"Give him what he wants baby, that's it." Darian chanted in her ear.

Almonzo smirked, a peculiar expression right then and there but he seemingly loved the act itself as his eyes left hers in order to watch the oral excursion of a secondary claim to his wife.

Darian's lips hovered over hers and with a whisper he gave her the instruction. "That's it, come for us." It was the one that wracked her body forward earlier. His tongue swiped back and forth over her lips and then he dipped for a more sensual kiss.

Her back bowed as Richart slipped his tongue in tighter flicking through her cave of womanly needs. He was driving her forward, reaching for her, with her, wanting her to climax against his lips. She was going to come with all of them touching her. The kiss she gave Darian was hotter because h.e.l.l's fury swept the room with the sins of foreseeable destruction but it didn't slow their pace.

Desperate for more control, leverage even, she tugged her arms free and closed her fists around two able c.o.c.ks. Both men willingly drove into her hands. Her mouth moved away from Darian and on a short supply of breath, she screamed out a vehement request. "Somebody, anybody...please... f.u.c.k me."

They all shuffled at one time.

Chapter 14

Tabitha was going to come for the next hundred years just revisiting this experience. The more they touched her, the longer they looked at her, the wetter she became. The o.r.g.a.s.ms were like a ricochet of pleasure bullets firing nothing but blanks one minute and a continual round of bliss the next.

One request for c.o.c.k, and she had a ready volunteer.

"It will be your pleasure." Richart held the advantage because his lips occupied the one place she wanted stroked. He whispered into her skin right before he grabbed her a.s.s and used it to secure a fastened grip. He yanked her right under him.

Quickly, he pressed the mushroom head of his c.o.c.k against her. Almonzo's eyes forcibly changed to the lavender shade Tabitha recognized but he didn't look angry or even jealous.

She still coaxed him. "Almonzo, take my mouth. It's yours."

"Come here." He pressed his hungry lips against hers before he moved his c.o.c.k over her willing tongue. With the tip of his d.i.c.k waiting to slip forward, he reminded her. "It's always mine."

Richart penetrated her with his heat, and she took some of Almonzo's for her own as the prec.u.m glistened from the tip and he gradually slipped inside her mouth. The timing was perfect as Richart secured himself with a locked fit deep inside her p.u.s.s.y. Darian rolled back on the b.a.l.l.s of his feet and observed.

"What's that feel like baby?" His hand moved over her belly and she moaned her reply. It felt like she was going to come! And he had to ask? She reached for him, tried to pull him into their experience. She wanted to hold all of them as she came and she was going to explode.

Richart's c.o.c.k was d.a.m.n near in a league of its own. She felt him pulsing against her walls and driving in deeper with every stroke and his heat...oh G.o.d, the way he throbbed against her only provoked a bolt of warmth. Every single time he slid inside her, he seemed to sheath himself in her moisture. And she was wet-no, more like flooding over-with desire.

"Oh man. What a tight little p.u.s.s.y..." Richart began to roll his body back and forth with the enjoyed strokes of a man who planned an erotic visit without the need to rush. "That's it baby. Take it all." His hands spread her legs wider and his mouth fell open as his lips curved in an erotic grin. "You know you gotta love this."

Truer words were never spoken.

Darian's mouth moved to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and he did what she enjoyed best. His tongue rolled over her nipples before his teeth sc.r.a.ped them over and over again. He took a mouthful but never showed favoritism as he moved between them. His breathing labored, he made an urgent request as he held her hand only tighter around his d.i.c.k. "Stroke it baby."

"Ah but she is...and I'm going to stay right here until she comes." Almonzo's c.o.c.k hung between her jaws, and he pushed his thickness to the back of her throat only more. His thighs bunched when her fingers went to his b.a.l.l.s and she stroked the skin at the base as she continued to suck him down her throat between mumbles and groans.

Richart was thumping against her p.u.s.s.y in long, strong strokes. He used slow movements of unadulterated pleasure while beads of sweat formed over his brow and lip. He took her hips in his hands and worked his back as he moved into her with a perverse and twisted shift.

"That's it, Tabitha. Feel me." His voice was husky and Almonzo flinched when he heard Richart call her name.

She looked at Richart's abs. She focused on them as she watched his pleasure ride in and claim him. "So beautiful." She glanced up and lost herself in his gaze as his pupils changed. No, if beautiful had a first or last name, Richart deserved to wear both in his o.r.g.a.s.mic state.

His face never expressed anything more than true pleasure and untainted joy while his c.o.c.k danced for freedom. "That's it, Tabitha. Let me have you now." His head dipped and he playfully bit at the nipple Darian vacated.

"Ouch!" Tabitha's hands flew to her breast but it didn't stop her from grinding her hips forward. Oh no, nothing stopped an o.r.g.a.s.m in progress.

Richart drew one drop of blood and Almonzo quickly lapped it away when he saw Darian's fangs fall.

