legs. He angled his hips and found her entrance, pushing inside.
She cried out. He felt so good buried inside her.
The Reyes at her back kissed her neck, her shoulders, and drifted his lips to her buttocks. He nibbled and licked until she was panting.
“Do you want my blood?” she asked.
Both men groaned.
The one now behind her positioned himself at her neck and bit down with his fangs, then began to suck. In front of her, Reyes held an arm over her chest, keeping her in place. At the same time he slowly rocked his hips into her, driving his cock in and out. He kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips.
She was overcome with sensation, especially when the secondary Reyes moved in closer, nestling his thick cock between the cleft of her bottom. He rubbed himself in quickening thrusts. She reached behind her to caress his shoulder.
Reyes, this is so wonderful. And I’m close again.
So am I. Your blood is like heaven, and feeling your body in so many places at the same time is erotic as hell.
Faster.
Both men moved faster, sucked harder. The primary Reyes thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, the secondary, wedged between her cheeks, used the pressure to work his cock.
Suddenly ecstasy arrived, like a powerful wave crashing down on her. They were three, moving as one, shouting, screaming, crying out. The secondary Reyes moved swiftly behind, his cock tight between her butt cheeks and jerking hard. Primary Reyes curled his hips, pumping between her legs in quick thrusts, shouting as he came. She’d never known such pleasure.
And the sensation kept rolling, so that the bed shook and her heart ached. She loved this so much, being surrounded by two powerful male bodies, both Reyeses. Affection, maybe even love, flowed through her as she reached the pinnacle once more.
Was this love? Did she love the man who drank her blood and plowed into her body in the most wonderful way?
She felt possessed, even enchanted, by the vampire holding her captive in his arms.
Only after a long euphoric minute did the bed begin to settle.
Angelica breathed hard, as did both men.
A soft vibration ran through Reyes, and she watched as the secondary form joined the primary and became one body again. Angelica could barely keep her eyes open as Reyes rolled her onto her back. She felt as though she could float, and her mind was suffused with a delicate euphoria that kept every thought at bay.
She savored the fact that Reyes was still buried deep inside her, that in this moment they were one, they were equals, they were bound.
She wrapped him up in her arms and he kissed her repeatedly. There was an eternal feel to the moment, helping her to believe that no matter what happened in the coming days or weeks, this time with Reyes could never be taken away from her.
This was wonderful.
He drew back, still connected low, and thumbed her cheek. “I feel the same way. You’ve changed everything for me, Angelica, and for that I’ll always be grateful.”
He made love to her again and again that night. And more than once, she fell into deep conversation with him about his family life and his home in Venezuela where he’d grown up. He shared that when he’d made his fortune and bought the property back, he’d also worked to retrieve all their family possessions, many of which went back several centuries.
His mother’s family was Celtic with red hair and blue eyes, though his father had a Spanish heritage, which explained Reyes’s coloring: dark hair, light eyes. “My mother had a large collection of small silver boxes, handed down through generations. I was able to get most of them back.”
“They have great meaning to you.”
“My mother treasured them, so yes, great meaning.”
Angelica felt an odd tingling sensation pass through her. “What was her name?”
“Faylen. She had dark auburn hair and was very beautiful.”
“I have no doubt.” But there it was again, some kind of tingling, but she didn’t know what it was,