Eternity

Sequel to Intensity and Complexity

Eternity Yolanda is a bodyguard and used to dealing with men. But falling in love with two vampires is a different kind of challenge. How will she deal with her job AND them? Yolanda is very attracted to night security guard Atal and his partner Zadok. She agrees to a morning of acrobatic sex with the two yummy men, only to find herself falling in love with them, and wondering if they are vampires—if vampires truly exist. While working as a bodyguard with one of the building’s clients, Yolanda spends her free time with the vampires engaging in a lot of excellent sex and getting to know them and their stories. But one evening there is a kidnapping attempt on her client. Now they all have another problem to solve and Yolanda is frustrated by the vampires’ determination to protect her at all costs. Genre: Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves Length: 21,404 words

ETERNITY Sequel to Intensity and Complexity

Berengaria Brown

MENAGE AMOUR

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ETERNITY Sequel to Intensity and Complexity BERENGARIA BROWN Copyright © 2010

Chapter One “Won’t you please come up to our apartment when I finish this shift, Yolanda? You know how much Tsadowq and I want to make love to you. We won’t do anything you don’t want, but we can promise you, anything we do, you will enjoy very, very much.” Atal’s chocolate-brown eyes burned into her hazel ones, the lust in them scorching her to her soul. Yolanda gulped in a deep, but shaky, breath. Her libido was screaming, “Hell, yes,” but her brain was saying, “Wait.” She hesitated. Atal stepped out from behind the security desk on the concourse level of the Smith Tower building, and drew her gently into his arms. When she made no attempt to resist him, he pulled her tightly against his body, grinding his cock into her belly. He bent his head and possessed her mouth in a torrid, carnal kiss that took the last of her breath away and left her knees wobbling so badly, it was lucky he was holding her tightly, or she may just have melted into a puddle on the floor. Yolanda dropped her gym bag to the carpet, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and rubbed her aching nipples over the hard wall of his chest. Their mouths parted for the merest moment as they

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both dragged air into their lungs, then Atal’s head bent once more, as he dived in for another kiss. This time, his tongue explored her mouth, running along the insides of her cheeks and behind her teeth before tangling with her tongue. “Fuck, woman, you’re hot. Feel how much I need you.” Atal’s cock burned hot even through his uniform pants and her jeans. And hard. And huge. God, she wanted to feel that inside her. It had been so damn long since she’d had a real live cock in her. Not to mention how scrumptious Atal looked. Over six feet tall to her five-four, olive skin compared to her pasty whiteness, short black curls she wanted to run her fingers through, and a long, lean, muscled runner’s body she wanted to grab on to. And Zadok was just as yummy. He was almost as tall as Atal but stockier and heavily muscled, with black hair and eyes and tanned skin. “Okay, you’ve convinced me. Another kiss like that and you’ll be calling the cleaning crew to scrape me off the carpet because I’ll have melted! You finish at seven-thirty a.m., right?” “That’s right. We’re in Apartment A on the twentieth floor. Tsadowq and I will be expecting you. How about we have a nice breakfast waiting for you? You should be hungry after all those laps you swim. What do you like to eat?” “Anything. Cereal. Toast.” “No, really, Tsadowq loves to cook. Eggs and bacon? Or maybe sausage? And some hash browns and tomatoes? What is madam’s pleasure?” asked Atal, with an exaggerated bow and flourish. “Eggs and sausage and tomatoes would be wonderful, thank you. I have a microwave and can make coffee in my room, but that’s all the cooking I can do.” “Yes, I’ve been wondering how you’re getting on living in old John Smith’s room. A ghost didn’t need a bathroom or kitchen. Of course, there’s a laundry room in the basement for your clothes and showers on the recreational level at the gym, but still, it must be rather inconvenient for you.”

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“Yeah, a bathroom would be nice, but beggars can’t be choosers. I was incredibly lucky that Sasha sponsored me and Amos SmithJohnstone let me rent this room as it was. Until I can get a proper job, I can’t afford to rent a real apartment, and the Tower here is full and with a waiting list anyway.” Atal’s intercom beeped just then, and he rushed back to check the security monitors as Yolanda picked up her gym bag, waved goodbye, and headed up to the thirteenth floor, which was not called the thirteenth floor, but the “Recreation Level.” **** As Yolanda powered up and down the half-Olympic-size swimming pool, churning out lap after lap of perfect breaststroke, backstroke, sidestroke, and front crawl, she alternated thinking about the two hunkalicious men she was about to fuck and her current urgent need for a full-time job. She remembered how she’d come to live here. Sasha tended to arrive to open her shop, a dress boutique on the second level of the building, very early in the morning. Yolanda, trying to save money, had been leaning against a wall answering emails off someone’s unsecured Wi-Fi, instead of paying by the minute at an Internet cafe. Sasha, displaying all the skills of her Southern ancestry, had talked to her, offered her a chair to sit on while she worked at her laptop, a cup of coffee from the ground-floor café, and, after half an hour’s conversation, a part-time job as a sort of girl Friday-cum-general assistant at the store. Within a day, she’d moved into the building, and Tia, the concourse receptionist, was keeping an eye out for more work for her. Yolanda’s problem was that she didn’t know much about bookkeeping, and most office jobs required at least some familiarity with that kind of computer program. I can’t see myself sitting on my butt in an office all day for the next forty years. She sighed as she

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executed a perfect tumble turn and began to swim a length of butterfly. But damned if I know what else I can do. I enjoyed that bodyguard job, but I really need an extensive wardrobe for that so I can always blend in with the person I’m guarding. A wardrobe requires money, and money implies a job. So no deal there. The clothes in Sasha’s shop are gorgeous, but the prices are way out of my reach. At eighteen laps to the mile, having swum more than three miles, she should have been exhausted, but she was seriously contemplating a few extra laps of breaststroke, her favorite stroke. Except that the hunky image of Atal would not leave her head. I bet he’d look good in swimwear. Preferably a really tiny pair of Speedo briefs. Ignoring the stairs at one end of the pool and the ladders at the other two corners, Yolanda jumped up and pulled herself out of the pool, then collected her gym bag and headed into the showers. She showered, shampooed her hair, cleaned her teeth, and got dressed in her usual jeans and long-sleeved, extra large, soft, cotton shirt. She’d thought about going back to her room and putting on something a bit nicer, but figured Zadok and Atal would have her undressed soon enough, so there was no sense in bothering. Thank God I shaved my legs last night. Then she realized arriving with her gym bag probably wasn’t ideal, so she ran up the stairs to the fourteenth floor, looked around carefully to check that no one was watching her, then went up the supposedly alarmed fire stairs to the hidden room, which used to belong to the ghost and founder of Smith, Inc.—John Smith. Instead of going into the light after his death, he’d stayed around to ensure his company was passed to Amos, his capable great-nephew, instead of to his sister Jane’s incompetent son, Andrew. Amos was now firmly in control of the company and had formed a family with his best friend, Wesley, and their woman, Keziah. John had gone into the light at the

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triad’s commitment ceremony, causing a lot of people to suddenly believe in both ghosts and the power of love. Quickly, Yolanda hung up her swim shorts and swim top to dry, dropped the gym bag on her table, picked up her keycard, and ran lightly back down the stairs. She listened carefully before touching the fire door, then opened it the merest crack to check no one was around before slipping through and walking to the elevator to go up to the twentieth floor and her sexy adventure. **** Tsadowq did indeed like cooking and rejoiced at the opportunity to cook for someone who would probably enjoy eating. Since he and Atal were vampires, they only ate in public and then only small amounts. They could eat, but didn’t need to and didn’t find it particularly pleasurable, so didn’t bother when they were home alone, although they made sure their refrigerator was always stocked with items to offer human guests should any of their neighbors or Atal’s work colleagues drop in. Only Garry, the head security guard, had discovered that Atal was a vampire, although both Tsadowq and Atal had explained their heritage to Amos before they made some changes to their apartment. But, like their heritage, the changes were not obvious, and casual guests had never noticed the differences. The food was ready when the door buzzer rang, and Atal, who had just finished changing from his uniform into jeans and a chesthugging, plain white T-shirt, hurried to open it. Tsadowq pulled out plates and started serving the nicely browned sausages, fried eggs, grilled tomatoes, and hash browns. Already on the table was a pile of toast and freshly squeezed orange juice. The kitchen area was at one end of a large living room. There was a sliding door onto a balcony to one side, and a doorway into a short

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hallway on the other. As with all the apartments, this hallway led to the main bedroom, a bathroom, and a tiny second bedroom or office. Tsadowq brought the loaded plates over to the table. “Sit, and let’s eat. Then maybe we can talk a little, too. We want to know all about you.” His eyes gleamed with intelligence and appreciation at the picture she made. She was a fraction less than average height and a little chunky, but fit, strong, and healthy, with life glowing from every pore. And she was sharp as a tack—the only kind of woman with whom he could ever imagine having a relationship. Atal pulled out one of the chairs at the table, and Yolanda smiled at him as she slid into it. Tsadowq whipped his apron off, revealing black jeans and a deep burgundy-red T-shirt. “Your name isn’t really Zadok, is it? Atal pronounces it more with a TZ sort of sound at the beginning.” “Zadok is easier for Americans to say. It’s an old Hebrew name. Tsay-dock. Tsadowq. But Zadok is fine. It’s close enough.” “I know you work from home, mostly, Tsadowq, but in what field?” asked Yolanda. “Yes, you’ve probably seen me coming and going from the weekly meeting with my managers. But I do bookkeeping, accounts, that sort of thing. I’ll show you my office later, if you like.” “I’ve seen the so-called ‘office’ in these apartments. By the time you get a desk and a chair in them, there’s not much room for anything else.” “Ah, but I have a bookshelf in mine, too,” joked Tsadowq. “And a picture on the wall,” contributed Atal, keeping the atmosphere light and friendly. Yolanda grinned, put down her fork, and rested her hand on her heart. “You want to show me your etchings?” she teased. Atal jumped out of his chair, sending it skittering across the tiled floor. He scooped Yolanda into his arms and kissed her. “Damn it, woman. When you smile like that, I can’t resist you.”

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“Put her down, and let her eat, or she won’t have the strength for what we’ve got planned for later on,” said Tsadowq, wishing she didn’t need to eat and that they could get right to undressing her. He just knew her skin would be soft and delicate, and he longed to kiss and suck every inch of her. “I don’t think I’m hungry anymore,” she whispered, looking at the two men. “I think I’d rather have you both.” Tsadowq sprang to his feet and closed the gap between himself and the other two. He wrapped his arms around both of them, then looked deep into Yolanda’s eyes. “Are you sure about this? You can still say no, although I very much hope you will say yes. But the choice is yours.” “Yes. The answer is yes. I want you both. But you need to know I’ve never had two men together before. You’ll have to show me—” “We’ll show you. And we’ll go slowly. Well, as slowly as we can,” said Atal, kissing her lips. “Hell, yeah.” Tsadowq leaned in for a kiss, too. Atal picked her up and hugged her tightly then began to hurry toward the bedroom. “Careful. I’m too heavy—” “Bullshit. You’re just a little thing. I bet I’m eight, nine inches taller than you.” The window curtains were closed, and Tsadowq walked around the room turning on the soft, warm glow of two bedside lamps and pressing the button for some very quiet background music. He grabbed a box of multicolored condoms and a tube of cherry-flavored lube from the bathroom, then hurried back to the bedroom to pull down the quilt, exposing sea-green silk sheets. Atal gently set Yolanda on her feet, and the two men began undressing her. Tsadowq kneeled and slipped off her loafers, then grinned at her black, skull-patterned socks. As he took each one off, he gently massaged her toes and her arches, then rotated her ankles

