, "Keep rocking, it will ease my entrance."

Eyes shut, she began riding like a wanton. Not caring if the men could stay inside, just driving herself, driving like a bolting team- The little death. How she understood the words. Two men held her tight, their raw grunts like music, their c.o.c.ks thrusting hard. They wanted to find that little death.

She shattered. Blankness swamped her brain, sheer delight burst inside.

Jonathon's eyes shut, raw vulnerability twisted his face, and he launched up. She felt the flood of his hot come fill her quim.

"You died first," Drake crowed in triumph to Jonathon, then he yelled and bucked against her. He was coming too, and she was burning, drenched, soaked-completely loved.

"I'll summon a bath, Serena."

Jonathon's voice washed over Serena, waking her with a start. She lay on his bed, and crisp sheets covered her damp, naked body. She smelled of both he and Drake-their sweat, their skin, and the rich, pungent scent of their come. It was heady, erotic. She didn't want to wash it away.

She'd made love to them both. She wouldn't let shyness take over.

Jonathon slipped on a banjan. Drake's hand traced along her bare arm; she rolled over to see him and met his smile. He lay, uncovered; his muscles glistened and his c.o.c.k slept. Jonathon left the bed, and Serena shivered as she felt the tension between the two men. After climaxing, they'd avoided looking at each other or speaking.

She didn't know what to say. Had they created magic?

Jonathon had heard her voice in his head, she knew he had, but was it because she was a vampire or because they had created an enchanted connection?

Serena concentrated on the bed canopy above her head. She tried to send a bolt of magic power to it. Her head throbbed with the effort, but nothing happened.

"You are the most special woman, little lark."

Pain settled around her heart. "You know I wasn't an innocent for our...our first time."

Drake touched her cheek. "It is of no consequence to me."

"It is to me." She was trembling.

"Tell me, then." His voice was soothing, a balm to the sudden pain in her heart.

The bed creaked as Drake shifted to move close to her.

"What did you say to her?" Jonathon's body loomed over her, anger in his voice.

Possessively, Drake's muscular arm slid around her. She stared down at it-the bulge of muscle, the golden hair, the seductive pattern of veins. His hand rested on the white sheet just beneath her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Should she tell them of her past? Did it really signify to speak of it?

"Serena had another lover before me." How matter-of-factly Drake said it. She felt her cheeks burn.

Defiantly she stared into Jonathon's eyes, punishing herself by reading the emotions there. Surprise, then shock. "You loved another man?"

No censure, just a question, and open vulnerability in his dark brown eyes.

"There was going to be a ch-child." Like a fool, she stuttered on the word. "But...but I lost it..."

"You miscarried." Jonathon spoke bluntly, but his lashes dipped and the lines deepened around his tense mouth.

She managed to nod. "He was relieved, of course. I'd been a dreadful fool. And escaped by the skin of my teeth-"

"You lost a child, Serena," Drake said. "Someone broke your heart. Give me his name and I rip him apart."

"No, the mistake was mine. I was supposed to be strong enough to resist-"

"Rubbish." Jonathon sat down on her other side. With exquisite gentleness, the back of his hand caressed her cheek.

On her right, Drake's lips brushed her temple. He asked softly, "Who was he?"

"It truly doesn't matter." She remembered how Althea had insisted that she must find honesty with Jonathon and Drake. Althea's bond with Yannick and Bastien had required honesty to become strong.

Serena took a deep breath, because the name of the man didn't matter, but she sensed neither Jonathon nor Drake would give up until they knew it.

"William Bridgewater," she admitted. "The eldest son of the family who raised me. I wasn't in love. I realize that now. I just wanted to love and be loved."