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ever.” I grinned as I parroted his words back to him for the second time that evening. He was efficient, too. I loved how he’d gone all authoritative, taking control, making sure there was no room for mistakes or misunderstandings. His words, his rules, his explanations, they should probably have turned me off, ruined the mood, but they didn’t. Instead, they fanned the flames of my lust, and also made my love for him increase, if that was even possible. A kinky new adventure, something we both wanted, and his priority was my happiness—is there anything more attractive in a man?
    Happily, I drank in the sight before me. A gorgeous vampire—blond, fair-skinned, lithe, and supremely talented in the sack. Beside him, an equally gorgeous werewolf—dark-haired, olive-skinned, built like a brick shithouse and…who knew how he was going to be in the sack? But I was confident, somehow, that he wouldn’t be a disappointment, despite the fear that tinged the edges of my consciousness.
    Realizing they were both staring and waiting for me to say something, I crossed my legs at the ankles in what I hoped was a nonchalant manner. I held all the cards, and they knew it. Pleasantries had been observed. It was time to plunge into some wild, insane, crazy sexual activity. But first, I wanted to toy with the boys a little. Just a little. And, if I was honest with myself, I wanted to inspect the goods.
    Casually, I said, “Okay, gentlemen. It’s time to stop chatting and get on with it, don’t you think? So…I’d like you to strip. Nice and slow. Only when you’re both naked and erect will I be removing my own clothes. All right?”
    Their responses came quickly, but they weren’t verbal.

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    The anticipation in the room was palpable as I watched Ace and Barton take off their clothes. I flicked my gaze back and forth, trying to drink in as much delicious man flesh as possible, without missing a thing. Also, despite the fact that Ace and I had had a talk earlier that evening about potential jealousy—or the lack of it, I didn’t want him to think I was paying more attention to Barton than to him. With egos as big as a vampire’s and a werewolf’s involved, I wasn’t taking any risks. Things were already touch and go, and I didn’t want to tip the scales in the wrong direction.
    Curiosity, of course, drew my gaze to Barton more than to Ace. Not because he was better looking, or I wanted him more, but because he was a new and shiny toy, one I’d not played with before. Still, as I observed the baring of skin, the rippling of muscles, my own body was going wild. My heart thudded almost painfully at my ribcage, my nipples strained against the material of my bra and my pussy felt like molten lava. I was half-convinced it was going to melt away my underwear and jeans.
    Ace, as always, looked, well, ace. His smooth, flawless skin with its pale hairs covered a wiry strength that I knew was deceptive. His long, thick cock pointed proudly up toward his belly button, and I spotted a bead of pre-cum already forming. From the top of his blond head down to the tips of his toes, he was perfection, pure and simple. I knew his body intimately, frequently, and yet I never tired of looking at it. I did, however, manage to tear my gaze away.
    Turning it to Barton, I reveled in the delightful contrast between the two men. His darker skin was littered with black hairs—fortunately in all the right places. Ace had been right—he wasn’t any hairier than your average guy, which was good, as the last thing I wanted was to screw a gorilla lookalike. His bulkiness was even more apparent now there was nothing to hide it—each muscle was defined. His biceps were probably thicker than one of my thighs, his wide shoulders were sculpted and his pecs gave my ample chest a run for its money. Now the T-shirt was gone, I could see his tattoos in their entirety—some beautiful tribal artwork running from shoulder to biceps that