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and rubbed her heels. He felt, more than heard, her sigh of appreciation. Atal waited until her footwear was removed before he slid his hands up inside the baggy purple shirt. As his hands roamed over her belly and up her sides, Tsadowq’s palms were rubbing up her spine. Yolanda shivered and gasped. The men smiled at each other over her head then redoubled their efforts, rubbing soft circles and spirals on her flesh as they oh-sogradually lifted her shirt. Finally, Atal pulled the tee over her head and dropped it onto the floor as Tsadowq undid her bra. He slid the straps down her arms, and both men leaned in to her, pressing their cloth-covered cocks against her skin, their hands on her soft flesh never still. Then Tsadowq clasped her breasts, holding them from underneath, reveling in the weight of them, and Atal put his hands over Tsadowq’s and played with her nipples. Tsadowq leaned down to nuzzle her neck, pressing soft, little kisses along her neck and across her shoulders. He gradually kissed his way upward to lick her earlobe and the sensitive place behind her ear, knowing he’d got it right when he felt her start to shiver. This time is was Atal who kneeled to undo her zipper and pull her jeans down her legs. He hooked his finger through the elastic of her panties and pulled them down, too, then deliberately stood up, held the panties to his nose, and breathed in deeply. “Delicious,” he said, handing them to Tsadowq. Tsadowq couldn’t help himself. He sucked on the crotch of her panties and tasted her cream. “Beautiful. I have to taste you.” He picked her up and laid her in the center of the big bed, then dropped onto the mattress, his head level with her cunt. Holding her thighs apart, one in each hand, he buried his head in her pussy and swiped his tongue the length of her slit. “Damn, you taste good.” He sucked her labia into his mouth, first one lip, then the other, and followed that by running his tongue all around her clit. Honey dripped from her cunt onto his chin, and he sank his tongue greedily

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inside her, swiping it along her walls and sucking the delicate taste of her into his mouth. “Ambrosia.” Atal lay on the bed beside Yolanda, his head resting on the pillow beside hers, as he turned her head to him so he could kiss her with light, butterfly kisses across her eyelids and cheeks, a swift peck on her nose, then a deep, drugging kiss to her lips, full of pent-up passion and emotion. They paused to drag air into their lungs, then Yolanda ran her tongue along Atal’s lips, and when he opened them, their tongues met in a fiercely sexual duel, thrusting and parrying, dancing and swirling, before Atal sucked her tongue deep into his mouth. The pull on her tongue sent sparks of lust all the way to her core, a core that was already pulsing with need because of what Tsadowq was doing to her pussy. His tongue had moved to her clit, and he was alternately licking and flicking at it. One of his hands still gripped her thigh, and the other had moved to her ass, where two slippery fingers were playing in and around her anus. The scent of cherry was in the air as Tsadowq skillfully lubed her ass while still kissing and licking all around her clit. The two fingers inside her rectum smoothed the sweet-smelling lube along the soft tissues of her walls while gradually opening her wider and wider. “I’m ready. I need to come. Please, it’s time to fuck me.” Yolanda pulled on Atal’s shoulder with her right hand and on Tsadowq’s hair with the left. “Bossy, little thing, aren’t you?” said Atal. “I’m hardly little,” she laughed, “but I need you both inside me right now.” Atal grabbed the box of condoms off the nightstand. He pulled out a neon pink one and handed it to Tsadowq. “Pink to match your sexy cunt.” Next, he grabbed an electric blue one and tossed it aside, to bring up a purple one. “Ah, purple, like your shirt.”

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Despite all the urgency still coiling inside her belly, Yolanda couldn’t help but grin. “Wow! No boring, flesh-colored latex for you two then.” “We wanted this to be special,” whispered Tsadowq. Atal rolled onto his back and pulled Yolanda over his body. She sat over his hips as he held his purple-covered cock still. It was long and thick, throbbing visibly with need. Quickly, Yolanda slid over it and down his shaft. He stretched and filled her in the most delicious way. Finally, he was fully seated inside her. “Feels so damn good,” she said. “Oh, yeah, me, too,” replied Atal. Atal grabbed her back and held her hard against his chest, lying flat so her ass rose up into the air for Tsadowq. Yolanda licked across his pecs and absorbed the slightly spicy scent of him, which had been overwhelmed by the cherry scent of the lube until she had her nose pressed to his muscled chest. Then she couldn’t think anymore as Tsadowq started to enter her ass. He pushed past the tight ring of muscles then waited for her to adjust to him. Damn, he felt good. Soon, he pushed a little farther in, and she felt so very full, so totally possessed. Finally, he was completely seated inside her, and she was ready to explode with need. “So much! So full. Move. I need friction. I need to come.” “Thank God. I don’t think I could wait much longer,” said Atal. Together, the two men pulled out until just the heads of their cocks were inside her. Then, just as slowly, they pressed back in. Then out again, maintaining the same slow, measured pace. Yolanda was becoming frantic. Her body was awash with sensation. Her cunt was stretched to the limit and her ass was full. Her breasts ached. Her clit was on fire. Desperately, she scraped her diamond-hard nipples across Atal’s chest and pushed her clit into his pelvis. “A little needy, are we?” Atal forced his hand between their bodies, pinching a nipple, then resting his longest finger on her clit.

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Meanwhile, the men kept up their steady pace, staying exactly in synch with each other. Pulling out, pressing in. Yolanda dug her nails into Atal’s back, pushing her breasts hard into his chest, thrusting her pussy into his hand and pelvis as hard as she could. The men sped up, Tsadowq’s hand firm on her hips to prevent her moving too much, Atal’s finger busy on her clit. Deep inside Yolanda, the orgasm was coiling, growing, spiraling through her. She was close, so very close. “More!” she demanded. The men pulled out together. Almost fully out of her. They grabbed hold of each other’s shoulders, confining her tightly between them, then, together, they slammed into her forcefully, pistoning in and out at a harsh, rapid pace, their bodies slapping into her. The climax burst through Yolanda, exploding in her ass, her cunt, and out the top of her head. Her entire body shook, her fingers curled into claws, the nails digging deep into Atal’s shoulders. Her toes curled hard back against her soles. Her head flopped against Tsadowq, and she screamed with delight as she rocked and spasmed and jerked in release. The power of her climax gripped the men’s cocks with great force, milking them hard and slamming them into their own orgasms. The trio shook and shuddered together for long moments, then Tsadowq rolled them onto their sides, their cocks still inside her, their legs and arms tangled together. “Damn, you’re good. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” “That was just the start. It only gets better from here. Just wait and you’ll see,” Tsadowq whispered into her hair.

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Chapter Two The men had wanted Yolanda to stay with them until she was due to start her shift in Sasha’s boutique, but Yolanda needed time and space to herself. “I’ve lived alone for so long that I need my space. But I did have an excellent time with you both,” she explained, kissing each one on the cheek before heading back to the secret room. Once there, she restocked her gym bag and headed up to the recreation room for another shower, then back to her room to get dressed for her shift. Sasha didn’t approve of her taste for baggy clothes, but had provided her with dressy jeans and a loose denim top that looked smart and was not figure-hugging. Yolanda worked in the store as the backup person while first Julie, Sasha’s assistant, then Sasha took their lunch breaks. During this time, Yolanda tidied and rehung clothing that had been tried on, checked out in the storeroom for any items not on the racks, wrapped clothing being held for pickup, assisted clients, and generally helped out as required. Sometimes, Sasha had other tasks for her to do—deliveries to take up to the apartments and offices, new goods to unwrap and tag. But most days she only worked for two and a half or three hours. I really need a higher paying job. Sasha has been a wonderful help to me, but money, I need money, which means a full-time job. This time, Yolanda stayed in the stairwell and ran down from the fourteenth floor to the second. The store was quite busy as Yolanda arrived, so she walked close to Julie, so she would know she could take her break after finishing with her current customer.

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Yolanda helped a young girl decide on the best accessories to go with her dress, then wrapped and bagged them as Julie disappeared into the storeroom. Meanwhile, Sasha finished with her customers and came across to Yolanda. “Tia left me a message for you. She said Mark Parker from the accounting firm on the eighth floor needs a bodyguard for a week. Apparently, someone has money he shouldn’t have, and he will be coming here to sort out his finances because he’s become frightened. Mark says it’s not dangerous or anything, the man will be repaying the funds he has been—er—minding, and a couple of our own offduty security guards will always be nearby, but he wanted a woman to pretend to partner him whenever he goes out. Tia said she thought you’d be interested in the job.” “Oh, yes. I’ve done a few jobs like that, and I love the work. But it depends on where he wants to go. To be a real bodyguard, you need an extensive supply of classy clothing, which I don’t have.” “Oh, clothes are no problem. You’re a standard size, so you can borrow whatever you need from the store here.” “But what if something gets damaged?” “Tax write-off. Not a problem.” “Are you sure, Sasha? You’ve been so good to me, I’d hate to take advantage—” “You aren’t taking advantage of me. I’m offering. You’re an ideal bodyguard. Damn it, Yolanda, you’re so fit I get breathless watching you move! Phone Tia now, and tell her you want the job. When I get back from my break, you can go up there and get all the details, and we’ll plan you a wardrobe.” When Sasha left to get her lunch, more customers entered the store, and Yolanda was busy for quite a while. Eventually, she had the opportunity to go out to the storeroom, where she tidied up piles of boxes and cartons, then sat at the tiny desk and phoned Tia. She relaxed back in the office chair and kept her eyes on the mirror up

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near the ceiling that gave a complete view of the boutique. She’d know instantly if Julie needed her help. “Hey, Tia, it’s Yolanda.” “Oh, Yolanda, I’ve been waiting for you to call. Did Sasha tell you about the bodyguard job for Mark Parker up on eight?” “Yes, she did. I’d love to do it. For a week, Sasha said.” Tia told Yolanda about the job, and that Mark felt his client was stupid rather than guilty, then gave Yolanda the number to call. Her eyes still on the mirror, Yolanda phoned Mark. “Mr. Parker, my name is Yolanda Crawford. Tia said to call you.” “Ah, Yolanda, yes, yes. My client is flying in tomorrow at ten a.m. Garry is having a couple of men meet him at the airport and bring him here. He’ll be staying at my home, and Garry is also providing a team to keep an eye on my property. But whenever he is seen around town—and we have a large number of meetings to go to in order to get this matter tidied up—he wants to have a woman at his side, as he believes that will look innocuous yet give him more security. “Garry has vouched for you, so I don’t need any paperwork from you. I’m paying Garry’s team their standard rate plus ten percent. I’m offering you the standard rate plus twenty-five percent. Is that acceptable.” “Yes, sir.” “Excellent. The men are coming in at four p.m. for a briefing and to sign up. Can you be here for that?” “Yes, sir.” “Fine. See you then.” Parker hung up. Yolanda leaned back in the chair, her heart pounding as if she’d been working out. Just like that. She had a well-paid, interesting job for a week. And a briefing at four p.m. She punched her fist in the air with joy then got up to go back into the store and ask if Julie needed anything done.

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**** Yolanda put on dressy jeans with flat shoes she could run in if necessary, a feminine shirt, and a simple navy blazer that made her look—she hoped—presentable enough to enter a function. Another advantage of the blazer was its pockets, which meant she didn’t need to carry a purse. She was relieved to see most of the men had opted for similar attire to her, comfortable pants and shoes with a blazer or jacket over the top. Mark Parker raced them through the basics of the job, everyone signed up, his personal assistant handed out assignment sheets, and the meeting was over. Yolanda was disappointed to notice that Atal was not at the meeting. Of course, he’s not going to be part of it. Garry is helping them, and Atal is second in charge here, so they can’t both be off elsewhere! She chided herself. Still, it would have been nice to be working with him, even if only a little bit. They all travelled down in the elevator together then stood in a group on the concourse level checking their shifts. Garry went straight across to the security desk where Atal was watching the monitors. They chatted for a few moments, then Atal came across to her, smiling widely. “What do your shifts look like?” “A lot of sitting around, waiting, while ‘Mr. Green’ is in meetings with various people all over town. No formal functions, so no need for Sasha to lend me fancy clothes, except perhaps this dinner here.” She rested her finger on one of the lines on her program. “It’s at Mark Parker’s house, but it does seem to be a more formal event. Apart from that, the thing I am most likely to need is a book to read while I wait, not a weapon.” “Do you have a gun?”

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“No, but I can shoot whatever you need me to use. I can throw knives, too.” “Where did you learn— No, never mind, that’s a conversation for another day. Can you come up and visit with Tsadowq and me for a while? Maybe we could all go to dinner at the rooftop restaurant?” “I usually spend a couple of hours at the gym in the afternoons,” she argued. “Well, my shift starts at seven-thirty, but it’s not yet five, so I expect we could fit some exercise in as well.” He grinned at her, and Yolanda could not resist grinning back. For just a moment, he looked exactly like a naughty little boy planning mischief—and she knew she’d enjoy any mischief he planned. Yolanda’s belly clenched, and she could feel honey dripping onto her sensible cotton panties. Damn, but I want him and Tsadowq again. Once is definitely not enough. “Okay, I’ll visit with you for a while,” she replied. Atal nodded, and they moved over to the elevators together. At the twentieth floor, Atal swiped his keycard at Apartment A and ushered her in. Tsadowq was just coming down the hall, presumably from his tiny office, and smiled happily to see them both. “Atal, Yolanda, so, how did the meeting go? What are your plans for the next week?” Chatting happily, they sat around the table, and Tsadowq made coffee and set out a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies. “Cookies! Yum. Tsadowq, you really do like cooking, don’t you?” “I like to cook for people I care about,” he replied, smiling as she bit into a cookie. “I weigh far too much already,” she replied guiltily. “I shouldn’t eat such things, but it does taste absolutely divine.” “You don’t weigh too much. Your body is absolutely perfect!” said Atal. “Besides, if you feel up to some acrobatic sex, we can burn those few calories up right now,” added Tsadowq. “Acrobatic sex?”

