“Yes, Jean-Claude, do it. Just do it!”
Jean-Claude opened his mouth wide, so that I caught a flash of fangs, his eyes a solid burning blue, as if the night sky had caught fire, and then he struck. I could see his mouth locked on the side of Nicky’s neck, watch his throat swallowing, his mouth sucking. Nicky’s body reacted, beginning to pump inside me again. He was already buried as deep inside me as he could go, and Jean-Claude’s body pinned his hips so he didn’t have much movement, but what he had was enough. He began to move faster in and out, in and out, hitting deep and hard, so that I screamed out again for him, fighting not to close my eyes so that I could see Jean-Claude drinking him down, Nicky’s eye closed, face almost slack as if he’d already gone, but I could feel him harder than ever, so hard, so thick, so . . . He brought me screaming again, and this time he yelled with me, his body shoving one more time deep inside me. I could feel him quivering inside me as he came, and his body shuddered above me as the vampire rode him.
Nicky finally collapsed, throwing his chest to one side so that he didn’t bury my face against his pecs. I appreciated it, not just because I didn’t have to eat my way to freedom through his chest, but because I could still see Jean-Claude at his throat. I was looking at him with my body still thrumming with all those orgasms as the vampire rose up. His mouth was still open wide enough that I saw him lick along his fangs; his face for that instant was as bestial as any wereanimal’s and then it was gone, hidden behind that beautiful face. Only the eyes shining with blue-black fire showed what was inside and had gotten to come out for a few minutes.
He helped Nicky roll to one side where he just lay there, eye closed; only the rise and fall of his chest let me know he was alive. A thin line of blood trickled from the neat fang marks in the side of his neck. For them to bleed that much meant Jean-Claude had gotten a little carried away. We’d all enjoyed ourselves.
Jean-Claude was on all fours above me, his body hard and ready, and just the sight of him above me like that made me cry out again. I reached for him, but he caught my hands and said, “Sin, help me move her to the edge of the bed.”
“Why?”
“So you can join us. You need a little encouragement to be able to feed the ardeur for Anita.”
I didn’t know what he meant at first, but Sin pulled-half-carried me to the edge of the bed and I could suddenly see what Jean-Claude meant. Sin wasn’t hard, or ready. He was soft, hanging loose against the front of his body. He hadn’t enjoyed watching the three of us together. I didn’t know what about it had bothered him, but something had—his body told me that.
Jean-Claude moved me to the edge until my head spilled over the side and I was looking at Sin’s body upside down. It wasn’t one of my favorite positions for giving oral, but with him still soft, it would be good. I’d change positions when he got hard enough, or that was my plan. Sin was almost too tall for the lower bed, all that long leg so that he had to lean in, so he was almost doing a standing push-up just so I could reach him. Jean-Claude’s hands cupped my hips, and I cupped the backs of Sin’s thighs and sucked him down, so soft and warm. I loved sucking on a man when he was this soft. There was no fight to breathe, no choking, just the sensation of him in my mouth. Jean-Claude’s hands caressed my hips and I felt the tip of him brush my opening. It made me pause with my mouth buried as tight to Sin’s body as I could get. Jean-Claude entered me and I was so wet, so ready from everything that Nicky and I had done. It was amazing feeling Jean-Claude’s body slide inside me. It made me moan with Sin’s body in my mouth. He was already growing harder. Jean-Claude found his rhythm quickly and brought me to climax with Sin still inside my mouth, so I screamed my orgasm around him. He shuddered and when I came up shallow on him he was thicker and he started moving himself inside my mouth with me sucking him, so that we started to find a rhythm of him inside my mouth as Jean-Claude found one between my legs.
“Unleash the ardeur, ma petite; unleash it so you will feed on both of us when we go.”
I called the ardeur, unleashed it, uncaged it, and let it roar over all three of us so that the two men both cried out. Jean-Claude brought me again with the feel of him inside me, sliding over and over on that sweet spot just inside. It made me scream around Sin’s body as he thrust deeper inside my throat. I didn’t have to fight my gag reflex now, because with the ardeur I didn’t have one; it was great and made oral sex even more amazing than it was. I used my hands on Sin’s body to urge him to fuck me harder and faster, shoving all that hard length down my throat deeper than I could ever take it without the ardeur riding me, riding all of us.
“Close,” Sin gasped out.
“Hold until I bring her one more time.” And he caressed himself over that spot three more times to match those three words. The weight grew and spread and I was nothing but pleasure, shaking and shrieking between the two of them.
“Oh, God, please,” Sin yelled.
“Almost!” Jean-Claude answered him and shoved himself faster and faster inside me, not trying to caress that spot near my opening, but places deeper inside me.
Sin had stopped moving; I think he was afraid to keep fucking my throat or he’d go before Jean-Claude, so he stayed almost frozen above me. I started sucking on him again since he wasn’t moving for me. He said, “Anita, please, I’ll . . .”
Jean-Claude said, “In three.”
“God, you’re joking,” Sin said, but he thrust himself in my mouth and down my throat, once. Jean-Claude shoved between my legs. Twice inside my throat. A second time deep inside me. The third time Sin thrust down my throat, and Jean-Claude said, “Now, now!” Sin buried himself as deep inside my throat as he could; I drove my nails into his thigh and his ass and would have screamed as Jean-Claude thrust himself as deep inside me as he could go and they both poured themselves inside me at the same time. I could feel Sin pulsing, spilling the heat of him down my throat, and Jean-Claude pouring warm between my legs, and I fed on them. I fed on the seed of them spilling inside me. I fed on the feel of their bodies plunged inside me. I fed on my nails digging into Sin’s body, on Jean-Claude’s hands on me. I fed on them everywhere they touched me, and when I got Sin’s blood under my nails, it seemed to absorb up through my fingertips.