"That's it, Richart. Now!"

Blood or come, it didn't matter.

Lick or suck, she didn't care.

Right now, she wanted the man inside of her to finish her. "Oh Richart. Faster!"

"Do that again, and you'll regret it." Almonzo only cautioned over her screams but he didn't have time to scowl. h.e.l.l no, only bliss existed on this bed. She quickly brought him back to her lips and sucked him in with a latch that demanded he forfeit all control-and she proved she understood how to take it when she wanted it.

Richart's eyes rolled upward and his d.i.c.k plunged forward. "Ah, man. There's nothing but pure pleasure in your woman."

Richart and Tabitha were now committed to their goals. Her body was slick and eager and his c.o.c.k delivered everything a man's full endowment guaranteed.

"That's it baby. You're coming for me, aren't you sweets?" He tapped her p.u.s.s.y with a hard stroke left then right and then so help her, he plunged faster and harder straight for the core-her G-spot had nothing on the place he hit.

A jet of his warmth with the strength of ammunition came fast and forceful and dear G.o.d, it brought such a sweet reminder of why he was in between her legs. Richart was her true secondary mate. They were already connected on so many levels and she swallowed Almonzo deeper as the pain of the truth slapped her with its vile dose.

She arched her back. Her mouth tightened around her mate with closed jaws and a lapping tongue. Her hips rose to meet each final jolt Richart shared with her and as the heat spilled from him, she knew it was truly a gift as she rode out her own o.r.g.a.s.m and began climbing for another one.

Her murmurs ran across the ridge of Almonzo's shaft and he filled her with his c.u.m as Richart collapsed against her lower half and stayed in place for her pleasure more than his own. She pumped the heat of Darian into her hand as she savored, like a fine wine, the fire of the one drifting across her tongue.

"That's it. Sweet mercy, Tabitha. Don't stop. Close around me. Swallow baby. That's it. Take it all." Almonzo's hands weaved through her hair as he f.u.c.ked her mouth and she swallowed the taste of him before she finally released him.

She licked the salty aftermath, the heavenly reminder of him, from her lips. Oh but how she loved him then. The way he looked on with admiring eyes undid her in one solitary moment. She needed to come again now.

These new basic needs were hard on a woman.

Spent and exhausted, Richart moved to the side and before she asked, Darian was there. He wasted little time entering her and for a moment they were alone. Almonzo and Richart seemed unaware of it as they casually relaxed with simple conversation.

"Here's the girl I knew I'd always find." He winked and then bit on his lower lip. "Always ready, aren't you sweet honey?"

Tabitha smiled in acceptance. Darian nodded his approval. He must have known she was ready to come and as soon as he stroked her once or twice, she released a sigh of relief and he only pressed further inside.

"Oh, Darian." She whispered his name as he began to move and he closed his eyes after the first few rubs. She wasn't sure if she'd ever witnessed anyone experiencing something so pleasurable but he was in heaven. She was sure she sent him there, if only for a second. And that's when she realized she also had the ability to send him straight through h.e.l.l.

His c.o.c.k was brutal as it punished her for time lost and pleasure gained. She took it as a genuine endors.e.m.e.nt, and a rare and unusual pleasure. Darian's savage hair moved wildly across his shoulders. The blond cape brushed down his back, and after a few longer, harder strokes, he opened his eyes and then he looked all rogue. His palms pushed her thighs wider and knees higher, and he hooked his arm under her bent leg as he began to push himself deeper.

"Careful Darian!" Richart scooted against the mattress and he kissed her with soft lips. "You were sensational." He complimented her and he must have truly meant it because his kiss was to die for and certainly one to crave. Her hand cupped his b.a.l.l.s and she lightly ma.s.saged the base of his shaft as Darian began to look for his advantage and she saw the mischief in his twisted expression.

Almonzo appeared surprisingly proud but he didn't leave Tabitha's eyes. While he realized Darian was inside of her, he wanted to be with her- in her mind, heart, and spirit. "Watch me, Tabitha."

"I love you." He professed it once but one time wasn't enough. "I love you always," he whispered again.

She stroked his face and then she returned her gaze to Darian and couldn't resist the urge to lose herself in the act. He felt incredible and talented and he understood how to please a woman.

"Yeah, that's it baby. Let me feel that hot honey." His entire expression validated his hunger. His thighs bunched and his shoulders squared and d.a.m.n it, she was going to come with him or die. His c.o.c.k was wide and long and it reached a part of her no one needed to ever know existed. He took her beyond the place Richart stamped and she soared only more.

"Darian, please...don't take me this high and then...oh, help me...please!"

He knew. He touched it, stroked it, and caressed it. "What's wrong, honey?" His tongue snaked in and out of his lips as his c.o.c.k worked in and out of her body.

"Take me...all the way! You can't just..."