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“Uh-huh. We have a few positions we’ve been longing to try out.” “Like what?” “Like you in a bridge position, me on my knees fucking you, and Atal standing over you so you can suck his cock.” Yolanda thought about it. Her face turned pink as she realized just how deeply Tsadowq would be able to penetrate her in that position and how much she wanted to suck Atal’s cock. “Yes.” “Yes?” “Yes, let’s do that, now. We’ll need to be on the floor, so where do you want to do it?” “Living room,” replied Atal tersely, pulling her out of her chair and into his arms for a fierce kiss. “God, yes. Let me get a condom while you start undressing,” added Tsadowq, rushing out of the room. Still flushed, and turned on by the picture of the sexual position Tsadowq had described, Yolanda let Atal draw her into the living room. Immediately, he kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants. She turned her back and began undressing, noticing that, although the drapes to the balcony were open, she couldn’t actually see out the window through the sheer curtains, so, presumably, no one could see in, either. Within moments, hands were on her back, stroking and soothing her—and also unsnapping her bra. Recognizing the hands as Atal’s, she turned in his arms to say, “You got undressed very quickly.” “I want you. I can’t wait for you to suck me deep into your hot, sexy mouth.” “I want that, too,” she whispered. Then Tsadowq was there, too, his naked body pressing into her from behind, his arms wrapping around both her and Atal for a group hug. The two men held her tightly wrapped between them. Two hot, hard cocks pressing into her, two hard-muscled chests leaning against

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her, four strong arms encompassing her. “You feel so good. It makes me feel—accepted.” “I hope you feel more than accepted. I want you to feel claimed, possessed, ravished,” said Atal. “Now, make a bridge,” ordered Tsadowq. Instead of sitting on the floor and pushing up with her arms and legs into a bridge position, as many people might have done, Yolanda widened her stance, then gracefully bent backward from her waist until her hands were braced on the floor and her shoulder-length brown hair was touching the polished floorboards. Seen from this angle, her stomach was smooth and flat, her abdominal and chest muscles exposed and taut, her breasts proudly pointing to the ceiling. “Fuck, that looks sexy,” said Atal, running his hand across her flat belly. He swung one leg over her so he straddled her, then rested his hands on her breasts, his cock enormous and red, in line with her mouth, but too far away for her to suck yet. She smiled up at him and ran her tongue along her lips as she took in the girth of his erection. Tsadowq kneeled between her legs, then held his condomed cock poised at her cunt. “Is everyone ready?” he asked. “Hell, yeah,” replied Atal. “Ready and waiting,” added Yolanda. Tsadowq guided himself inside her then gripped her thighs, one in each big, strong hand, which helped support her as well as steadying himself. When he was fully seated inside her, he waited for Atal. Atal moved closer to Yolanda’s head. Her eyes were on his cock as it grew closer and closer to her mouth. Once again, she licked her lips in appreciation for how tasty he looked. Atal guided his cock into her mouth, steadying himself with one hand. The other hand he braced under her back, taking some of the pressure off her arms. Then, together, the men thrust into her, Atal into her mouth and Tsadowq into her cunt. The position gave Tsadowq very deep penetration, and his penis filled her and stretched her, scraping her

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walls, nudging her G-spot, and making her pussy pour honey in appreciation of him. Meanwhile, Yolanda tried to concentrate on the delicious cock in her mouth. Atal was guiding himself carefully, but by tipping her head back and opening the back of her throat, Yolanda was able to accept most of him deep inside her mouth. Then, as Atal gradually withdrew his cock, she licked and nibbled along the stalk, raising her head again when just his wide cap remained in her mouth. She flicked under the sensitive ridge with her tongue, scraped her teeth across the head, then tilted her head back again to demonstrate she was ready for him to come back deep inside. With one fat cock in her cunt and another in her mouth, Yolanda was on sensory overload. They both felt so very good, and the men were being extremely careful to ensure the most exquisite sensations were running through her, teasing her nerve endings and heightening the experience. Atal’s knees gripped her sides, and one hand began tweaking her nipple. Both cocks were thrusting harder and faster into her now, and the coil of an orgasm was building inside her belly. “Now. Come now,” ordered Tsadowq, and pinched her clit. An intense shard of pleasure-pain scorched through Yolanda from her clit to her nipples and out the top of her head. She sucked extra hard on Atal’s cock then had to partly open her mouth so she wouldn’t accidently bite him as the orgasm rolled through her, shaking her limbs. Tsadowq pumped a few more times into her pussy as she felt the heat of his orgasm through the thin latex, then a blast of cum hit the back of her throat as Atal found his release, too. He thrust twice more, and she sucked him then licked his head clean. Tsadowq pulled out of her pussy, and Atal gripped her arms, sliding his cock out of her mouth and hauling her to her feet. He

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picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Tsadowq had already pulled the coverlet down and disposed of his condom as the three collapsed on the bed and cuddled. “Damn, that was intense,” said Yolanda. Atal cuddled her to him, rubbing her arms. “How are your muscles?” “Fine,” she replied, but permitted herself to sink against him for the moment. Tsadowq pulled the bedding over them and wrapped his arms around them both. “Time for a nap, I think.” “Good plan,” she muttered.

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Chapter Three The next few days alternately raced and dragged by. Out on the street or in the car with “Mr. Green,” Yolanda was alert and watchful, trying to assess everything happening around them while appearing to pay attention only to the inane chatter of her host. Green himself varied wildly, from supremely confident in his own importance and ability to escape any consequences for his actions, to extremely fearful that a nebulous “someone” might be out to “get” him. As Luke, the head of the security detail, said to her while they were waiting outside one of Green’s appointments, “The man is a total idiot. He’s too stupid for anyone to bother killing. But this gig is a nice little bit of overtime pay. The wife and I should be able to have a week in Hawaii on what I make here.” Mark Parker had all Green’s meetings lined up neatly to make for minimal exposure for the man. Yolanda spent a lot of time sitting in waiting rooms with one or another of the security team or walking to the nearest Starbucks, as Green had an inextinguishable thirst for their brand of coffee. But as Luke had inferred, on the hourly rate she was being paid, there was no way she was complaining. The limousine they travelled around in was armor-plated, and the driver was trained in the skills necessary to protect his passengers. “Basically, I’m just arm candy,” Yolanda explained to Tsadowq. “Well, make sure he doesn’t come on to you,” growled Tsadowq. “You belong to us.” Yolanda grinned at his possessiveness, then grew pensive. Am I theirs? Is what we have just a brief affair, or is it something more?

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And I know there are things about themselves they haven’t told me. I can sense it. But I guess I’ve never told them much about myself either. Maybe we’d better talk one day instead of just fucking. But the fucking was so totally excellent she looked forward to it every day. Or night. Whenever their schedules meant they were all free at the same time, although Tsadowq always seemed to have free time. I know he works from home most of the time doing accounts, but he also has business meetings to attend to. Yet he never seems busy, always available whenever Atal and I can be there. That seems strange. Surely, he has deadlines like everyone else does. Shouldn’t he be busier sometimes? Something else we ought to talk about, I guess. And there’s something unusual about their balcony. Why can’t I see out through it? I must go out there one day and look at it. The next morning, Green’s meetings were to be in at the Smith Tower building, so Yolanda wasn’t needed until the evening when there would be the drinks meeting at Mark Parker’s house. “Formal wear,” Mark had said, and everyone had nodded solemnly. Yolanda had raced down to Sasha’s boutique, and Sasha had nodded. “I’ve had the perfect gown put aside in case you needed it,” she said, taking Yolanda into the back room. The dress was a deep purple, so dark as to appear almost black, with a plunging neckline that made the most of Yolanda’s breasts and slightly flared skirt that flattered her hips. “It’s beautiful,” said Yolanda. “Thank you. I will do my best to look after it for you.” “Try it on. I think it’ll be stunning on you.” And it was. “You’d better not let your men see you in it before the event, or they won’t want you to go.” Sasha laughed. ****

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After a session in the weights room and swimming her usual three miles up in the gym on the Recreation Level, Yolanda showered and got ready to spend some time with Atal and Tsadowq. Damn. I only have to think about them and my panties are wet. They’re both so very, very hot. But I really think it’s time to do some serious talking. If this fuck buddy thing is to be a relationship, we need to talk some. I guess that means me telling them about my past— well, some of it, anyway—and them coming clean. About what Tsadowq’s day job really is. And how they cope with him working days and Atal working nights. In fact, I’ve never seen either of them asleep. I don’t sleep a lot, but them—nope, neither of them has ever dozed off after sex. Uh-huh, we do need to talk. But some more wild monkey sex would be good, too. So—fuck first, then talk. Sounds like a plan. She dropped her gym bag back in the hidden room, stared at the beautiful gown hanging from the top of the window architrave, laid out the tiny purple bra and thong Sasha had also given her to wear, then rummaged in her luggage for a pair of black sandals. They were strappy and elegant, but the heel was low enough and solid enough that she could run in them if she had to. The gown really cried out for a pretty necklace, but Yolanda had heard of women being strangled by their jewelry, so there was no way she’d ever wear one while working. “I’m really looking forward to wearing you tonight,” she said to the gown, then grinned at herself talking to a dress. It was almost eight a.m. Time to head up to the twentieth floor. Yolanda took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and smiled at the thought of the two totally yummy men waiting for her upstairs. ****

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Tsadowq had cooked pancakes, and a stack of them was on a plate keeping warm on the cook top. A jug of maple syrup sat on the table along with plates, coffee, and butter. Yolanda looked at the plate of pancakes. Six pancakes of a generous size. She would eat two at the most. But as she thought of the men she’d worked with over the years, she knew they would all eat three or, more likely, four. Both Atal and Tsadowq were big men, over six feet tall. Neither of them was fat, but Tsadowq was solid and muscular, and Atal had a long, lean strength and must burn up a lot of calories in his job. As if a lightbulb had gone off in her head, Yolanda suddenly realized she’d never seen either of them eat much. Sure, they ate, but mostly, it was very little. Okay, often they seemed to get sidetracked by having sex instead of eating, but just as she’d never seen either of them asleep, she’d never seen either of them eat anything like what a man of their size, even one who was worried about gaining weight, would usually eat. What the fuck am I supposed to do? Do I say something or not? Could they possibly be vampires? Do vampires even exist? I’ve never seen fangs or blood or anything like that. They look normal. And double fuck! This could be the end of the best sex of my life if they decide I’ve insulted them. Damn. Damn. Damn! What do I do now? “Yolanda? Yolanda? Is something wrong?” asked Tsadowq, coming across from the kitchen area to the table. “No. I—” “You looked almost frightened there for a moment. Has something upset you? Has Green laid a finger on you? I’ll kill him if he touches you.” Tsadowq looked so fierce she almost believed he would kill. Yolanda rushed into speech. “No, nothing like that. I was just thinking, maybe it’s time for all of us to talk honestly about our pasts and if—where this relationship is going.” Atal was behind her, his hand on her shoulder, gently stroking her. When did he get here? “What sort of things do you want to know?

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We’re happy to answer any questions you ask us. And we’d love it if you told us how you came to be in this building. I expect Garry and Sasha know, and it’s really none of our business, but we do care about you, Yolanda.” “All right. I’ll go first. But I expect equal frankness from both of you, okay?’ She slid into her usual seat at their table, unconsciously grabbing the coffee mug Atal placed in front of her. Silently, the men joined her at the table, Tsadowq bringing the pancakes over with him. Yolanda took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and began talking. “I hated school, never saw the sense in it, left as soon as I could and did a lot of part-time and casual jobs here and there. Spent every spare moment playing sports and at the gym or local swimming pool. I’ve always been fat—” “You aren’t fat!” interjected Atal. “Not the slightest bit,” added Tsadowq. “Overweight then. Heavy. Chunky. So exercise for me has not just been something I like and am good at, but something I need to do to prevent myself from becoming obese.” She could see Atal about to remonstrate with her again, so she hurried on. After a lifetime as the recipient of snide remarks about her size, it would take more than the kind words of these two men to change her beliefs about her body shape. “Anyway, I lucked into a few bodyguard jobs and really enjoyed them, but a female bodyguard usually has to be arm candy for some old guy and needs a lot of expensive clothes. So most of the money I made was going toward clothes and accessories. I prevented a nutcase from kidnapping the man I was guarding six months ago. At first, the people I worked for were really thrilled, promised me a big bonus, stuff like that. Then, suddenly, they were looking sideways at me and had no more jobs for me, told me work had dried up because of the global financial crisis. Well, I knew that was bullshit and figured they

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just didn’t want to give me the money. But everywhere I looked for work, no one wanted me.” Atal reached out to hold her hand, and Tsadowq nodded sympathetically at her. “Finally, I cornered my boss and asked him why my name was suddenly mud, and he showed me e-mails they’d been forwarded. Emails where I bad-mouthed everyone and everything about the company. They certainly came from my private e-mail address, but I knew I hadn’t sent them. Of course, he didn’t believe me, and I don’t blame him. I closed down the account. Sent everyone in my address book a message saying it had been closed down and why I’d closed it and that if they got any messages from that address, they hadn’t come from me. “I opened a new e-mail account with a different service provider, and the same thing happened. It had been hacked inside twenty-four hours. I felt like I was constantly being watched. When I gave my apartment a really, really careful check over, I found half a dozen incredibly tiny holes. I told the apartment management, showed them the holes, and they said I was paranoid. Then I found my mailbox lock had been tampered with. I packed up all my stuff, stuck it in storage, changed all my bank accounts, put brand-new passwords on everything, and left town. “Sasha caught me sneaking use of someone’s Wi-Fi while I was standing in a hallway very early one morning and arranged for me to stay here. And that’s my story.” “If you let me have your laptop and see those old e-mails, I might be able to trace back and find out who did it to you. Then Garry could use his police contacts to follow them up. At the very least, you could clear your name,” suggested Tsadowq. “It was probably just a hacker, but I’d love to know why they picked on me. Can you really do that? Are you some kind of hacker, too? In fact, what do you actually do all day in here?” she asked.

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“I do the bookkeeping for several different companies, you know that,” answered Tsadowq. “I know that’s what you tell people you do.” She pointed to the pancakes. Despite talking, she had eaten one and a half. Each man had one on his plate, but Tsadowq had only taken one or two bites from his. Atal had cut his up into small pieces, but she was willing to bet if it was reassembled only one or two of those pieces would be missing, if any. “Neither of you eats anything like as much as a man your size normally consumes. I’ve never known either of you to sleep. You don’t go outside very often, and you don’t appear to even sit on your balcony. And why can’t we see out the balcony windows? I’m starting to wonder if you are vampires.” She looked carefully at Atal as she spoke. She knew him better than Tsadowq and figured she’d be able to pick his reactions better. But he took it very calmly. “So, are you vampires?” “You may not have seen us eat or sleep much, but you’ve never seen us drinking blood or biting people, either. We’ve never bitten you,” replied Atal. “Maybe that’s a myth.” “Maybe vampires are a myth,” Atal responded. “Okay, I’ve told you all about myself, trusted you both with my story. How about you show some trust and tell me more about yourselves, in return?” The men looked at each other for a long moment. Yolanda got the feeling they were communicating without words. Finally, Atal nodded, and Tsadowq spoke. “Garry is the only person here who has deduced our story the way you have. We’ve told Amos SmithJohnstone because we wanted to make changes to the apartment and needed his approval. But no one else who sees us daily and works with us has proven to be as astute as you.” “And no woman we have shared in the past worked it out either. You are incredibly perceptive,” added Atal.

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“So, you are vampires?” “Yes. Are you sorry you asked now?” said Tsadowq. “Not sorry I asked, no. I would much rather know the facts. But it does mean I have rather a lot more questions to ask, though. But why don’t you just tell me what you want me to know, and we’ll go from there.” “The reason I have an old Hebrew name is because I was born in the Middle East over two thousand years ago. I was turned as a teenager and spent seventeen hundred years wandering Europe and the Middle East. Atal and I met in Italy. We’d both had to avoid it for three hundred years because the Black Death kept recurring there, and the country was in constant turmoil. In the eighteenth century, we could finally travel there and live in their lovely climate in peace. We met in Tuscany and discovered a kindred spirit in each other. We moved around Italy until Napoleon started his invasions, and then we headed toward Russia. “Although neither of us is Jewish, the immigration of many Russian Jews to America in the early 1880s seemed like a good idea to us, and we arrived in New York in 1885. Back then, it was very easy for us to make up the necessary paperwork to become our own son or nephew to disguise the fact we don’t age the way humans do, but gradually, that became more and more difficult. One of the advantages of a very long life is the ability to buy property and hold it until a really good time to sell, so neither of us is poor. And I, in particular, turned to learning all I could about telecommunications and later, the Internet. The bookkeeping I do is managing our investments, which takes several hours each day.” Tsadowq stopped talking, his eyes on Yolanda’s face. Her mind was in turmoil. Sure, she’d wondered about them, even thought they might be vampires, if such a thing existed. But all this was way beyond anything she’d guessed or foreseen. She’d pretty much expected to be told she was an idiot with an overactive imagination.

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“Too much information?” asked Atal. “No. I wanted to know, and I’m honored you’ve trusted me with these facts. Your lives, your stories. But it’s just, like, wow, where do we go from here?” “How about we go into Apartment B where there is more space and we can stretch out a bit and have some fun?” “Apartment B? Oh, that’s right, you said you’d told Amos SmithJohnstone about yourselves when you upgraded the apartment. Keziah and Tia have both got double-sized apartments. And certainly a bit more space would be good. So show me.” They walked down the hallway to Tsadowq’s microscopic office, and he reached up and pushed the cornice where the wall and ceiling joined at the end of the hallway. The wall swung open and led into one huge room. “Wow! It looks so big and light. You knocked out all the interior walls.” “Not quite. We kept the bathroom. We have a rather nice shower there.” Yolanda walked into the big room, looking at the expensive exercise equipment, huge plasma screen TV, and a big area with exercise mats. Against one wall was a long wooden table with something on it. “Cool! That’s the biggest jigsaw I’ve ever seen!” “Eighteen thousand pieces. It’s the second one I’ve done. The first one was a historical map of the world. It took me quite a while. This one is tropical birds and animals,” replied Tsadowq. “That’s some hobby. Eighteen thousand pieces. You must have endless patience. Well, I guess you have quite a bit of spare time, too.” “And it helps me concentrate. I enjoy them. But right now, we’d both rather play with you. Did you ever do that whirling dervish game as a child? Atal and I have been longing to play it with you. It is so rare to find a fit, strong woman we care about.”

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“Whirling dervish? Where you keep one foot on the ground and spin using only the other one? Yes, we did that occasionally. Most of us used to end up dizzy and fall to the ground, though. Isn’t it actually a religious practice or something?” “In some parts of the Middle East, it is still practiced as a religious ritual. We find it frees the mind and spirit, though. Look at Tsadowq.” Yolanda watched as Tsadowq took off his shoes then stood in the middle of the floor. He folded his arms across his chest and bent his head, then began to turn. As he spun, he raised both arms, the right pointing to the sky, but the left hand pointed down to the ground. He revolved from right to left, clockwise, spinning faster and faster until he was almost just a blur, then gradually slowed down, ending with a bow. “Awesome,” whispered Yolanda. “Do you trust me?” Atal asked her. “Of course,” she replied without thinking. But she did. For some unknown reason, she did trust them both. “Come fly with me,” he said, pulling her out in the middle of the room. She toed off her shoes and socks, then gripped his wrists as he gripped hers. Tsadowq held her hips as Atal began to turn. Once he had his momentum going steadily, Tsadowq let go of her and stopped moving with them. He stepped well back, and Yolanda’s body flew out parallel to the floor. Held firmly by the wrists, she flew around and around in the air as Atal whirled. He raised his arms higher, and she was flying six feet off the floor. As he slowed, he lowered his arms, and Tsadowq was back moving in time with him to catch Yolanda’s hips and ease her to the ground. “Holy shit! I really did feel as if I was flying. That was really something.” “No, you are really something. There are very few people strong enough to do that.”

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“I didn’t do anything. Tsadowq had me balanced until you were moving fast enough to support me, then you held me,” she argued. “We’re both rather sweaty. How about you come with us and road test our shower.” The shower was huge, as she’d been told, with multiple showerheads on the ceiling and two walls, plus a sturdy seat under the taps. The men quickly undressed her and themselves as the water was warming then rolled condoms on. Atal’s condom was a startling orange and Tsadowq’s a bilious burgundy. “I suppose we don’t really need condoms since you are vampires. But you do ejaculate. Maybe we should talk about that at some stage.” “We’ll talk later. Right now, we need to fuck,” said Tsadowq, running his tongue over her nipple. “Hmm.” Atal stepped behind her and spread her ass cheeks, rimming her hole with lube. Not cherry-scented this time. It did have a faint fragrance, but she couldn’t place it. Her brain was already starting to fry from the wonderful feelings in her breasts as Tsadowq licked and sucked at them, rolling her nipples on his tongue, pressing them against the roof of his mouth, then palming the globes and licking across the sensitive skin. Atal had two slippery fingers inside her ass, stretching and massaging the tissues there and sending streaks of pleasure to her core. Yolanda gripped hard on to Tsadowq’s muscular upper arms, licked a line across his shoulder, and nibbled on the ear lowered into her reach as his mouth played with her breasts. “Hell, you’re hot, woman. I can’t wait to get inside you. If my cock gets any harder, it’ll probably break,” moaned Tsadowq against her breast.

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“Mine, too. It’s an unbelievable turn-on to know you want us and can keep up with our games,” added Atal, dropping the lube onto the seat and pressing Yolanda hard into Tsadowq. “Me first.” Tsadowq held Yolanda tightly as Atal spread her ass cheeks and rested his cock at the rim of her puckered hole. He’d lubed her well, so his cock popped through the ring of tight muscles easily, and he pushed deep into her dark channel. Atal drove deep inside her until his balls were against her butt cheeks and his cock was snug inside. “Now me,” said Tsadowq. This time it was Atal who held her still as Tsadowq slid his cock past her pussy lips and into her hot, wet cunt. It was deliciously full and tight with both of them inside her, and her body felt very hot pressed between the men. Or maybe it was the warm water flowing over her from so many different directions. Yolanda could scarcely think. She was in sensory overload. But one thing she was sure of. “Come on, guys, move. I need friction here.” “Bossy much?” Atal laughed, dropping a kiss on her shoulder. “I’m being pussy whipped,” added Tsadowq. “You’re right about that,” she replied, squeezing her cunt muscles with all her strength. “Damn, that feels good,” said Tsadowq, gradually sliding his cock out until just the head remained inside her pulsing pussy. When Tsadowq was almost out of her, Atal began to withdraw, too. Before she could complain about the instant sense of loss, Tsadowq was pushing back inside her. And so they moved, one retreating as one entered, so she had a constant sense of sliding cocks moving in and out, filling and emptying, stretching and pushing along her walls, massaging her tissues, driving her wild with the need to come. Sandwiched between the two men, there was little she could do except hang on to Tsadowq and move her hips when Atal didn’t grip

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them too firmly. She managed a few swivels and rotations, rejoicing in the extra sensations that sliding cocks gave her. Then she squeezed her inner muscles again, enjoying her ability to grip two cocks. Suddenly, four hands dug into her hips and waist. Both cocks withdrew almost all the way out, then pistoned in simultaneously, driving as far and hard as they could. Then out together and in again, slamming into her with the power of a jackhammer. On the third stroke, her climax crashed over her, and she screamed as it exploded through her like a car hitting a brick wall. Her entire body shook from the force of her release, and she felt both men let go and explode with her, hot cum spurting into her cunt and ass together. She had not been aware of how tight her muscles had been, but she felt them all relaxing with the sense of euphoria following her orgasm. Yolanda sagged between the men, aware of sweat coating her body where the water wasn’t hitting her, and legs as limp as wet noodles. “Thank you,” she whispered. “No, thank you,” replied Atal, kissing her shoulder. Both men withdrew from her, one holding her as the other dealt with his condom, then swapping places. Next, a soft sponge was brushing shower gel over her body, two hands were massaging shampoo into her hair, and she felt totally surrounded by their loving care for her. Atal rinsed her hair, while Tsadowq sponged her body, then she was wrapped in an enormous, fluffy towel, carried back to the first apartment, and tucked into bed. “Rest awhile, darling,” Atal whispered, and snuggled beside her. She was barely aware of Tsadowq settling in on the other side of her, or of the questions and issues they had not yet discussed, before she fell asleep.