"I can cause I've gotcha where I want you now, lover." His brow creased. He must have realized the pleasure he gave her and he allowed her everything he denied her years earlier. The man was c.o.c.ksure full of himself and she savored every ripple of his truer confidence as it lashed against her p.u.s.s.y. She felt the veins bulge against her walls and she felt him all the way to places only Almonzo reserved the right to reach.

"No." It was a soft warning. It fell from her mouth before she stopped her body from defying all parties. She issued it because she watched the vampire within him come alive and he exhibited little self-control which only promised trouble loomed if he didn't regain it soon.

"Ah, yeah." His hands grabbed her waist then and he yanked her from the mattress as he greedily wrapped her legs around him. After a step forward, he sat down with her hips spread open. He was determined to own her pleasure all by himself. He pressed his c.o.c.k harder and deeper into her center and she rode it. Heaven help her, she clenched him tighter with a force only lovers knew existed. Her nails sc.r.a.ped down his back as she screamed for her release.

"Ah, Tabitha." Darian covered her mouth with his and he held her tightly in the most diabolical kiss she'd ever received. It protected her from yelling his name and saved her from letting everyone else there know.

He was her first love but Almonzo was now her only love and in such a remarkable turn of events, the entire ceremony was bitter-sweet.

Darian's thick tongue ran over her lips and teeth and then he literally swiped her throat before he released her from his mouth. He s.n.a.t.c.hed her hair back and forced her to watch them as his eyes drifted downward.

Together, they followed his c.o.c.k as it entered her again and again, each time his thickness held onto the l.u.s.t as he buried himself deeper inside of her. With a reckless expression, his eyes shaded faster then and his fangs snapped with a deliberate drop. Quickly, she shook her head as if to ask for and receive the favor of delayed gratification.

His lips curved in a wicked smile and he was more than willing to grant a spicy reply. "It's enough to f.u.c.k you and know you've enjoyed every inch."

Chapter 15

"How bad was it?" Natasha sat by the oversized bathtub talking to her sister casually as if Tabitha simply had a bad day at an undesirable job or something.

Tabitha's painted toes appeared above the bubbles and she glared at her feet.

"That bad, huh?"

Tabitha smiled. "It was actually like a dream."

"You mean a nightmare, I'm sure!"

"No, I mean like the wettest, hottest, most fascinating fantasy a woman can ever hope to experience."

Natasha perked up. "You liked it?"

Tabitha leaned her arm against the tub and stared at her sister. "I know I shouldn't have enjoyed it but Natasha, look at it from my point of view. It was going to happen with or without my permission and Almonzo agreed to let me enjoy the experiences. He only requested that we never talk about it again after the three ceremonies are complete. At first, that part bothered me but now, I have to tell you-it's probably for the best."

"You don't think you're in love with Richart or Darian now do you?"

"Oh, heavens no. s.e.x and love don't always go together. Be practical."

"I am. They go together more appropriately, if you ask me."

"I don't love either one of them." She giggled. "But I can tell you one thing, Richart would have to run from me if we ever ended up together. The man has an animalistic c.o.c.k. He's hung like an elephant! I'm serious.

If something happens to Almonzo, I'm not going to take Richart as a mate, I'm going to take him and put him on display!"

Natasha's mouth dropped. "Tabitha! You are so bad!"

The girls broke into uncontrollable laughter.

Almonzo appeared in the doorway. "Natasha." He nodded and then extended his thumb over his back. "Out." He snickered.

"Almonzo, she's probably had enough." She teased.

"Father wants to see you, sister-in-law." He grabbed a nearby towel for Tabitha and held it up for her.

"Natasha, we'll see you later." Tabitha was still giggling.

"Yes, don't let the door hit your well trained backside on the way out." He smirked and winked at Tabitha.

Natasha rolled her eyes and then slapped him on the back in pa.s.sing. "Jealous boy."

"You have no idea how bad it will be when I don't have to share." He kissed Tabitha's lips as she fell into his arms. "Just you wait and see."

Almonzo and Tabitha were tangled in sheets by the time Richart and Darian joined them. They'd been there for several minutes lip-locked in kissing games and after the hook ups she had with her husband, Tabitha didn't even care about foreplay. She wanted someone to put out a few raging fires and she had an idea it would take all three of them today.

The trilogy of ceremonies were allotted so much time for each mating period and each one was shorter than the session before. Today, they only had forty-five minutes.

Tabitha motioned for them and Darian inched forward with controlled discipline in his steps and stark defiance in his eyes. With his c.o.c.k fisted in his hand, he brought it across her lips and she swiped her tongue over the slit again and again trying to draw out a better taste of man. Just a little pre-c.u.m here and there sent her reeling for his pa.s.sion.

With his chin tilted, he rubbed her knee in a circular motion. "What do you have in mind today? Do you want me to guess?" He moved his c.o.c.k to her mouth again. "Tell me."

"How about I suck and show." She greedily devoured the engorged head and her mouth slid all the way to the base of his c.o.c.k in less than a second.