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Chapter Four Half an hour later, they were sitting around the table in the front apartment again, and Tsadowq handed her a chunky salad sandwich. “Eat,” he said. “There may be a lot of alcohol at this party tonight, and you need to have your stomach solidly lined with absorbent foods, just in case.” Nodding at the logic of his comment, and feeling hungry from the morning’s exercise, Yolanda picked up her sandwich and took a bite. Atal placed a cup of coffee in front of her and what appeared to be a jug of wine between himself and Tsadowq. “Blood? You do drink blood?” she asked. “A little, but most of what we drink these days is artificial blood, primarily volume expanders.” “Volume expanders? What are they, and where do you get them?” Atal grinned. “Each week, dressed in my security guard uniform, I go to one of the laboratories that provides these products for hospitals. There, I hand over the paperwork Tsadowq has prepared, and I collect the weekly supply of artificial blood and some real blood for a hospital. The ‘hospital’ is a refrigerator in our apartment, and we are careful to vary the exact quantity slightly, so some weeks it is quite a bit more than we actually need, other weeks it is a little less, but we always have enough for our needs. “The laboratory considers us a valued client, as we always pay on time and never argue about the account. Volume expanders are used to prevent shock following severe blood loss and include ingredients such as hydroxyethyl starch and colloids containing larger insoluble molecules, like gelatin. So, mixed with a little pure blood, which we

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also buy from the laboratory, plus small amounts of human food, we eat satisfactorily.” “And you just walk in here with bags of fake blood every week? Why hasn’t anyone noticed?” she asked. “People have noticed me doing our weekly shopping. In the trunk of our van, I have boxes and wrappings of everyday foodstuffs and household supplies. After I collect our blood, I climb into the back of the van, take off my uniform, and put my jeans back on, slide the packets of artificial blood into the false cereal and soap powder boxes and soup cans, then carry my shopping upstairs in my shopping bags. The uniform stays in the van for next time, and the empty containers are flattened and taken back out to the van in small amounts with the shopping bags whenever we take other things outside during the week.” “I guess you must have had to think up a lot of different strategies so you appear normal,” she realized. “Fortunately, the restaurant kitchens here give away unused food to a homeless shelter. We buy some real food to offer our friends when they visit. Anything we don’t need we add to the shelter’s collection boxes just as other people do. But yes, the most difficult thing is aging so slowly. We have to move states frequently so that doesn’t become obvious,” said Tsadowq. Yolanda nodded and took another bite of her meal. That would be the hardest thing, she reasoned. Always having to move on. Always having to be cautious about making friends and trusting people in case they learned your heritage and decided they didn’t like it and wanted to make your life miserable. Much worse than some idiot hacker who had trashed her job for her. “What is your story, Atal? Tsadowq said you were quite a lot younger than him.” “I was born a vampire, into a vampire family, in Hungary in 1526. It was a time of chaos during the Ottoman wars. By the time I was fifteen, Hungary had been split into three segments, and my extended

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family moved to the eastern part of the kingdom, which became known as Transylvania. Years of constant warfare meant the population had stopped growing and whole towns had disappeared. Hungary, Romania, and Austria all claimed the land, and my people retreated farther and farther into the mountains. “My people were hunted, sometimes killed, and it became obvious we could not stay in large communities anymore, so the young adults such as myself left and travelled in pairs and trios around Europe. The cousin I travelled with fell in love with a woman in Italy. He wanted me to stay with them, but I decided to move on, and shortly after that I met Tsadowq. We have been together ever since.” “So that whole Transylvania-vampire-Dracula story is true?” asked Yolanda. “There is a kernel of truth in most myths. That’s how they start,” said Tsadowq. “But it’s only a kernel of truth. The rest is myth.” “And what about your family? Are you still in touch with them?” “Most have died over the past three hundred years, especially during the communist era. But I expect some have survived and moved around the world as I have. Tsadowq is helping me search for them online. We have key phrases we can use that only other vampires—born vampires—would understand. But enough about me. We should be planning for tonight’s big event.” **** Mark Parker’s house was large and sat in the center of several acres of gardens. The security team was very busy watching the front and back of the house and the gardens, as well as the interior of the building. As the designated arm candy, Yolanda was supposed to stay close to Mr. Green at all times, but he wanted to speak privately with various other guests, so she spent a lot of time standing inconspicuously against a wall, a glass of wine in her hand and her

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gaze firmly fixed on her target, while her ears were alert for people approaching her. Yolanda sighed with relief as Green beckoned her over to him. “Let’s go out in the garden for a while. I hear there’s a fountain worth visiting,” he said, placing her hand through his arm and patting it. Yolanda smiled and nodded, but inside, she was alert. Betcha he’s meeting someone he doesn’t want the other guests to see. “The weather tonight really is quite lovely,” Green said, leading her to the French windows and out onto the balcony. “Yes, indeed, very pleasant,” she replied, her eyes searching the darkness around them and wondering which of the guards was on duty in the rear garden. They walked down the steps to the pathway, and Green said, “Why don’t you stay here. I’m meeting someone at the fountain.” “No, I’ll come with you. But I’ll stand far enough back so you can have a private conversation.” “You don’t need to. I trust these people.” “I’m sure everything will be fine. But my job is to stay with you,” replied Yolanda. “I’ll choose where you stand then. I don’t want you frightening this person away.” The path meandered through the gardens for about one hundred yards, leading to a circular fountain with a marble seat beside it. Green sat on the seat, and Yolanda stood well to the side, leaning against a sturdy tree. Moments later, a man stepped out from the bushes on the other side of the fountain and spoke softly to Green in a language Yolanda didn’t recognize. It sounded a bit like Spanish or Italian, but she didn’t think it was either. There were decorative garden lights along the path and several more around the fountain, so she could certainly see enough not to fall over, but the lighting was meant to be romantic rather than helpful. Nevertheless, she scrutinized his features to ensure she’d recognize him again.

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Hair color and eye color are easy to change, though the light was so poor she couldn’t be sure of eye color anyway. But mannerisms, earlobes, and facial bone structure were harder to alter, so Yolanda carefully memorized those details. She also listened, but had no idea what they were saying or even what language they were speaking. Maybe Portuguese or one of the more esoteric Romance languages. She shrugged, kept her eyes firmly on Green, and let her mind wander. Tsadowq had promised to help track down the person who’d cost Yolanda her career. Also, he handled all his and Atal’s financial dealings, which she understood to be quite considerable. But from that teeny tiny office with just a single PC? Nah. That would be stupid. Why stay locked in there for hours each day when they had that huge recreation room in the other apartment? Why not have a nice computer set-up there with space to move around, a window to look out of, and room for files and bookshelves and whatever else he needed? Their balcony had been closed in and double glazed with an almost opaque type of glass, but it still was a much lighter and more pleasant outlook than an internal room like that tiny office. The more she thought about it, the crazier it sounded. Effectively, the computer work was Tsadowq’s day job. He’d been doing it for several years and would be working on it for several more before they needed to move on to disguise the fact they didn’t age normally. Since the men had organized to remodel the layout of the second apartment for recreation, why not for his work? How hard would it have been to make a corner of that huge room into his office? Yolanda walked around a little to make sure her muscles were loose and ready for action as she mulled over this inconsistency. I’ve been coming and going from the twentieth floor quite a lot lately, at different times, and I’ve never seen anyone else up there from the other two apartments. What if—

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Yolanda screwed up her face as she attempted to do some mathematical calculations. The fourteenth floor hallway she walked up and down all the time to access her hidden room was longer than the hallway on the twentieth floor. Damn it, that’s it! The twentieth floor hallway has to be about four feet shorter than the fourteenth floor. I bet they’ve got another doorway to the other side of the building and have more rooms there. Including a computer room. Shit! I wonder if they do sleep in coffins or something! I never really considered that. Well, they can just tell me all about it after this party is over— A faint flicker of movement behind the fountain caused Yolanda to stop thinking and pay attention. Silently, she stepped a little closer to the fountain. A big man in dark clothing burst from the bushes and ran to the seat. He sucker punched the man Yolanda didn’t know and grabbed Green. Yolanda pressed the speed dial on her cell phone, which was tucked inside her bra. She didn’t have time to talk, but knew Luke, the head of the security detail, would come looking for her when she didn’t reply. The man who’d been hit slid off the seat and landed on the ground. He wasn’t moving. Yolanda ran forward, grabbed the attacker’s arms, and used her hips to push Green away from him. Green struggled to pull his arm free while Yolanda used both hands on the man’s right hand, in which a knife had suddenly appeared. Just as she forced his right arm back and away from Green, he let go of Green with his left arm and swung a heavy punch into her abdomen. The force was so great she instantly lost all her breath and knew her ribs were cracked, if not broken. “Interfering bitch. I thought I’d gotten rid of you once before,” he snarled, wrapping his arm around her neck and holding the knife in that hand while gripping Green by the necktie with the other.

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Yolanda’s chest was a solid wall of pain. She could hardly breathe, and she really wanted to vomit. It was all she could do to hold it in. Then the words of her first self-defense teacher came to her. “Anything can be a weapon. Use it.” Yolanda turned her head as far as she could to the side, opened her mouth, and threw up all down the front of the attacker. “Bitch!” he screamed, letting go of both her and Green and jumping backward in disgust. “Run!” gasped Yolanda to Green. He took off toward the house. Then the bushes exploded with men. Luke and a skinny security guard blocked the attacker, one of the night guards grabbed Green, and Atal pulled her to him. “Are you hurt? Did he touch you?” “He’s got a knife,” she replied wheezily, still trying to get her breath back. The skinny guard frisked the attacker, Luke snapped handcuffs on him, and they all started to move back toward the house. Several more men appeared and ran to the man who’d been hit, who was just pulling himself back up onto the seat. Atal swung Yolanda into his arms and kissed her. “Now answer the question. You’re hurt. Where?” “Ribs. He punched me. I’ll be fine when I can breathe again. Put me down.” Everything was quite chaotic for a while, but the police knew all about Mr. Green and his problems, so their questions were minimal. “He said he’d met me before. I wonder if he was involved in the attempted kidnapping last year.” Yolanda gave the police a basic outline of the facts and the contact details for her former boss, then stepped into the ambulance where the paramedics had just finished checking the man who’d been sucker punched, Mr. José Garcia, so the paramedics could check her ribs. She emerged half an hour later to tell a worried Atal and

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Tsadowq who’d arrived, “Probably just cracked, but I’d better go get some X-rays.” An agitated Mark Parker handed out business cards to the paramedics. “Any costs, anything at all, I’ll pay. If it wasn’t for Yolanda, Green would be kidnapped or dead. Anything she needs, anything at all, you see she gets it.” “What about Mr. Garcia?” Yolanda asked. But he was nowhere around. “He and Mr. Green are back inside the house,” said Mark. “Uh-huh,” said Yolanda softly to Atal and Tsadowq. “And I bet Mr. Garcia’s name isn’t Garcia any more than Green’s is Green.” “And you’d be right.” Tsadowq smiled. “Now let’s get you checked out at the emergency room.” **** Yolanda’s ribs were cracked, not broken, so the emergency room staff strapped them up, even though it wasn’t really necessary, and sent her home. But Tsadowq’s overprotectiveness was nearly making Yolanda scream. “Don’t buckle your seat belt. It might put pressure on your ribs. I’ll drive very slowly…” Yolanda’s hazel eyes flashed fire, and she gritted her teeth. “Don’t be stupid. Just drive as you would normally. A couple of cracked ribs are nothing. I’m not made of glass!” Nevertheless, she could tell he was being extra careful not to go over bumps. It was sweet, she supposed, but also damn annoying. She just wanted to get home, have a shower, and then fuck her men’s brains out! Tsadowq parked in his allocated parking bay on the lowest level of the basement, but very close to the elevators. “Don’t get out until I

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come around and help you. I don’t want you knocking those ribs,” he ordered. Yolanda took off her seat belt and opened the door, but obediently waited for him to hold her elbow as she got out of the car. He rested his arm over her shoulders as they walked the few steps to the elevator, and he swiped his keycard to summon it. “We’ll go straight to the apartment, and you can sit on the seat and rest while you shower. If you tell me what clothing you want, I’ll go down to your room and get it for you.” “Tsadowq, that’s sweet of you, but I can choose my own clothes and shower in the gym, like I usually do.” “No. I can’t go into the ladies’ room. I have to be with you, to stay nearby. You might faint or something.” “I never faint!” “But you have broken bones.” “They’re only cracked, not broken, and I’ve broken bones before. I don’t faint. Relax, Tsadowq. I told you, I’m not a frail, little person. I’m strong and tough, and a few cracked ribs don’t mean I can’t get my own clothes and take a shower.” “Well, I’ll come with you,” he said, pressing the fourteenth floor button for her. He stood in the doorway of her small room as she dropped a change of clothes into her gym bag, then they went up to the twentieth floor. She knew he would walk into the women’s changing room if she insisted on going to the gym, and although it was likely deserted this late at night, she really didn’t want some innocent woman to be frightened into hysterics when he arrived. Besides, their shower was very luxurious. She loved the multiple heads and water splashing over her from so many different directions at once. Yolanda sat on the bench and let Tsadowq shampoo and rinse her hair, but insisted on washing her body herself. Tsadowq stood to one side of the shower but never moved out of arm’s reach of her,

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although he did admit she wasn’t any paler than normal and certainly didn’t look like she would faint. “I know you’re fit and strong, Atal, and I love that about you, but you shouldn’t have attacked that man once you knew he had a knife.” “Big men like that rely on their size and their weapon. A woman is actually more likely to get away from them because they don’t think she possibly could. With another man, they’re alert, expecting resistance. As soon as they see it’s a woman, they consider she’s not a problem, and that’s how I was able to prevent them from kidnapping Cyril last year. I hope Atal has found out the bad dude’s name so I can ask Garry if he’s connected with the attempt on Cyril.” “We can do that tomorrow. It’s very late, and you need to go to sleep.” “I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t get some hot loving first.” “Looks like I arrived just in time then,” said Atal, walking into the bathroom and helping Tsadowq wrap her in a huge towel. Tsadowq carried her back to the bedroom and placed her in the center of the bed while Atal got undressed. Then the two men slid in on either side of her, both being very careful not to touch her. “Damn it, I need to be touched. I want to be fucked, not treated like a porcelain doll!” Yolanda yelled at them, grabbing the nearest body parts she could reach and gripping tightly. Atal laughed. “Very well. We promise you an orgasm, but you must lie still and let us do all the work. If you are a good girl, you’ll get your climax.” Grinding her teeth, Yolanda agreed. Tsadowq slid down to the bottom of the bed and picked up one of her feet. He ran his tongue along the arch of her foot, licking around the curves, and stroking the sensitive skin there. Next, he sucked her baby toe into his mouth, exerting a little suction in it, released it, and sucked the next one. Very slowly, he gave each toe special attention before returning to play with her arch and then to nuzzle her heel.

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Lying beside her, Atal picked up her hand. He nibbled and sucked the soft skin on the inside of her wrist, pressing tender, delicate butterfly kisses there, then gradually kissing and nibbling and sucking his way up to the inside of her elbow. He spent a long time licking the joint there, biting lightly and kissing her receptive skin. Need was coiling in Yolanda’s belly. God, these men turn me on with just a look, the slightest touch. They haven’t even gotten to any of the traditional erogenous zones and already my pussy is dripping with cream. She could feel the beginning of a climax building deep inside her. “I want—I need more,” she whispered. “Oh, you’ll get more. A lot more,” promised Tsadowq. The men swapped sides and began the same actions on the opposite hand and foot. Yolanda wiggled, trying to ease the tension, but somehow, that only heightened it. Finally, she dug her fingers into Atal’s short black hair. “Kiss me, damn it,” she said. Laughing, he complied, running his tongue along the seam of her lips then slipping it inside her hot mouth, behind her teeth, along the insides of her cheeks, and finally, tangling with her tongue. Atal kissed his way down her chin, along her jawline to the pulse at the base of her throat. He licked and sucked there for long moments before palming one of her soft breasts and sucking the nipple into his mouth. Yolanda sighed and wiggled her lower body, hoping Tsadowq would take the hint and move to her hungry, empty cunt. Fortunately, he seemed to be reading her mind and licked the crease where her leg joined her body, then gradually nipped and sucked his way across to her pussy. She opened her legs wider as his mouth descended on her needy core, and he ran his tongue in a long swipe the length of her slit. As Tsadowq sucked her clit into his mouth, Atal drew her entire areola into his. The combined suction

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increased the heat inside Yolanda, and she thrashed and moaned with the pleasure and need to come. Again, the men seemed to understand and stopped playing to concentrate on pleasuring her. Two hands teased and tweaked her nipples, and rolled and palmed her breasts, while Atal kissed and nibbled and sucked at her face and breasts. Two more hands played in her pussy curls, stroked her clit, and rimmed her anus, while Tsadowq licked and nibbled along her slit and sucked at her clit. “More. Yes. Please.” Atal tweaked both nipples and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, carefully not leaning any of his weight on her body. Tsadowq thrust three fingers inside her cunt, twisting them to scrape her G-spot while his thumb pressed her clit. His other hand was under her ass, gently teasing her puckered hole. The orgasm crashed across Yolanda and her body clenched, then spasmed in release. She was not sure whether it was because of their awesome sexual techniques or whether it was simply that the endorphins from her climax were working well, but certainly, Yolanda felt no discomfort, only pleasure. Her breasts and belly tingled in the most delightful way, her pussy rippled and dripped cream, she felt replete, satiated, happy. She relaxed into the mattress, her fingers and toes gradually uncurling themselves as the climax slowed to delicious aftershocks. “Sleep now. Rest. Recover,” whispered Tsadowq. “Mmmm.”

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Chapter Five Yolanda slept restlessly, the discomfort from her ribs stirring her into wakefulness no matter whether she slept on her side or her back. Each time she woke, big male hands stroked her shoulders soothingly, and hot lips pressed gentle kisses to her face and neck. In the early hours of the morning, Atal persuaded her to take another pain pill, and she slept better for a few hours afterward. But by seven a.m., she grumpily refused to stay in bed any longer, no matter what inducements were offered. “How about you rest there, and I’ll cook you something delicious for breakfast. There isn’t a woman alive who doesn’t like chocolate. I could make you chocolate muffins,” suggested Tsadowq. “I’ll put on weight. I ought to go up to the swimming pool and do some laps,” she replied. “Hell, no. Swimming will put stress on your ribs and they’ll never heal,” Atal said. “Well, I’m getting up anyway,” she grumpily replied. “We could tie you to the bed and tease and torment you into a few orgasms. The endorphins would take away the pain, and you’d enjoy that,” was Tsadowq’s next suggestion. Yolanda assessed the two very large erections bracketing her on the bed. “You know, there is one thing we haven’t done yet that I would like to do.” She saw them beginning to frown and rushed on. “And it won’t put any stress on my ribs either. If you agree. Maybe it’s rude of me to ask, though,” she added a little hesitantly. “What?”

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Yolanda blushed, took a deep breath—and regretted it when her ribs gave her a sharp reminder that they were not yet healed. Breathing more shallowly, she said, “Keziah said the hottest thing she’d ever seen is Amos and Wesley fucking each other. I want to watch you both fuck.” “You what?” “Really?” The men spoke together. “I want to watch you fuck each other. Would you let me?” “You won’t feel excluded? You’re very much part of us now,” asked Atal. “I don’t think so. Keziah said it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t have said that if it made her feel left out or neglected. Besides, sex is probably not a good choice for me today.” “Okay. But let me get you a glass of orange juice at least before we start to play.” While Tsadowq went and got her a big glass of orange juice and a bowl of cereal, Atal propped her up against the headboard of the bed with a pile of pillows. He arranged a big chair where she would have a clear view of all the action without moving her body then collected a tube of lube. “Just like the movies,” she giggled, with her snacks on the bed beside her and the men posing and posturing in front of her. At first they cast frequent looks over at Yolanda to ensure she was not shocked or disgusted by what they were doing, but it was very evident she was enjoying watching them, so they soon concentrated on each other. The men stood side-on to Yolanda, and Atal kneeled in front of Tsadowq and sucked the head of his cock. One hand rested on the shaft to guide it in and out of his mouth, while the other gently rolled Tsadowq’s balls. Tsadowq gripped Atal’s shoulders, whether to keep his balance, to guide Atal’s movements, or just for connection, Yolanda couldn’t tell. But she definitely could see both men’s cocks growing longer and

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wider as Atal sucked. Atal’s cock seemed to be connected to Tsadowq’s with an invisible string. Each long suck on Tsadowq made his penis lengthen, and Atal’s grew as well. Yolanda’s breath hitched, and she felt the first drops of cream forming in her cunt as she watched. Atal took his mouth fully off Tsadowq’s cock and looked at him. Tsadowq nodded, and Atal moved to lean against the back of the chair, his arms spread on it and his legs wide apart. Tsadowq picked up the lube and squirted some on his hand and more into Atal’s butt crack. As Yolanda watched, openmouthed, Tsadowq kissed along Atal’s shoulders then pressed a long finger into Atal’s ass. He wiggled and rubbed around with that finger as he continued to lick and suck Atal’s neck and shoulders, concentrating on the tendon where the two pieces joined. Then he squirted more lube into Atal and used two fingers to stretch and rub inside his dark channel. Yolanda felt the heat increase in her own body and dropped a finger to her clit, gently rubbing it in time to Tsadowq’s movements. “Now,” gasped Atal hoarsely. Tsadowq squirted lube onto his naked cock and pressed the head against Atal’s anus. Atal widened his stance still farther, and Tsadowq gave a small upward thrust, and his cock popped through the ring of muscles. Both men shuddered, and Yolanda sighed right along with them, her fingers busy scooping her cream and running the dampness around and over her clit. Tsadowq gripped Atal’s hips firmly and pushed his cock deeper inside. Atal thrust back, accepting his partner, and Tsadowq sank balls deep into him. Tsadowq instantly began a punishing rhythm of high speed, powerful thrusts, pistoning in and out of Atal like a jackhammer. Atal

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held on to the chair with one hand, the other was on his own cock, matching the action stroke for stroke. Yolanda’s fingers were buried deep in her pussy, stroking in time with her men. Her heart was pounding, and cream was flooding her cunt. “Damn, that’s erotic,” she whispered, her eyes glued to her men, her fingers busy. Tsadowq let go of one of Atal’s hips and wrapped that hand around Atal’s cock, over Atal’s hand. His knees bent and flexed as his hips pushed up and down, driving his cock hard and deep. The men’s hands gripped and stroked, up and down, in time with their hips. Yolanda’s free hand reached for her nipple, twisting and pinching it. With a shout, Tsadowq pounded into Atal, his hips pumping madly. Atal pushed back into him, grinding his buttocks, and a spurt of white cum shot from his cock high into the air and over both their hands. Yolanda gasped and panted as her own climax raced over her and her pussy spasmed in time with her men. She leaned back against the pillows, her fingers stilled, her gaze focused on the closing moments of her men’s orgasms. “Keziah was right. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispered. **** After they’d all showered and dressed and the men had bullied her into eating her cereal and sitting quietly in a comfy chair with a book to read, both Atal’s and Yolanda’s cell phones beeped with messages at the same time. Tsadowq raised an eyebrow, and Yolanda answered, “Mark Parker’s called a meeting in his office for noon. Do you think jeans will be okay, or should I go and change?”

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“I’m wearing jeans, too, so I don’t think it will be a problem. And really, you need to stay in a loose T-shirt, not a jacket, at least for the next few days.” “I wonder what he wants. Just a debriefing or something more?” asked Tsadowq. “We’ll find out in less than an hour. I do wish I knew what Green’s and Garcia’s real names are, though. I think a lot of things would be much clearer if we just had those pieces of information,” said Yolanda. Tsadowq looked a little sheepish. “Actually, I ran a couple of searches last night, on both of them, and on your attacker, and on what happened with Cyril Baselton last year, too.” “Uh-huh. There wouldn’t be too many Cyril Baseltons to check. But Green and Garcia—there must be millions of them.” “Quite likely. But for them, I used pictures. It’s a lot harder to disguise cheekbones and such, and many law enforcement agencies have databases of images of ‘people of interest’.” “Yeah, earlobes, cheekbones, and mannerisms, but you probably couldn’t search for mannerisms unless they were easily definable in words. So what are their names?” “I’d like to know that, too,” said Atal. Tsadowq smiled. “None of this is necessarily correct. I’m just using a mathematical projection of various probabilities, you understand?” he asked Yolanda. “Yes, I understand, but I also suspect your probabilities are likely to be accurate.” “I think our José Garcia is Mr. José Serra y La Vall from Valencia and that he was speaking one or another of the versions of Catalan. And that indicates that Mr. Green has to be associated with those people, too, or else why would he speak Catalan. It’s not all that common a language on a world scale. There’re likely only nine million speakers worldwide, and most of them would be in Spain or France.”

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“And Green?” asked Yolanda. “He could be any one of half a dozen people. But the more important question is, what is he mixed up in? What did he tell Mark, and how truthful was he?” “And who is the attacker, and what’s his connection with Cyril. I hope the police have solved that one for me,” sighed Yolanda. “This should be a very interesting meeting,” said Atal. “I’ll be waiting to hear all about it,” replied Tsadowq. **** But Mark said nothing about Green or Garcia-Serra. He simply presented Yolanda with a check. “Mr. Green was extremely grateful for your protection last night. He asked me to give you this as a token of his gratitude.” Yolanda looked at it, then looked again, scarcely able to believe what she was reading. “Ten thousand dollars? Ten thousand?” “He is not a poor man. And he was very impressed with the way you handled the attack. I must say, I’d never considered fighting off a knife-wielding criminal by vomiting on him. But it certainly worked!” Mark grinned. “It serves him right for punching her and breaking her ribs,” grunted Atal. “They aren’t broken, just cracked,” said Yolanda, for perhaps the hundredth time. “How are they feeling?” asked Mark, before either Atal or Yolanda could say anything more. “Fine.” “She will be off work for at least a week even if I have to handcuff her to prevent her from leaving the apartment,” added Atal. Mark grinned more widely. “Yes, rest for the next few days. Mr. Green is paying for all the security team for today and tomorrow,

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even though he has left the area. I can’t imagine the attacker will be granted bail, and I anticipate our lives will be back to normal soon.” Solemnly, he shook hands with them both and ushered them out. “Thank you, and please thank Mr. Green for the generous check,” Yolanda said as she left. “Now that you are a woman of independent means, will you please move in with us? Let us care for you properly?” asked Atal. “I—” Damn, but I want to. Nothing would be better than living in their apartment and fucking their brains out night and day. But… “We’ll talk when we get back to your apartment,” she compromised. “But first, I need to go down to the bank, deposit this check, and get out the cost of that gown of Sasha’s I wore. I should probably organize with her when I can get back to working there, too.” **** But Yolanda’s plans were derailed the moment Sasha saw her. “Darling, let me look at you. How are you? Do your ribs hurt? Sit, sit.” Sasha’s thick Southern accent rolled over Yolanda and Atal, carrying all their willpower away as they were served coffee, clucked over, admired, and Yolanda treated as if she’d saved the entire world from destruction instead of one man from a criminal with a knife. “Ah, darlin’, I miss you real bad, but don’t you go coming back here until those ribs are fully healed. I don’t want you trying to move boxes for a long time yet.” “I can come back at lunchtime tomorrow and at least let you and Julie have a proper break.” “No. I don’t trust you. You’ll be in the back room lifting stuff for sure,” said Atal firmly. Yolanda grinned. “I’ll be good. For the next few days anyway.”

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“No.” “Yes. You can’t stop me.” “Children, children,” said Sasha, laughing at them. “Why don’t you come with her tomorrow, Atal. She can sit on her butt on my chair and tell you what goes where. It’ll be the most entertaining thing I’ve seen for months.” “Okay, that sounds fine, but I will be in charge, not Atal.” Yolanda pulled some cash out of her pocket. “I got a bonus for last night’s work and want to buy that dress from you. It’s so beautiful. I’ve fallen in love with it.” “Yes, indeed. It’s purely you.” They said good-bye and headed for the elevators. “We’d best get back home. Tsadowq will be wondering what happened.” “And maybe he’s found out something about the attacker, too.” **** Before they reached the elevators, Yolanda’s phone rang. “Ms. Crawford?” “Yes.” “Senior Sergeant Whitehouse, ma’am. Detective Mellor requests you to come in to read through and sign your statement from last night.” “Yes, of course. When?” “Are you available now, ma’am?” “I can be.” Atal held up ten fingers, then another five. Yolanda nodded. “It’ll take me fifteen to twenty minutes to get there.” “Very good, ma’am. Ask for me, Senior Sergeant Whitehouse, at the front desk.”

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Atal phoned Tsadowq to tell him what was going on while Yolanda pressed the elevator button for the basement parking garage instead of the apartment. “Wait for me. I’ll be down in a minute,” said Tsadowq. They were just getting into the car when the elevator doors opened again and Tsadowq popped out. In one hand, he held an apple, and in the other, a bottle of water. Yolanda smiled. He may not eat much himself, but he was always careful to feed her. “Thanks.” The police station was full of people coming and going, talking and calling out to each other. To Yolanda, at first, it seemed a chaotic mass of noise and movement. After a while, she realized that actually it was quite orderly, but her ribs were aching, her head was pounding, and she was just about ready to bow to Atal’s and Tsadowq’s attempts to let herself be wrapped in cotton wool and coddled. Senior Sergeant Whitehouse whisked them out of the chaos and upstairs to see Detective Mellor. Mellor’s office was larger and quieter, and he himself was a large man who moved almost silently on his big feet. “Thank you for coming in so promptly, Ms. Crawford. What can you tell me about Leonard Fry?” “Leonard Fry?” “The man who broke your ribs. I believe you prevented him from a previous kidnapping attempt when he tried to kidnap Cyril Baselton.” “They aren’t broken, they’re just cracked. I didn’t know his name. Leonard Fry?” Mellor nodded. “It was November last year. I was assigned as part of a detail to protect Cyril, and we were at a house, actually much the same situation as last night. Fry came out from behind a wall and tried to pull me to one side while his associate tried to drag Cyril away. I held him off and told Cyril to run. Fry took off over the wall and got away. The other security guard and I held the accomplice.”

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“Yet, despite you being the one who saved Baselton, you left that firm and have been unemployed for some months.” “The boss said work had dried up due to the global financial crisis. I wondered if they were unable or unwilling to pay me the bonus I’d been promised. Later, I found out that an Internet hacker had been bad-mouthing me to the company. I closed down all my accounts and moved here.” “Did you recognize Fry?” “I wondered if it was the same man, but I didn’t recognize him as such. I did tell your men last night that he had appeared to recognize me.” Mellor continued asking questions for some time, then finally Yolanda was able to sign her paperwork, and they rose to leave. Tsadowq said, “I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that it was Fry who was stalking Yolanda and caused her to lose her job and her bonus. I have colleagues who can track e-mails and hope to be able to bring the information to your cybercrime department soon.” “Why did he do this? Why me? Why Cyril? Why Green and Garcia?” asked Yolanda. “At this point in time, he appears to be a minor cog on the fringes of organized crime. It is my belief he is a wannabe trying to become a big man. And failing dismally,” said Mellor. “Well, he still broke—cracked—Yolanda’s ribs, and that makes him a violent criminal in my eyes,” Tsadowq said harshly. “He won’t be going anywhere for some time,” Mellor replied. **** “Your ribs are hurting again, aren’t they?” asked Tsadowq. “Yes. I’m looking forward to my next pain pill.” “And a nap,” added Atal. “Only if you are both in the bed, too. Naked,” she replied. “Damn, woman, you’re insatiable.” Tsadowq laughed.

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She stripped off her jeans and kicked off her shoes and slid under the blankets for a nap. Atal handed her the bottle of water and her meds, which she swallowed with a grimace, then lay down with a man on either side of her, although Atal, facing her, was careful not to touch her above the waist. **** As soon as she was asleep, Tsadowq went back to his computer to check on the progress of his searches while Atal leaned on an elbow, watching her sleep. He loved this woman and knew Tsadowq did, too. She was feisty and sharp, a real fighter—fit and strong enough to be a genuine companion to them both. She was also intelligent and quick-witted, a fitting companion for them mentally as well. Atal knew the three of them needed to talk in depth about the future. Almost losing her to Fry had moved that item up to the top of the agenda. But how much did she love them? He and Tsadowq would take her on whatever terms she offered. But they both hoped, wanted, yearned, for an eternal partner, a woman who would turn and become a vampire with them so they could be a permanent triad. Still, if all she was willing to offer was a human lifespan, they’d accept her wish, take the fifty or so years she was willing to give, and make sure they were a damn good fifty years. Shit! Just looking at her rest made his cock harder than a spike. He could pound nails with it right now, and she wasn’t even naked. Damn, but I want her. Yolanda moaned a little in her sleep, turning restlessly, and Atal smoothed his hand up and down her back, soothing her back to sleep. Better talk tonight and get things settled if we can. ****

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Yolanda felt much better when she woke, and the hot, hard cock pressing into her butt reminded her she badly needed a real fuck. Rolling onto her back very carefully, she ran one hand across each muscled chest, down each taut abdomen, and gripped one engorged cock in each hand. “I’m glad you agree with me that it’s time for us to play,” she said. “But first you need to promise to let us do all the work,” replied Atal. “Not a problem.” “On your side then.” Tsadowq carefully rolled her so was facing away from him, then grabbed lube from the nightstand and squeezed the cool gel into her ass. One long finger slid deep inside her dark channel, and she shivered in pleasure as he rubbed the slippery stuff into her hot walls. “Hmm, feels good.” “Gonna feel a lot better soon,” replied Atal, leaning over to kiss her. Just their lips touched as he kissed and nibbled along the seam of her mouth, keeping his body off hers. “What if I want my breasts touched?” she teased. “Oh, we can do that,” he said, gently tweaking a nipple, still with his arm held clear of her body. Tsadowq now had two fingers in her ass, scissoring the soft tissues apart, stretching them and making her cunt cream with the need to be filled. Yolanda gripped Atal’s hair and pulled his face to hers. He let her draw him to her, but maintained enough control so that once again, his body was not on hers. She sighed in pleasure as his tongue slid into her mouth and danced with hers. She sucked on his tongue then played with his more, all the while very conscious of Tsadowq’s fingers deep in her ass. Carefully, the men arranged her so her ribs would not be jolted. Tsadowq had one leg under hers, the other bent up with a foot flat on

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the mattress. He pushed his cock past the ring of sphincter muscles and deep into her ass. When Tsadowq was fully seated inside her, Atal lifted her top leg over his top leg and rested them both on Tsadowq’s bent leg. Then he could slide deep into her clutching cunt. “So good. I’ve been waiting for this so long,” she whispered. Very slowly, gripping her hips and each other, the two men slid almost out of her until just the heads of their cocks remained in her, then pressed in together. Then out again, and in once more. Yolanda swayed with their rhythm, swiveling her hips, clenching her inner muscles, loving the intense feeling of being stretched to the limit, so full she was almost bursting with two big men inside her. When they were both fully balls deep inside her, she felt totally possessed. As they pulled out, she felt almost forlornly empty, but then they were back again, filling her. The emotions were extreme with double penetration, and she loved it. Loved them. She never wanted it to end, never wanted them to stop. Just as her brain was frying with the overwhelmingly powerful passions of the sex, she knew she needed to tell them she loved them, wanted to stay with them, no matter what the complications of their heritage. She squeezed her inner muscles as hard as she could then rotated her hips fiercely, causing the two cocks inside her to rub her walls, drag along her tissues, and explode in hot torrents of cum in her ass and her pussy. “I love you both!” she screamed, as wave after wave of orgasm rolled through her, from her belly up her spine to blast out through the top of her head. ‘We love you, too,” responded Atal, kissing her gently. “And want you to be ours forever,” added Tsadowq. “Absolutely,” added Atal, watching her carefully. Remembering to breathe shallowly because of her ribs, Yolanda nodded. “We need to talk. There are lots of things we need to sort out,

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but I’m thinking that may work. I don’t want to be parted from you,” Yolanda replied. “And sex without condoms is awesome.” She giggled. “What a rush I get as you come!” The three lay tangled together getting their breath back for a while, then one by one the men went to clean up, Tsadowq coming back with a wet washcloth to wipe Yolanda clean. “That’s the downside to no condoms—the mess,” he said. “Yeah, but if you can’t get me pregnant or give me diseases, but Atal was born a vampire into a vampire family, and many of his family died, how do little vampires get conceived, and how do vampires get killed? Surely not that stake through the heart or silver bullet stuff from the movies?” “As I said when we talked about Transylvania, inside every myth, there is a kernel of truth. There are a few things that kill vampires. We were blamed for causing the Black Death, yet some of us died from it. Since we are much stronger than humans, most of us either didn’t catch it or lived through it. But some of us died. Some pure metals, when stabbed through vital organs, can kill us, particularly if it’s a deep and damaging wound. “Baby vampires are conceived exactly the same way as baby humans. But vampires can’t impregnate humans, and vampire women are only fertile for a few days each year, instead of a week every month. So it is comparatively easy to abstain from sex for such a brief time,” said Tsadowq. “How about we shower, then you eat, and then you can ask us whatever questions you want,” added Atal. “How about you show me the secret door into apartments C and D and all your computer stuff as well?” Yolanda countered. “Damn, woman, you’re smart!” Atal laughed. “How the hell did you work that out?” asked Tsadowq. “I realized in the garden last night the twentieth floor hallway is maybe four feet shorter than the hallway for the other floors, and also, I’ve never seen any other people on this floor.”

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“No one else has ever noticed. You’re incredibly intelligent. Let’s shower, and then we’ll take you through,” said Tsadowq. “We deliberately designed this so people would think if they discovered apartment B that they’d cracked our secret and not go looking any farther,” Atal said as he pressed on the cornice in the far corner of the main room. There was a narrow hallway—the four feet from the outside hallway—then another door that opened into a dimly lit office. It was a big room, although not as large as the great room. It was lined with rows of computer monitors and a raft of machines, some of which Yolanda couldn’t recognize, although she guessed they were to do with running the men’s businesses. She certainly recognized a stateof-the-art photocopier-cum-printer and guessed that was where all their “paperwork” originated. A doorway to the left led into what appeared to be an industrial kitchen, which held their special refrigerators of artificial blood and real blood. There was also a refrigerator holding bottled water and human food. “Just in case we need it for a friend in an emergency,” explained Atal. Beside them was a generator to provide backup power for the refrigerators and computers should the building power ever fail. “Hasn’t this building got its own backup power source?” she asked. “Yes, but we aren’t prepared to take any risks. Ours cuts in within three seconds of a blackout,” explained Tsadowq. The next room was set up like a library with books and items in glass cases. “It’s our history,” explained Tsadowq. “Or what we have managed to assemble of it.” For a long time, Yolanda wandered around the room looking at old papers, books, carved statues, and pieces of fabric. “One day, you must tell me the story behind each of these items,” she said quietly. The two balconies for apartments C and D had been joined together, covered with a heavy opaque glass like that used for the

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other two balconies, and turned into a garden full of flowering shrubs and plants, with its own watering system. “Amazing,” she breathed, wandering around staring at orchids and African violets and many other beautiful plants she couldn’t name. The final room was a mini-theater with half a dozen deep, soft chairs, surround sound, and the longest wall covered by a huge screen. Yolanda stepped back into the hallway, her brow furrowed in thought. “There’s at least one more room you haven’t shown me, maybe two. Do you really sleep in coffins? Is that what you haven’t let me see?” “No, it’s our bedroom,” said Atal, doing the usual press-on-thecornice thing to reveal and open a final door. The bedroom was huge, with a mirrored ceiling, an enormous circular bed, a long shelf stocked with sex toys, and a hot tub in one corner of the room. “I can see why you’ve kept this room private. You don’t want to shock people,” she said, picking up a bright red flogger and a pair of fleece-lined handcuffs. “As soon as your ribs are mended, we’ll come in here to play,” promised Atal. “But right now we need to feed you. You must have good nutrition to heal properly,” added Tsadowq.

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Chapter Six “Where do you go each week when you’re supposed to be meeting your bosses?” Yolanda asked Tsadowq as she sipped a bowl of chicken noodle soup. “Various banks, to deal with financial matters, or just walking around to keep in touch with how the world is changing. We don’t watch a lot of TV, although we watch some, but I feel the need to keep my finger on what is happening outside. Atal talks to many people in his job, but my life is much more a virtual one. “Which reminds me, Leonard Fry is the person who tampered with your e-mail. I don’t know if he broke into your post box or not and watched your apartment, but certainly he did the online damage. He was clumsy and quite easy to trace. I’ve passed what I found on to one of Garry’s contacts. I worked with this man once before when Garry and Tia were helping a friend of hers, and I know he’ll follow everything up properly for you.” “Thank you. Hopefully, he’ll be in jail and unable to do any more damage for quite a while.” Atal spoke thoughtfully. “It wouldn’t surprise me if the criminals he wanted to impress expose him to the fullest extent. Career criminals don’t like incompetence in their staff. Even in wannabe staff.” “But why did he pick on me? I didn’t even know he existed.” “He probably thought you might recognize him or have something to tell the police about him. So he set out to discredit you first before you could damage him,” Tsadowq said.

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“Thankfully, that’s all over now. But we do need to talk about our personal future. If I decide to become a vampire, what actually happens? Do I die? Or what? And do we have some kind of commitment ceremony like Keziah, Amos, and Wesley? Or just live together like Tia, Finn, and Simeon?” “There is a proper vampire commitment ceremony with vows we each say. Tsadowq and I said our vows to each other many hundreds of years ago. We would renew our vows and make new ones to you, if you were willing,” explained Atal. “Are you willing? Eternity is a very long time. You are unlikely to die in an auto accident or with a common illness—not even swine flu or AIDS. An esoteric illness like Ebola fever might kill you, as it’s unlikely vampires have built up resistance to it over the years.” “How long do vampires live? You are two thousand years old and only appear to be mid-thirties. Are there old vampires?” Both men nodded. “We have both known very old vampires. I have a vague memory of an old, old lady from my early childhood. She would have been around five thousand years old. I was too little to know for sure,” said Atal. “But because you will have been turned when you were an adult, you probably won’t live that long. Maybe a thousand years? The world will change a lot. You will see many generations of human friends die. And we will have to move many times to keep our heritage secret. However, I’m hopeful that we’ll eventually contact others of our kind and be able to establish visits and a relationship with them. That’s one great advantage of today’s technology,” he added. “It’s a big decision. But I love you and want to be with you both. With that ten thousand dollars, I can buy a nice wardrobe and get a proper bodyguard job. I can stay here in this apartment and this building and keep fit. I can help people. But mostly, I just want to be with you both. And I love the idea of making proper vows together.”

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Both men pounced on Yolanda to kiss her lips and hug her arms and shoulders. “As soon as those ribs are healed, we’ll hold the commitment ceremony.” “We’ll love and cherish you for all eternity. And I’ll help you find good jobs that you’ll enjoy. Also, as a vampire, your natural abilities will be enhanced, too,” added Tsadowq. **** Six weeks later, wearing the purple dress and with white flowers wound through her dark hair, Yolanda vowed to share her life for all eternity with Tsadowq and Atal. Afterward, they stood in the big bedroom, and Yolanda almost burst into tears when she saw the men had covered the bed with deep purple and pure white rose petals. The sheets were deep purple silk, the pillowcases edged with white lace. “It’s beautiful. Thank you,” she said. “You are beautiful. We’re honored you came into our lives and want to join with us,” added Atal. “Besides, you’re a rich woman now, since Garcia and your old boss both gave you bonuses as well.” “Yeah, I think he was embarrassed he’d been misled by Fry. But make sure you invest it wisely. Don’t blow my nest egg,” she joked to Tsadowq. “I will pay very close attention to your assets,” Tsadowq replied, running his tongue down her skin, following the plunging neckline of the gown. Yolanda shivered with excitement, all teasing gone and her pussy hollow and aching to be filled. Atal stood behind her and lowered the zipper of her dress. It slid down her shoulders, over her hips, and slithered to the floor, leaving her in her stilettos, bra, and lace thong.

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Yolanda ran her hands over Tsadowq’s muscular chest, undoing his shirt one slow button at a time, then brushing it open so her tongue could trace the muscles and lick over to a nipple. The flat little nub stood up at the first flick of her tongue, and she sucked it deep into her mouth. Then she turned around to Atal and repeated the process, this time sucking his nipple until he groaned. Tsadowq undid the clasp of her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms and fall to the floor. Each man took a breast in his hands, palming their weight, licking the smooth curves, and playing with the nipples. Drawing in a deep, ragged breath, Yolanda gasped, “My turn again.” She unbuckled both men’s belts, then, placing her right hand on Tsadowq’s zipper and her left on Atal’s, she drew them down together, before dropping to her knees. “Stand close together,” she ordered. Holding both cocks in one hand, she licked and sucked at the two erections together, rubbing them against each other, and licking and nibbling from one head to the other and back again. “Enough,” growled Atal, picking her up and whirling her around. “Get those panties off.” “It’s a thong,” Tsadowq corrected him. “Whatever. I want it off.” Both men dropped their own pants as Yolanda stepped out of her thong. Tsadowq stood straight, his legs wide apart. Atal picked up Yolanda, tipped her upside down, and held her so her palms could rest flat on the floor, but her cunt was level with Tsadowq’s cock. Tsadowq slid inside her then held her thighs so her legs stretched out behind him like the handles of a wheelbarrow. Atal dropped to the floor and slid underneath Yolanda, his cock level with her mouth, his upper body held up by his elbows so he could lick and suck both her pussy and Tsadowq’s balls.

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Tsadowq bent his knees a little farther so he could thrust into Yolanda, and the three began to move in unison. Yolanda knew she was going to climax very quickly. The intense excitement of the ceremony, the extremely deep penetration of Tsadowq in her cunt, the erotic pleasure of Atal licking her clit, and the yummy, huge, hot cock in her mouth, were all compounding her feelings. She felt so hot, so wet, so aroused. She tried hard to concentrate on Atal’s cock, sucking it deep into her mouth, nibbling the head, licking the stalk. Then she nibbled along the ridge where he was extra sensitive. Her brain was frying with the multiple erotic sensations. Her arms were weak from the intensely carnal way they were making love. The orgasm coiled deep in her belly, with little ripples of fire flickering out along her nerve endings and up her spine. Next, her pussy began to spasm, cranking up the tension, turning those flickers of flame into roaring furnaces. Tsadowq thrust deeply inside her, and she screamed as the orgasm crashed through her body, shaking her, rocking her, pounding her. The fire blasted along her nerve endings, roaring inextinguishably through her, from her toes to her fingers to the top of her head. She felt the hot splash of cum in her cunt as Tsadowq came, too, then her body was being picked up and turned over. Tsadowq’s strong arms held her upright, pressed back against himself, and Atal was in her cunt, thrusting, pounding, grinding his hips against hers. Unbelievably, a second orgasm rose inside her and raced through her. Atal’s seed exploded hot inside her as he came, and Tsadowq’s fingers pinched her nipples. With a hoarse gasp, Yolanda exploded in a second orgasm. As she came, the two men bit her neck, one on each side. Four arms held her tightly between them. Two sets of fangs punctured her neck, and with Atal’s cock still inside her and all of them still pulsing with their climaxes, the men drank deeply of her blood. The world seemed to slow down. Yolanda’s vision became extra strong, her hearing much more acute. She could smell the scent of the

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rose petals on the bed. She could feel the men drinking deeply of her blood, hear her own pulse weakening, see her skin getting paler. But she also felt stronger, lighter, faster. It was strange, but wonderful. She forced her arms up from between the men and gripped their heads, holding them to her. She breathed deeply and felt and heard her lungs expand and contract. She clenched her inner muscles on Atal’s cock and felt them grip him. The men raised their heads, and she watched their fangs retracting. “Will I get fangs, too?” “You already have them. Run your tongue over them, then bite us to seal our commitment,” said Tsadowq. Yolanda smiled as her tongue traced the changes to her teeth. Carefully, she bit first Tsadowq, then Atal, tasting them, sipping their blood, learning their flavors. “It’s happened then? We’ll be together for all eternity?” “We will love you forever,” replied Atal and Tsadowq. “Now, let’s go to bed.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Berengaria Brown is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (ghosts, vampires and werewolves) and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men…Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

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